Okay, I slept late. And I realized that All About You is really All About Me so I need to have All About You on another day. When I drag my sorry ass out of bed on Monday I’m focussed on the week ahead … but then I want to hear about your week ahead too. I view this as conversation (with me hijacking most of it), not so much blog entry.
But we’ll see. We had a very nice Thanksgiving – the turkey was overcooked, the potatoes were gluey (never use an immersion blender), the stuffing was soggy and there wasn’t enough gravy. It was just Richie and me, and my cooking, so none of that mattered – it was delicious anyway. I’d been cleaning for a couple of days, actually making progress, and I ended up in ghastly pain by the end, so we didn’t even sit at the table to eat – just had dinner in our laps. And it was lovely. I did ace the bread pudding, though. I was going to go for an oil-based pie crust with whole-wheat pastry flour but the pain had won out by then so I made an apple bread pudding with cranberry bread I had on hand, and it was ambrosial.
Spent a lot of the long weekend face timing with the grandkids and Tim – yesterday I played parallel Barbies with Ali (I had Richie go down to the basement and find Daniel’s old Barbies). I had unhappy conversations about and with two people and my relationship with them is going through similar problems, which makes me wonder if I’m the cause and not them. Nah, it’s them. Not sure what to do about it – I’m afraid I have to let it go.
NANO has been a qualified success – I won’t make 50k but I’ve written tons, and gotten back into writing again. Putting off the knee surgery was the smartest thing I could have done – if I’d gone through with it I would have ended up stalled out for another six months and who knows when I would have pulled it back together.
You know what’s damnable? All that cleaning, including stripped the kitchen back of all the shit that had come to live on the counters …. it’s all chaos again. That’s what I hate about cleaning.
We’ve been having Saturday morning write-ins at the library this month for NANO, and I’m going to see about continuing it. It’s great for me, and good for other people as well, and it would be great if we could build a community of writers (I live in a town of 700 people but it’s a writing town, especially in the summer).
So back to work. Tons of stuff to do before I sleep, but mainly keep writing.
So, come on, tell me about Thanksgiving. What was the worst thing you ate (or managed to avoid). What was the best? And we you thankful for anything in particular? Despite my two troubled relationships, I’m thankful for EVERYTHING! Life is a banquet.
Okay, look, I’m writing a novel and making pie and winding yarn and cleaning house and trying to remember to get my bulbs in the ground (I KNOW IT’S LATE) so while I am sorry about getting this up late, I’m not that sorry. It’s the freaking holiday. ARGH.
What are you doing? Besides baking pie if you’re an American. (And thank you, Libby, for that recipe on the back of your can. It never fails.)
So I’m lying on my bed, having a short asthma attack after changing the bedding (long story), and I’m thinking, “I could put this on Working Wednesday.” And then I think, “No, nobody wants to hear about how your bed has walls and windows on three sides so you have to crawl all over it to get the mattress cover, bottom sheet, top sheet, blanket, comforter, two dog beds, and six assorted trays and baskets on it.” And then I think, “Wait, is TODAY Wednesday?” And then I wonder if I missed last Wednesday. The days are just packed here.
What did you do this week? (Past two weeks? SORRY!)
The internet has returned, and have no intention of tell you how fucking stupid I was … well, yes I will. Our internet comes via DSL and the phone line — and I run the phone line from an outlet by the tv so I can also see caller ID. And it goes behind one chair, along the wall, connects to a second line, past my chair, in front of the door, in back of Richie’s desk and into the modem. Do you expect the area around my chair (where I spend my time when I’m not sewing, working, or decluttering) is neat?
Here’s a photo. The first is an overview, the second is a closeup of the tiny little phone line wending its sad little way toward the computer (it’s on top of the beige book).
I think I need to clean my house.