RUN FOR THE ARTS

Hey y’all~

 
If possible, can you join Dave and I in running, or do it as a walk, or simply donate to the art league?
 
The art league offers great classes, including pottery on a wheel, and pottery classes in the evenings, with drinking!
 
Anywho, just putting’ it out there.
 
 
And Dave and I are guaranteed to come in last place, so no worries about your performance!
 

RUN FOR THE ARTS

Hey y’all~

 
If possible, can you join Dave and I in running, or do it as a walk, or simply donate to the art league?
 
The art league offers great classes, including pottery on a wheel, and pottery classes in the evenings, with drinking!
 
Anywho, just putting’ it out there.
 
 
And Dave and I are guaranteed to come in last place, so no worries about your performance!
 

POEM WITH ME

Whenever possible I have a little fun with my creative writing classes with Magnetic Poetry.

This semester, while cleaning up from our play-day, I found some nice word combos, and isn’t that the point of Magnetic Poetry?

So, c’mon, poem with me…

Comment with your creation!

No, you don’t have to use them in that order…. 😉

*SIGH* WHAT’S FOR DINNER?

Have you got any idea what to have?

This is one thing I would improve in my life, if I could.

Which is stupid to say because, of course I could.

But I just can’t! WAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah!

I mean, seriously, what to have for dinner?

Maybe you know what you’re having… tonight, you ol’ smarty you. But what about tomorrow night? Or the night after that?

I gotcha, don’t I?

It’s the “night after night.”

We actually have a friend, single guy, eats fast food every night of the week that he is on his own. I know it’s not a healthy way to live, and he is not in great shape, but, I get it. Zero thought.

I don’t mind cooking.

I just don’t want to have to have the thought.

Usually, my day starts with a wild run out the door to work, and my under-sung husband is wonderful enough to provide me with a half an egg sandwich (I only want 1/2) and coffee.

Six hours later I am home. When I walk in the door hubs is working, child is in her school a few blocks away, and I need desperately to pee and eat.

Cue two guinea pigs three cats and one dog to all squeal, meow, howl, and whine to be fed, walked, and watered all at the same time.

Finally, I get a chance to eat (pee first!) and I usually throw a packet of tuna on top of some lettuce. Then, some days, on Zoom ’till 5 or later, or grading papers, and pick up child at school. I tend to get hungry, shockers, a third time, and so do the other non-pet people who live with me, but we want to eat now! And no one has had an idea of what t cook yet.

Dinner. It’s so… extra.

One thing I have treated myself to, now that I am back to work, I order my groceries online. I go and pick them up at the grocery store, but that it, about 30 minutes in the car vs. 30 + an hour or more to do the shopping. I hate grocery shopping. At the closest crappy option for groceries, Food Lion, this luxury, of having another human load the cart and the bags for me, costs me $1.59. That’s the service fee. The groceries cost the same, plus a buck 59 to do the shopping. Honey I am worth it!

Yes, I tip the shopper.

I also buy less when I shop this way, and tend to plan what I am going to cook a bit more (a tiny bit). They say some writers are planners and some are pantsers. As a cook and a writer, I am a pantser.

What about you?

What’s for dinner tonight????

PS. Tonight, Dad and daughter are having leftover enchiladas I made last night. I am eating leftover oatmeal! It’s sad.

“Is it Work If You Do it From Home?”

Wow. I hope Nadja doesn’t mind me pointing you to her blog.

This post is just so on point.

I absolutely get her, as I sit here stealing a few minutes to write while Sophie is in an Outschool class.

Man, I wasn’t making it through the last year of homeschooling without Outschool.

And I was just thinking, yesterday, on a walk with the dog (who, since the pandemic, demands several each day, but, hey, how freaking boring is being a dog? I get it, my handsome Oliver.), how there were about 3 times over the last year where I had a “come to Jesus” meeting with my husband and daughter over homeschooling. Sure, Sophie loved practicing her instruments, taking art classes on Outschool, or doing science experiments with Dad. But math or grammar with Mom? Ho, oh, oh, no. “It’s not fair!” I whined. Yet, looking back on it on the walk yesterday, I think that, all-in-all, we did okay.

There’s something about motherhood though; a lot is expected of motherhood, and little is given in terms of respect for it. It’s like “Do the best freaking job at this of anyone, anywhere! And we’ll tell you how much more important what we’re doing is, and, if you screw up even an iota, we’ll tell you that too.” *sigh*

On the other hand, I feel like I am generally doing okay at raising a really nice kid who is truly dedicated to music and art, and can and will practice both independently. As, when I was a child, I wouldn’t practice anything independently (besides hiding well and reading), I think I’m doing a better job than my own, always angry, mother. It’s funny to call it a job, though, isn’t it? It both is, and isn’t, a job.

And I love every minute of being with my daughter, and I also want some minutes without her.

In any case, Nadja did a wonderful piece that I think will truly resonate with you, and her other writing ain’t bad either, as you can see in this piece.

THIS IS A BOOK I PUBLISHED: THE ONE THAT STARTED IT ALL

This book was written by my friend, David Dutton. I never would have met David had I not moved to Milton, and started a writing group. And, had I not done that, I never would have started publishing.

David, more than anything, made me want to publish books. David is a deceptive writer. His books are like good booze, they go down so smooth, and then they wallop you. Things happen in this book, things of the not-good-kind. And if you read this book, you will find yourself complicit, reading along like floating on a gentle river, effortless. And then, you will realize that you just casually accepted things as right and appropriate that you never should have. And you are left to look at your own ideas of right and wrong.

That deceptive writing continues in his new book, DNA, coming out from Out of This World Press late summer of this year. And he has a blog where he is serializing another book, this one a nifty little horror story that you won’t even realize is horror. You will find yourself knee-deep into it in a hot minute though. Perfect if you’re scrolling blogs trying to avoid work. 😉

In the meantime, get yourself a copy of One of the Madding Crowd, DPP’s best-seller to this very day.