Friday Forays In Fiction: Process

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I've been spending way too much time on LOLcats. It's a mood enhancer for me. Does that make it like a drug? It does seem to act on me much the way catnip does on a cat. I got frustrated when the speed of new additions to the front page was too slow to feed my habit and I started looking at the upcoming pages (the LOLs nearing enough votes to go on the front page), then I started voting and soon I was captioning them myself just for the heck of it and not just because I was desperate for a picture to enhance the theme of my post. Then one of my own creations got favorited by another user--twice. And now I'm really hooked.

What I've discovered in my perusal of hundreds and hundreds of these LOLs is that the best ones are to story what haiku is to poetry.

Tonight I was looking for something to go with this Friday Forays in which I wanted to talk about how I wished there were some way to write in my sleep--to take dictation from my dreams which have been so intense and complex and everything else I love in a good story lately but which fade the moment I'm conscious enough to lift the lid of my laptop. Then this picture popped up on LOLcats with a completely different caption but I immediately saw the 'story' I was looking for. Well except for that last line--which I put in and took out and put back in again. I do love a good pun.

Speaking of puns here's one I made this week:


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And here's the one that got favorited:


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I don't know whether to accuse myself of wasting the precious time I have for writing and reading on this or to acknowledge that its a form of play that taps into the same well other creative projects do--that possibly it could be priming the pump? But I can't give it that much credit until/unless work on other projects actually commence and show progress. The proof would be in the enhanced productivity.

Last week I blamed lack of progress on being zapped by the heat (temps between 99 and 109) But that really hasn't been an issue since Sunday. This week sleep has been the issue. I don't know why but I can't seem to get enough even though I've been getting more than the usual. I usually have the opposite problem, insomnia having plagued me since grade school, so it is strange to be complaining of too much sleep.

I'm hoping this extra sleep is a harbinger of something special coming. I hope that because I am remembering the stories my mom told of me as an infant and toddler having long sleeps of 10 to 16 hours and waking from them with a new trick--a new word or ability or concept. But I probably can't really assume that's what's going on now because I'm not sleeping over 10 hours this week. It's averaging just 8 I suppose. But for someone used to averaging 6 it feels like a huge chunk of time has gone missing from my life. And even when awake I'm all daydreamy and/or hankering for a nap.

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How Many Library Books is Too Many?

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Made a run to the library today. Brought back another haul. Nearly filled the wheeled bag. I only returned six items--four books and two DVD. So, seeing how the shelves allocated for my library books in our room were already stuffed to overflowing, the priority this evening was to make space for them and unpack the bag before Ed needed the bed. I don't know how I managed. Well, OK, I do kinda know. I commandeered some of Ed's shelf. Though I did try to limit it to the books I thought he might be interested in.

And of course I had to browse in the books while I was at it. Not just today's batch but the previous three or four batches. Then after Ed was asleep, I started updating my library book info in my WhizFolder Reading Journal. I used to make physical bibliography slips for each book the first time I brought them home. Then when I got WhizFolder last year, I started keeping records in it but it was kind of hit and miss and disorganized because I didn't establish a good system or new habits. I'm trying to rectify that now.

One problem I identified was the difficulty in copying the info off the books via keyboard. I don't have a good place to prop a book where I can read the info off as I type. So it seemed I would have to make the bib slips first and then type the info in but that was so redundant and a waste of paper. Then last month I realized (why did it take me so long?) that I could copy/paste directly from the library's online catalog, using the list of items out in my account.

I have 44 items out on my card and 9 on Ed's.

See what I had before today in the inventory post I did a couple weeks ago. Of course a few of those have been returned since then especially many of the DVD as they have only a one week check out which can be renewed twice as long as the item hasn't been requested whereas books go for three weeks with two renewals.

Today's haul:

Title: Shakespearean songs and consort music...
Author: Deller Consort.
Publisher: Harmonia Mundi France, [1982?]
Format: Music CD

Title: Witches and Jesuits : Shakespeare's Macbeth
Author: Wills, Garry, 1934-
Publisher: Oxford University Press, 1995.

Title: Standing in the light : my life as a pantheist
Author: Russell, Sharman Apt.
Publisher: Basic Books, c2008.

Title: Standing in the light : a Lakota way of seeing
Author: Young Bear, Severt, 1934-1993.
Publisher: University of Nebraska Press, c1994.

Title: Flannery : a life of Flannery O'Connor
Author: Gooch, Brad, 1952-
Publisher: Little, Brown and Co., c2009.

Title: The habit of being : letters
Author: O'Connor, Flannery.
Publisher: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, c1979.

Title: The clown in the belfry : writings on faith and fiction
Author: Buechner, Frederick, 1926-
Publisher: HarperSanFrancisco, c1992.
(contains essay re Flannery O'Connor's work)

Title: The life you save may be your own : an American pilgrimage
Author: Elie, Paul.
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2004, c2003.
(tells the story of the friendship and cross influence between Flannery O'Connor, Walter Percy and Thomas Merton)

Title: The complete stories.
Author: O'Connor, Flannery.
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux 1971

Title: Collected stories : A friend of Kafka to Passions
Author: Singer, Isaac Bashevis, 1904-
Publisher: Distributed to the trade in the U.S. by Penguin Putnam, c2004.

Title: The Sisters Club
Author: McDonald, Megan
Publisher: American Girl, c2003.

Title: The gravedigger : a novel
Author: Grandbois, Peter.
Publisher: Chronicle Books, c2006.

Title: When you are engulfed in flames
Author: Sedaris, David.
Publisher: Little, Brown and Co., 2008.

Title: Hateship, friendship, courtship, loveship, marriage : stories
Author: Munro, Alice.
Publisher: Vintage Contemporaries, 2002

The bulk of today's haul is related to research for WIP. The Shakespeare material, including Sister's Club, is for the FOS story world but especially for Faye, Julia, Wilma and Estelle's parts.

The Sister's Club is a chapter book for girls age 8-12 which I sent for when it popped up in my Shakespeare search in the catalog because the girls in the story use Shakespeare's insults and swear words. Since I have three grown women doing something similar in my story I had to see how this author handled it. I started the book while still in the library. It's a fun, easy read. I still enjoy stories written for this age group. I should read more of them.

The two books titled, Standing in the Light are for my novel Spring Fever which has one character with Native American heratage and another who's pantheist.

The five books by and about Flannery O'Connor are prep for a story I'm considering for this year's NaNoWriMo novel. It's the story of a middle school girl who is a Flannery fan and does a term paper about Flannery which her teacher accuses her of plagiarizing and gives her a C only because he doesn't want to take the time to prove it and threatens her with being held back a full school year if she challenges the grade and makes him have to track down the source she copied. She is innocent of the charge but too afraid to challenge him so she fumes and plots revenge instead.

I've been playing with this story concept for years. It is based on something that happened to me for real in sixth grade. Though my term paper was on Jenny Lind the famous 19th century singer about whom I'd read a 600 page footnoted tome. I had been reading college level books for over a year by then and I know now that can explain why I wrote with more sophistication than my teacher (who was fresh out of teacher's school) could account for in a 12 year old. I let that incident strangle my writing voice for over a decade.

When I was going to college in 1986 I walked by a table in the library where four women in the teacher's program were working on their term papers and blatantly copying directly out of journals and books. They were even talking and laughing about it. I felt myself go hot with what took me several minutes to recognize as rage and trace to that incident in sixth grade. Shortly after that I found myself toying with the idea of writing a story in which the girl accused of plagiarism tracks down her accuser's own college thesis and proves he had plagiarized it.

My working title is: Must Everything That Rises be Submerged. Which is a play on the Flannery O'Connor story Everything That Rises Must Converge.

So how many library books is too many?

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Planning Library Run

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With the heat wave broken and temps in low 90s and dropping it is possible to plan a walk to the library tomorrow afternoon. Regardless of whether I get to go though, I have some items I need to finish up with. Two DVD to watch and a book or two to review. So pardon me again for dropping in for little but a 'hi and bye'.

BTW found above pic on LOLcats but recaptioned it for this post. So that's not my Merlin but it is how I imagine he might be feeling. I just got a look at the list of books I requested that are waiting for me. And then looked at the already stuffe shelf allocated for library books. Sigh.

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American Journalists Freed From N. Korea

American Journalists Laura Ling and Euna Lee board private plane with former President Bill Clinton in Pyonyang, North Korea (AP Photo/Xinhua, Zhang Binyang)

I was overjoyed when this news broke Tuesday afternoon. I"ve been following the story of the two journalists captured by N. Korea since the story first broke last spring. Laura Ling (younger sister to journalist Lisa Ling of CNN, Oprah & National Geographic) and Euna Lee were working for Al Gore's Current TV on the N. Korean border with China when they were arrested by North Korea last March.

I confess, I am something of a news and politics junkie and a lot of my recent posts accusing myself of laziness (because I didn't have anything of substance prepared like a book review or fresh fiction snippets) could have been avoided if I were willing to blog about the news and political commentary I'd been perusing those days like I did in the first year or so after starting Joystory.

But I'd veered away from those kinds of posts not least because I felt inadequate to add anything to the dialog besides my own angst or anger triggered by whichever article I was linking to in order to rant off the cuff for several hundred words. I did not like the mood I was creating in myself nor the mood I was setting on Joystory nor did I want to encourage the kind of vituperative comment threads I saw develop on other politically oriented blogs because I had no wish to moderate them.

But every once in a while there is a news story I just can't resist commenting on and this one is right up there with last November's election night coverage in eliciting joy and relief where I was expecting only despair. My heart had been breaking for the Lee and Ling families as well as the two women themselves ever since their sentence of 12 years hard labor came down last spring.

My interest in the story is enlarged by my interest in journalism itself and my admiration of these two courageous women doing something I might have wished my life path had led me to if I hadn't gravitated toward fiction.

I've really got nothing to add to the discussion except the weight of my own joy for the two women and for their families.

Welcome home Laura and Euna!!

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Too Much Lazy

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I just gotz too much lazy to chase dem.

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Sunday Serenity #138

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Thinking was one of the things I occupied myself with during my 3.5 (+ 4 hrs) days alone with a dog and a cat. Hours and hours of uninterrupted thinking. Nearly as much fun as the reading, the DVD watching, the sewing.... It was the un-interrupted aspect of it all that made the first 3 days so relaxing. Today, Sunday, was dedicated to chores and anxiously watching the driveway for their return. So not so serene actually. But the previous three days fortified me for it and I'm still trailing clouds of serenity with me.

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Oh What a Clatter

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Tis the sound of a breaking heatwave.

We've been having a thunder storm off and on for most of the last six hours. Sweetie my inlaw's dog and Merlin our cat have been nervous as a Granny walking through a field of nettles in her Sunday nylon stockings. And, yeah. Me too.

It's not my favorite feeling to be sitting alone in a tin box listening to the claps and booms, watching the windows light up.

Even more nerve wracking was to discover that my FIL has moved the flashlights somewhere. So if the power goes out I'm going to be sitting here in pitch black with a cat and a dog that won't let me walk out of the room without trying to follow. Follow? No, that would mean they were behind me. No. They want to walk beside me pressed against my leg (Sweetie) or between my feet or winding in out of my legs (Merlin).

When the storm first started I tried to turn off my in-laws PC just in case the power went out. Only to discover it had to install 28 updates before it could power down which took it over thirty minutes during which I sat there watching the screen count the completed installs in between flashing the message "do not turn off your computer..." as I practically held my breath that the power would stay on long enough for it to finish, fearing that my good intentions had just set up the PC for a irrecoverable crash. But the power held out. In fact it never went out except for one brief split second hiccup that didn't even make the clocks start blinking.

I was making my nachos during the worst of the lighting. I was just sure the power would go out while I had the table covered with stuff belonging in the fridge and the cutting board covered in chopped tomatoes, green onion and mushroom and the beans and cheese heating up in the microwave and when it held long enough for me to get my plate fixed and the food put away, I worried I would end up having to eat in the dark. But that didn't happen.

Earlier this afternoon I had sorted out my laundry and stripped the bed. I had planned on starting laundry at eight but the storm was at its height then so I waited. When I noticed at ten-thirty that I'd not heard a clap or boom for quite awhile and then that both Sweetie and Merlin were asleep, I figured that was a sign that it was safe to start a load. I've got three to process by noon tomorrow.

I can't believe my 3.5 days home alone are down to the last 12 or so hours! Where did it all go? Well, mostly to watching TV and DVD, listening to music, some daydreaming, a fair bit of reading and a lot of napping and a little sewing. Oh and snack and meal prep. It seems like I've been in the kitchen way more than the normal amount.

I spent an hour on Thursday moving my sewing, books and laptop and accessories out to the living room and making a bed on the sofa so I could camp out with the cooler and fans. Which means I need to allocate an hour to moving it all back before noon. I spent an hour today cleaning in our room and sorting laundry. There'll be three loads to put away by noon and the bed to make. Though I might wait for Ed's help on that as it entails lifting the mattress to get the fitted sheet on. I'll need to allocate at least thirty minutes to putting the kitchen in order before noon. And an hour for a shower and shampoo. So my little 'vacation' is all but over. I've got twelve hours and eight of them should be devoted to sleep as I promised Ed I would not inflict my sleep-deprived self on him upon his return.

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Friday Forays In Fiction: Listening to Witty Kitty

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Last week I was all down on my self and my files and threatening to hand them over to the cat to trash like a role of toilet paper. I was upset with myself for not being able to stay on task, for fiddling and fussing with my stories instead of getting hard copies printed off.

This week, having spent an inordinate amount of time on LOLcats while looking for lazy post concepts during this enervating heatwave I was reminded of a lesson learned and forgotten and learned again so many times I can't count. It is this: that every success I've ever had with my writing (fiction or other) has without exception begun with a sense of play and wonder. And every time that something bogs down the process or puts me in a funk the only way out is to go back to first things; to seek out the spirit of play. Who better to learn (or relearn) that lesson from than a cat?

Now if only I could figure out how to not forget it again. Maybe a string on my finger? A bracelet? A locket? A tattoo?

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The Key of ZZZZ

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It was another scorcher today, reaching 102F. But I didn't suffer nearly as much because I got to commandeer the living room where the cooler is all day. I was asleep before midnight last night and then got up to see Ed and his folks off on a road trip. They're off to see dirt track races in Washington state in the Pudget Sound area. Elma? Almah? Did not think to ask how it was spelled.

Anyway its a two day event Friday and Saturday nights with Thursday and Sunday for travel. I'm staying here to pet sit with our cat Merlin and Sweetie, my FIL's dog. I had intended on going back to bed after they pulled out this morning but it was so blessedly cool in the front of the house I couldn't bear the thought of our sauna of a room. I brought a pillow out to the couch but I was too wide awake. So I sat and read until nearly 8 when I then chose to fix a pot of coffee. I enjoyed my first hot coffee since returning from Longview a month ago. I figured I would go ahead and take advantage of the cool morning and then sleep through the heat of the day. But I didn't get sleepy.

Instead I moved my laptop, some sewing projects and some books and DVD out to the living room. Then I spent three hours watching Keeping Up Appearances episodes and finally after reaching disc 4 of the 9 disc set I checked out of the library two weeks ago, I ran into one I'd never seen before. And not just one but all three. It was LOL fun. So relaxing.

Also relaxing was knowing that I didn't have to be anywhere or do anything and any particular time all day. It has been months since I've had a day like that. Essentially I've got 2.5 more of those left. The only musts on the agenda is to clean the litter box and do 3 or 4 loads of laundry. But spread over four days that is nearly nothing.

Of course I will also have to move my stuff back into our room by early Sunday afternoon. And there is the fixing of my own meals. Which is set up to be more play than work. I've got enough fixings to do nachos every day if I choose. I could live on nachos or burritos. Not the fast food kind though. I do them with a base of refried beans and little to no meat with the bulk in the veggies: a green lettuce, green onions, tomato, avocado, jalapeno, and plain yogurt instead of sour cream, and salsa of course.

I'm not fixing them tonight though. I'm too hot and too tired for an appetite and I won't waste the fixings. I'm going to go ahead and lay down early hoping that I will wake for the cool morning hours again. I will be sleeping on the couch under the fans instead of in our room. I'm going to be sooooo spoiled by Sunday.

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If Seeing Is Believing...

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Pardon me that I've been making so many lazy posts lately. I can't stand to spend much time in close contact with my laptop. It's about as appealing as snuggling with a heating pad. We're in the middle of a heat wave closing in on two weeks now if you count from the day it hit 95. The first day that zapped me. I'm almost nostalgic for 95 degrees now. Rumors are it reached 109 here this afternoon. I don't know for sure as the last time I went outside to look at the thermometer on the porch was shortly after noon when it already read 98. It has topped 105 every day this week and had topped 100 for several days before that. They're saying it will reach 102 tomorrow and then drop back down into the 90s for the next several days.

It's enough to make even a cat long for a cold bath.

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Book Giveaway: The Lost Dog

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The Lost Dog
by Michelle de Kretser
Trade paperback publishing date: 8/13/2009
Publisher: Back Bay Books
352p

Tom Loxley, an Indian-Australian professor, is less concerned with finishing his book on Henry James than with finding his dog, who is lost in the Australian bush.

Joining his daily hunt is Nelly Zhang, an artist whose husband disappeared mysteriously years before Tom met her. Although Nelly helps him search for his beloved pet, Tom isn't sure if he should trust this new friend.

Tom has preoccupations other than his book and Nelly and his missing dog, mainly concerning his mother, who is suffering from the various indignities of old age. He is constantly drawn from the cerebral to the primitive--by his mother's infirmities, as well as by Nelly's attractions. THE LOST DOG makes brilliant use of the conventions of suspense and atmosphere while leading us to see anew the ever-present conflicts between our bodies and our minds, the present and the past, the primal and the civilized.

About the author:

Michelle de Kretser was born in Sri Lanka and emigrated to Australia when she was fourteen. She was educated in Melbourne and Paris and has worked as an editor and a book reviewer.

The Hamilton Case, her second novel, received the Commonwealth Writers Prize (SE Asia and Pacific region), and the Society of Authors’ (U.K.) Encore Award for best second novel of the year. It was also first runner-up for Barnes & Noble’s Discover Award in Fiction, and a New York Times Notable Book.

The Lost Dog is her third novel. It was a finalist for the Commonwealth Writers Prize and received the 2008 Christina Stead Prize for fiction.

Article: Michelle's motivation for her newest novel

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Book Giveaway: The Blue Star

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The Blue Star
by Tony Earley
Trade paperback publish date: 8/26/2009
Pub: Back Bay Books
336p

Seven years ago, readers everywhere fell in love with Jim Glass, the precocious ten-year-old at the heart of Tony Earley's bestseller Jim the Boy. Now a teenager, Jim returns in another tender and wise story of young love on the eve of World War Two.
Jim Glass has fallen in love, as only a teenage boy can fall in love, with his classmate Chrissie Steppe. Unfortunately, Chrissie is Bucky Bucklaw's girlfriend, and Bucky has joined the Navy on the eve of war. Jim vows to win Chrissie's heart in his absence, but the war makes high school less than a safe haven, and gives a young man's emotions a grown man's gravity. With the uncanny insight into the well-intentioned heart that made Jim the Boy a favorite novel for thousands of readers, Tony Earley has fashioned another nuanced and unforgettable portrait of America in another time--making it again even realer than our own day.

This is a timeless and moving story of discovery, loss and growing up, proving why Tony Earley's writing "radiates with a largeness of heart" (Esquire).

Interview with Tony Earley

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Tony Earley is the author of four books: Here We Are in Paradise, a collection of stories; the novel Jim the Boy; the personal essay collection Somehow Form a Family; and The Blue Star, a novel released in Spring, 2008. A winner of a National Magazine Award for fiction, he was named one of the twenty best writers of his generation by both Granta, in 1996, and The New Yorker in 1999. His fiction and/or nonfiction have appeared in Harper's, Esquire, The New Yorker, The Oxford American, The New York Times Book Review, Tin House, Best American Short Stories, New Stories from the South and many other magazines and anthologies.

He is a native of western North Carolina and a graduate of Warren Wilson College and The University of Alabama. He lives in Nashville, Tennessee with his wife and daughter, where he is the Samuel Milton Fleming Associate Professor of English at Vanderbilt University.

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• Provide an @ by which I can contact you in case of a win. Either in your comment or in an email to me at joystory AT gmail DOT com If you email your @ be sure to connect it to your entry. If I do not receive an @ your entry will be disqualified.
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• Bonus Entries: If you blog or twitter about this giveaway or link to in other ways (ie facebook, myspace etc), send me a link to the post or page and your name will be entered again for each case. Meaning, you can blog and tweet for two extra entries. (Multiple tweets will not gain you further entries as I do not wish to encourage twitter spam.)
  
• Deadline for entering is NOON PST Saturday, August 22, 2009. I will select the winners with a random sequence generator using www.random.org.
  
• I will announce the winners in a post as well as notify by email. Winners must respond with their mailing info within two days or forfeit. In which case I notify the next entry in the sequence generated by random.org.
  
• Winners must provide a US or Canadian mailing address. Hachette is unable to deliver to PO Boxes. Also, for those of you winning the same title in more than one contest, be aware that Hachette may not deliver multiple copies of a single title to a single address.

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Sunday Serenity #137

If I had to choose which I most admired about Lucinda Williams between her sound and her stories, I'm not sure I could. She simply rocks as both a singer and a writer.

These two songs aren't really my favs of hers. I'm posting them for Sunday Serenity mostly for the pictures in the slide shows set to the music.

Two of my favorites are Sweet Side and Righteously. I also love Tears of Joy and World Without Tears and Honey Bee.

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Old Joy

I want to see this movie. And not just because my name is in the title or because it is set in Oregon with scenery familiar from childhood or because it's based on a short story by an Oregon writer or even because it won acclaim as an indie film with a soundtrack provided by the awesome Yo La Tengo. Tho all those reasons are good enough to draw my attention to it and they combine to hold it longer they wouldn't be enough to make me yearn to see it. The strongest draw is the sense that the story is strong and of the sort I am drawn to--character driven with a quest for significant insight in to life at the center of the plot rather than the more typical quest to outrun or out maneuver forces set against you whether cars, cops, crooks or cupidity.

This quote from the movie apparently explains the title:

Sorrow is nothing but worn out joy

This one is definitely on my wishlist.

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Friday Forays In Fiction: Junk It Funks

Ever feel like giving your files to the cat to play with?

The project of printing hard copy is not going well. In fact its not going at all. When I open the file I'm thinking of printing I fiddle and fuss and flit about the other fifty files to remind myself of things done there that effect things here and visa versa. And when the scope of the story arc that covers the entire FOS story world begins to sink in I begin to feel like I'm sinking into a sinkhole created by a leaking septic tank. And I begin thinking what's the point of printing off this dreck? Of what use would it be other than for litter box filler or toilet paper?

When I look at the title list of the WIP or the character rosters with some fifty significant characters (story carrying POV) and the hundreds of others ranging from major to minor I wonder if I've even got enough time left to finish all of them. For sure not if all of them are full length novels of 80K+ words for that would put me in my late 70s unless I could pull off a pace of better than one per year. Based on past behavior that's hardly likely.

What if I knew for sure I only had time for one? Whose story would I choose? And what about all the new story ideas both in and out of the FOS story world which I've developed an averson of committing even a few jottings to paper or screen for fear of further overwhelming myself; for fear of becoming attached to yet another character I can't give the required TLC to?

What does one do when the place in your mind where the stories live begins to resemble a roll of toilet paper unfurled by a kitten?

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The Cool Place to Be

The chair with its back to the window is my favorite reading chair at our local library, the Phoenix branch of the Jackson County Library System. This is where I sat today from just after 2 to just after 3:30 browsing the books waiting for me on the request shelf. It wasn't exactly how I'd dreamed of it since Monday because I'd planned to get there before noon and stay until it closed at 4. But because I couldn't get to sleep early enough because of the heat a various anxiety issues (some of which I discussed in yesterday's post) I also couldn't get my act together in time this morning to leave before eleven-thirty as planned in order to beat the heat. In fact I didn't walk out the door until 1:30 and by then the temps were pushing 90. So I walked slower which meant it took me a good 40 minutes and possibly 45 to get there. Also had a bad stumble that twisted my ankle mildly and jarred my back and hip at about a third of the way there and then limped for most of the rest of the walk.

After sitting in that chair browsing the books (mostly the crochet pattern book) until 3 I was finally ready to start browsing the shelves when Ed showed up. I wasn't expecting him that early as he had warned me he might not get off work before 5. He wanted to leave almost immediately but he gave me another twenty minutes before he pressed. Having the ride home was more important than spending another 90 minutes in the wonderful air conditioned and brightly lit room.

Walking out the library doors was a shock. It felt much like opening the oven door but you have to walk out into it. Temps mus have been pushing 100 by then. They had topped them by a degree or two before dinner.

I can't believe I managed to find spaces for all the books I brought home. As I was shuffling them around and reminding myself what was due when and what was not likely to renew and so forth it occurred to me that it was time to take inventory in such a way I can keep track at a glance. I used to have a system and dropped it for a new system which I let slide before it became habitual. Before the libraries closed in 2007 I had a system I'd been using for over a decade. It consisted of making a bibliography slip for ever first time check-out and fishing the bib slips of repeat check-outs out of the file and paperclipping the bib slips for a single library visit together with something indicating the due date for that batch. I usually had nine of these batches I was keeping track of at any one time because back then I went to the library weekly at least and the books were checked out for three weeks and renewable twice for a total of nine weeks.

Then in February of last year when I started using the WhizFolder application for all my other note taking I thought it made sense to start making my bib slips in Whiz. But I never established a good habit of getting them done. The old way I did in my lap with the stack of books as a 'desk' for the little 3x5 slips. Doing it in Whiz meant finding a way to set a book next to my laptop and prop it so that it was just the right distance while making sure the light was shining on it and not on the laptop screen.

It just occurred to me--and I don't know why I didn't see it before--that I can copy and paste the bib info off the library's online catalog. And the list of all my items out is in my library account. Like DUH.

So I'm set up here with my library account open in a tab next to this one and I'm going to go back and forth using copy/paste. Don't worry I'm not planning to make a habit of listing all the items I check out here. After this one time I'll probably use my gmail and create a draft I can delete after the list is transferred to WhizFolders.

Here's the current list of items out on my card:

Title: Annie Hall [videorecording (DVD)]
Author: Allen, Woody.
Publisher: MGM Home Entertainment [distributor, 1998]

Title: Amarcord [videorecording (DVD)]
Author: Fellini, Federico.
Publisher: Criterion Collection, c2006.

Title: Eve's Christmas [videorecording (DVD)]
Author: Donovan, Elisa.
Publisher: Image Entertainment, [2005]

Title: Sit and be fit [videorecording (DVD)]: arthritis workout
Author: Wilson, Mary Ann.
Publisher: Sit and Be Fit, c2008.

Title: Keeping up appearances [videorecording (DVD)] 9 videodiscs (ca. 1340 min.)
Author: Clarke, Roy, 1930-
Publisher: Distributed in the USA and Canada by Warner Home Video, c2004

Title: The song is you : a novel
Author: Phillips, Arthur, 1969-
Publisher: Random House, c2009.

Title: The crime of reason : and the closing of the scientific mind
Author: Laughlin, Robert B.
Publisher: Basic Books, c2008.



Title: Mistress Shakespeare
Author: Harper, Karen (Karen S.)
Publisher: G.P. Putnam's Sons, c2009.

Title: Home safe [text (large print)] : a novel
Author: Berg, Elizabeth.
Publisher: Random House Large Print, 2009.

Title: Willow
Author: Hoban, Julia.
Publisher: Dial Books, c2009.

Title: How fiction works
Author: Wood, James, 1965-
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008.

Title: Goldengrove : a novel
Author: Prose, Francine, 1947-
Publisher: Harper, c2008.

Title: Fool on the hill : a novel
Author: Ruff, Matt.
Publisher: Grove Press, c1988.

Title: The bell at Sealey Head
Author: McKillip, Patricia A.
Publisher: Ace Books, 2008.

Title: The secret papers of Madame Olivetti
Author: Vanderbilt, Annie.
Publisher: NAL Accent, 2008.

Title: Designer beadwork : beaded crochet designs
Author: Benson, Ann.
Publisher: Sterling Pub., c2005.

Title: Hunger's brides : a novel of the baroque
Author: Anderson, Paul (W. Paul)
Publisher: Carroll & Graf Publishers, 2005.

Title: The crochet stitch bible
Author: Barnden, Betty, 1948-
Publisher: Krause Pub., 2004.

Title: Moral minority : our skeptical founding fathers
Author: Allen, Brooke.
Publisher: Ivan R. Dee, c2006.

Title: The Bates method for better eyesight without glasses
Author: Bates, William Horatio, 1860-1931.
Publisher: ISIS, 1971.

Title: The spark in the stone : skills and projects from the Native American tradition
Author: Goodchild, Peter.
Publisher: Chicago Review Press, c1991.

Title: The weekend novelist
Author: Ray, Robert J. (Robert Joseph), 1935-
Publisher: Dell Pub., c1994.

Title: How to crochet : the definitive crochet course complete with step-by-step techniques, stitch libraries and projects for your home and family
Author: Turner, Pauline.
Publisher: Distributed in the U.S. by Sterling Pub., 2001.

Title: The book against God
Author: Wood, James, 1965-
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2003.

Title: The anatomy of hope [text (large print)] : how people prevail in the face of illness
Author: Groopman, Jerome E.
Publisher: Random House, 2004.

Title: Knit and crochet with beads
Author: Chin, Lily M.
Publisher: Interweave Press, c2004.

Title: The gospel according to America : a meditation on a God-blessed, Christ-haunted idea
Author: Dark, David, 1969-
Publisher: Westminster John Knox Press, c2005.

Title: Crocheting school : a complete course
Author: Sterling Publishing Company
Publisher: Sterling Pub. Co., 2004.

Title: The faith of a writer : life, craft, art
Author: Oates, Joyce Carol, 1938-
Publisher: Ecco, 2003.

Title: Big book of scrap crochet projects
Author: Blizzard, Vicki.
Publisher: House of White Birches, c2003.

Title: An alchemy of mind : the marvel and mystery of the brain
Author: Ackerman, Diane.
Publisher: Scribner, 2004.

Title: So you want to write : how to master the craft of fiction and the personal narrative
Author: Piercy, Marge.
Publisher: Leapfrog Press, 2001.

Title: The ethic of time : structures of experience in Shakespeare
Author: Sypher, Wylie.
Publisher: Seabury Press, 1976.

Title: The upstart crow : an introduction to Shakespeare's plays
Author: Lloyd Evans, Gareth.
Publisher: Dent, 1982.

Title: At risk
Author: Hoffman, Alice
Publisher: Putnam, c1988.

Title: Writing fiction : a guide to narrative craft
Author: Burroway, Janet
Publisher: Longman, c2000.

Title: Shakespeare cats
Author: Herbert, Susan, 1945-
Publisher: Thames & Hudson, 2004.

Title: The Marshall plan for novel writing
Author: Marshall, Evan, 1956-
Publisher: Writer's Digest Books, 2001.

Title: First draft in 30 days : a novel writer's system for building a complete and cohesive manuscript
Author: Wiesner, Karen, 1969-
Publisher: Writer's Digest Books, c2005.

Title: The tyranny of dead ideas : letting go of the old ways of thinking to unleash a new prosperity
Author: Miller, Matthew, 1961-
Publisher: Times Books, 2009.

Title: Lamentation
Author: Scholes, Ken.
Publisher: Tor, 2009.

And on Ed's card either checked out for me or something he's checked out that caught my eye:

Title: Joshua [videorecording (DVD)].
Author: Williamson, Fred.
Publisher: Artisan Home Entertainment, c2002.

Title: Jellyfish [videorecording (DVD)]
Author: Fogiel, Yael.
Publisher: Zeitgeist Films, [2008]

Title: Dear husband
Author: Oates, Joyce Carol, 1938-
Publisher: Ecco Press, c2009.

Title: The heretic's daughter : a novel
Author: Kent, Kathleen, 1953-
Publisher: Little, Brown, 2008.

Title: Quantico
Author: Bear, Greg, 1951-
Publisher: Vanguard Press, 2007.

Title: Quantico rules
Author: Riehl, Gene.
Publisher: St. Martins Minotaur, 2003.

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Grrrrr!!!!

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I was having a pretty good day right up until a quarter to nine when Merlin slipped his harness while hanging out with Ed and I on the front porch. Ed was on his laptop and I was on my mini-tramp. I'd been stepping lightly for about ten minutes and was starting to sweat when Ed sounded the alert. Merlin was still in the yard at the bottom of the steps not a foot from the leash he'd just freed himself from. He was hunched down all big-tailed and staring down a big dog that was walking by with his mistress on a leash--umm the dog was on the leash not the woman but it was hard to tell which of them was actually controlling the leash. The dog had lowered its head in an aggressive stance. Ed had noticed all of this not me, I'd had eyes only for Merlin and since I was the one standing and not penned in by a laptop on a TV tray I'd started down the steps toward Merlin when Ed told me to stand still.

I still think I could have grabbed Merlin before he took off while he was occupied by the stare-down with the dog. But Ed had been afraid if either of us and rushed off the porch it could have startled the dog into lunging free and then who knows what would have happened next.

What did happen was that the woman got control long enough to head her dog on down the lane. At which point Ed hit the steps. But before he got to the bottom Merlin was at the end of the driveway and by the time Ed got to the end of the driveway Merlin was in the neighbor's yard on the opposite side of the house from the porch. Ed sauntered after him and I followed even slower because I was bare foot and there was a lot of gravel in the path from the steps to the driveway as well as on the driveway and the lane running past the house. By the time I got around the front of the house Ed had Merlin cornered under one of the two vehicles in the neighbor's driveway.

For the next half hour as daylight turned to dusk and then dark, Merlin played hide and seek and dodge and dart with the two of us and the neighbor lady from the porch side of the house. He hid under bushes, vehicles and porches of four different houses not his own. Except for Ed's Dad's car parked in front of our house (or Ed's folk's house actually). That was the closest he got to home during his little game. We had him cornered under that car three different times and each time he darted past us and across the lane into one of the driveway's or hedges over there. Then just as it was getting too dark for even Ed to keep track of him, he found a way through the gate into the neighbor's back yard where we couldn't follow him.

Our Merlin. How more aptly named than after a vanishing wizard?

Ed gave up and headed for the porch for a smoke and ten minutes after that he headed for the store for a beer leaving me home alone sitting on the porch waiting and hoping Merlin would show up before Ed had to go to bed. I've never come closer to wishing that I smoked and/or drank. My anxiety was bordering on panic-attack levels.

Sigh.

I really need to start meditation practice again. I had a nearly daily practice all last year and was finding it more powerful as an anxiety reducer than the anti-anxiety drugs I was on eight years ago. I let the practice slide shortly after arriving in Longview last January and it should have been the last thing I let go of.

Actually I'd gotten a bid shoddy about it as early as mid November. It is quite possible that if I'd kept it up, my shin-bruising encounter with Mom's dishwasher door New Year's Eve and the resultant ER visit six days later would never have happened because I wouldn't have been so startled and flummoxed by the simultaneous sounds of Mom's voice calling me and the door bell. I wouldn't have started walking away from the dishwasher leaving the door down and then seconds later ran back across the room having forgotten I'd just been loading it and thus it was down in the path to the door. Of course this is just speculation. But based on the memories of the calmer mind I had for much of last year.

Anyway. Back to the missing Merlin saga. A few minutes after Ed left, I went in the house to grab my slippers in case I needed to walk back down into all that gravel. My feet were stinging pretty fierce. No sooner did I get back to the porch I heard cats yowling. It was coming from behind the house. It could have been the back yard or the neighbor's back yard or the swimming pool and playground of the park's common area just over the back fence. There were two distinctive yowls and I recognized one as Merlin's. So I made my way off the front porch and across the side yard only to discover that my FIL had locked the gate to the back yard. I had to go back around through the house and out the back door. The side yard is dark but the back yard is lit up by the big sodium vapor lamp presiding over the common area. That light is so bright that even I can read by it.

I walked around to the very back of the house where I could peer into the neighbor's yard--the same yard Merlin and disappeared into not fifteen minutes before. Most of that yard is missed by the big lamp and there is a lot of stuff stored back there. It was a jumble of shadows so I could make out little and spotted nor heard no cats. The yowling had stopped before I'd got to the back door. After calling Merlin a few times, I gave up and returned to the front porch to wait for Ed.

Seconds after I got sat back down on the front porch the yowling commenced again. And this time it was much closer and I would have bet money it was in the yard itself. I stood where I could peer at the back porch which is in shadow since the big lamp's light is blocked by the shed next to the steps. But I thought I saw motion and I knew I heard Merlin. I rushed back through the house to open the back door and the first thing I saw was Merlin's tail floating back down the steps. I followed and as soon as he cleared the edge of the shed he was lit up like a camera flash that doesn't quit.

This time he was merely meandering. He reached a rose bush and stopped to sniff at it. I caught up and grabbed his scruff and carried him into the house by it and as I passed our room I dropped him inside the door and pulled it shut. Then returned to the porch to wait for Ed. It was nine-thirty. Merlin had slipped his leash only 45 minutes earlier and had been out of our sight only 20 tops but I felt like the whole episode had been hours.

As much as I wanted to cuddle and hug him with relief, I resisted because I did not want him to get the idea I was at all amused. Plus I was beyond annoyed that the pleasant mood I'd cultivated throughout the day as I sewed and read in the living room in front of the cooler was gone. Vanished in the mental mists.

A few minutes spent at LOLcats helped though. And the following video found there surprised a giggle from me:




With my in-laws home again now, I don't have the option of spending the day in front of the cooler tomorrow and the thought of spending it in this room as it heats up again is just too much. So my plan is to leave here before 11AM to make the walk to the library before the worst of the heat settles in. And stay there until Ed can pick me up after work. Even if he doesn't get off before the library closes at 4, I'll wait there for him. I'd have to even if the heat wasn't an issue because I may have as many as 17 requests waiting for me and Ed has a few of his own. I can't pull two wheeled bags while using a white cane and I really don't want to carry a backpack in this heat.

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Dreaming of Cool

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Temps are still nudging 100 by late afternoon. But either it was a tad cooler today or I'm starting to acclimate. I found the energy to sew for several hours this afternoon and even went outside and sat on the porch with it after 7pm. I was working on the embroidered bookmark. The picture to the right was taken a couple of weeks ago when I was taking inventory of my sewing works in progress. I started this in 2005.

The words you see on the bottom were put on then. "Books can take you anywhere!" They are done in back stitch. Each one a different color, which wasn't on the pattern that came with it. The pattern shows them all done in red. There will be three balloons and a book cross stitched in among the words. Each one a different color and I hope a different color from any used in the words. I put on the book today and I made it brown instead of the blue the pattern showed because I was using the thread left over after petite-pointing the teddy bear in the picture at the top.

The picture at the top was painted on and I don't think it was intended to be stitched but I wanted to anyway. It is of a child laying on an open book that is flying in the air. I didn't care for the shade of green they had made the book so I thought it would look better needle pointed in purple. I started working that in the summer of 2005 and got about a quarter of the book covered in purple before the events preceding my Dad's passing that year distracted me. I'd been working on it while sitting with Ed's grandma that summer but when I got back from Longview after my Dad's funeral that November I'd switched my attention to another project.

Last week I finished covering the book in purlple then did the edges of the pages in gold floss with gold metalic thread and put some decorative stitches on the cover in gold metalic as well.

At 8PM I had to quit sewing and switch to reading as the light wasn't right for sewing anymore. Shortly before 9PM there wasn't enough light to read by either so I got on the mini-tramp and ended up spending an hour on a gentle workout, visiting with Ed during part of it. I'd missed getting on it for the last two days.

I also read for several hours earlier today and will be retuning to the books again as soon as this is posted as I've got four library books that must go back by Thursday morning. Also two DVD so I may play a movie if my eyes wear out on the books. I'm not likely to finish any of the books so I've already put my request in for all four of them to come back to me. One of them though, has a queue and I'm forth in line. That is the one I'm spending most of my time with. Jesus, Interrupted: Revealing the Hidden Contradictions in the Bible (and Why We Don't Know About Them) by Bart D. Ehrman. The author is an ex-fundamentalist who is a professor of Religious Studies at Chapel Hill University in N. Carolina. He is a scholar of the Bible in what is know as higher-critisism. I guess it's obvious (if you read my profile) why I'm interested. I may want this one in my personal library someday.

Tomorrow my in-laws will be out of town and I'm taking advantage of that to do our laundry. Then I won't have it do on Saturday when everybody is at the races and I'll be free to do something else.

Thursday I'm planning to go to the library and spend as much of the day as possible in their airconditioning. I went a little nuts ordering books in the last week and may have close to twenty waiting for me by Thrusday. What was I thinking? I don't have room for twenty more books in this room.!!!!

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Ice Dreams

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Oh I'm thinkin I b likn it jus fine thx.

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Hey, I know, I'm being extremely lazy. And whiny. 100 degree days tend to bring that out in me...

Off to try to read with the fan blowing hot air (and hair) into my face.

Maybe a pause for a nice cuddle with an ice cube.

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Sunday Serenity #136

On days like this with temps topping 100 a fan can be your best friend.

I heard a rumor on the radio that we're in for more days of this high 90s nudging over into triple digits.

Drinking ice water or iced tea and reading in front of the fan was how I spent most of this Sunday afternoon and evening.

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Drawing Winners

Sorry it took me so long to get this posted. It was so warm this afternoon I just couldn't bear to have my hands hovering over the heat coming off my laptop keyboard. Ugh. And even thought it's now closing in on midnight, I still don't want to spend any longer than I must in physical contact with it. So on with it.

The winners of today's two drawings are:

tetewa for Off Season by Anne Rivers Siddons

Nicole for My Name is Will by Jess WinField

Congrats to the two winners and thanks so much to all who participated and special gratitude for those who helped spread the word.

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Friday Forays In Fiction: Intentions

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As promised last week, I've selected the WIP I wish to focus on for the next several weeks. I'm aiming my focus on the finish line for Home Is Where the Horror Is AKA Crystal's story.

(Crystal's Story: part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; )

I was already leaning toward's Crystal's story last Friday but wanted to give it more thought. Then last weekend my niece's vote in favor of Crystal tipped me over. The last time I focused on this story was around Easter of last year. My attention was derailed when I was hit hard by a virus (me, not my puter) probably the flu. By the time I felt up to writing again it was time to focus on NaNo. Then during NaNo news of my mom's broken hip....and four weeks ago I returned from a six month stay helping my sister with her care. And so went a year!

It's nearly time to put focus on prepping for NaNo again already. Especially if certain of my WIP still eligible were to be chosen--a few need some heavy research prep.

One possibility is to go with the novel containing Brook's story. Brook is a character in Crystal's story and much of her story is set in the same motel as the sections of Crystal's story in which she appears. That makes a lot of sense in a way. It wouldn't be such a wrench to get my head into the story.

There is one major con though. Brook's story was the one I used for my very first NaNo attempt in 2004. But since I discovered and joined NaNo less than 10 days from the deadline that year and didn't get more than a few K in word count... Hmm. Maybe if I promise to not look at that old file and start from scratch? Or put more focus on the POV sections of other characters in the story? See, sometime in the last few years I folded Brook's story in with Kay, Lance and Atticus' stories in my WIP To Sip the Light Prismatic, a novel set in the same story world as Faye's.

Another possibility is to go with Faye's twin sister Julia's story, The Lever of Love. That one has so many common plot points with Faye's story which can be a plus--and a minus. A plus in that so much of the story is already well imagined already. A minus because the same issues that plague me regarding Faye's story would do so with Julia's. But maybe coming at those issues from a fresh angle would help. The Lever of Love is going to be ( I think) written entirely in the form of letters, journal and diary entries, blogs, email, IMs with a sprinkling of news headlines and student essays and other things that Julia either writes or reads.

Yet another candidate for NaNo this year is Must Everything That Rises Be Submerged? a YA novel that is probably (though only peripherally) in the FOS story world also. The drawback for this one is that I would need to immerse myself in the stories, lit crit and bio of Flannery O'Connor for several weeks as my precocious little protagonists is an expert on the subject and the plot, metaphors and theme is supposed to reflect those of O'Connor's preoccupations.

Low on the list of potential NaNo novels for this year are A Tale of a Wail and the first in my fantasy trilogy A Wailing Womb. The former is set in the FOS story world. The latter is completely free of it. Both are less likely candidates because of the huge amount of prep work they both need.

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Lolling at the Library

It was a scorcher today. The last time I looked at the outside thermometer it was a nudge under 100 on the porch. That was as we were returning from the library just after 4PM. I say we but I was the only one who went to the library. Ed found a note from me when he got home just before 4 asking for a ride if he happened to get home early enough. I'd let him know I'd got a ride from his sister just before 2 and would start walking towards home when the library closed at 4. He pulled into the parking lot just after the librarian had locked the doors to prevent anyone coming in, I was standing just inside the door watching and hoping and not about to step out of the air conditioning one second before I was chased out. There was still a small line at the checkout counter so I probably had three to five minutes.

You're probably wondering what the video at the top of this post has to do with all of this. Well it's this: one of the unexpected treasures I found on the shelf today was a boxed set of 9 DVD containing the entire series of the British sitcom Keeping Up Appearances plus extras and special features. I happen to love that show and never tire of the reruns when I catch them. And I've never been sure I've seen all the episodes. Now I can be sure. If I can find the time to watch approximately 25 hours of ROTFLOL in the next two weeks. Late night is out of consideration as even if I watched on my laptop with the earbuds in I would have Ed dreaming he was out at sea in a storm for all the bed jiggling my suppressed laughter would generate.

I'm going to have to find the right time though, as I am sorely in need of sustained hearty laughter.

Another of the treasures I picked up was the DVD of Woody Allen's Annie Hall. I've never seen it and don't have a clue what it's about but recently something else I was watching mentioned it in a context in which knowing the story and especially a certain scene in that story made the point the speaker was trying to make. Since I haven't been watching a whole lot lately other than news and Gilmore Girls it was likely one or the other. It bugs me now that I can't remember because now I'm going to watch the movie and possibly not realize it when I see the scene in question. Ah, well. Next time it's relevant to a point someone is making...

Now, you're probably wondering where the 'lolling' in the title comes in. And that's tied in with the third treasure I found at the library: air condistioning. It made it possible to sit and read in sustained concentration for nearly two hours. I was done with my shelf browsing shortly after two and I spent the rest of my time there reading.

Ah, reading. I've not been able to return to that book for more than a few snatches since we got home. The heat was the primary factor. It steals my IQ. So I spent a couple of hours embroidering on a bookmark while listening to news. I think it's cooling down enough to give the book another try.

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Merlin is Missing

Update 1:25 AM Thursday: He's back. I stepped out on the back porch for the upteenth time in two hours and there he was. So relieved, I'm shaking.

Our cat Merlin, an inside cat, got out and I can't think of anything else at the moment. It was my fault and I've got to sit here by myself with the thoughts because Ed has to be up early for work. He got out because I left the bedroom door open when I rushed back to the room for something I need to get the quick shower I had fifteen minutes to finish before the park's water was being turned off at eleven for the next ten to fourteen hours. Ed was out on the front porch having his last cigarette before bed. Merlin got out Sweetie's doggie door in the back door.

It's happened before and he has come back safe. But this is the first time it has happened since I got home and the first time since Flipdizzy, the stray kitten that was living under the front porch last July and adopted the family winning all our hearts, was found dead under a rose bush last January probably having been poisoned. There has been a rash of pet death to poison in the park and the suspicion is that someone is taking it upon themselves to deal with the strays and raccoons that plague this trailer park.

This is one of the reasons Merlin is an inside cat and we always put him in a harness and leash to go outside. There are a lot of feral cats, raccoons, possums, and mean dogs running loose. Not to mention some of the malicious people. There is a creek next to the park that is home to more wild animals (where some of the coons and possums come from) and on the other side of the park is a busy road--two actually and one of them is the connecting road between the freeway and the main street going through town aka Hwy 99. It is just not a safe place for a cat raised indoors to be roaming free. Especially one as timid as Merlin.

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Facebook Frolics

A couple days before I left Longview, my sister talked me into joining Facebook as she had just done so herself. She walked me through the process. And I pretty much left it alone ever since because of how busy I was in getting moved back here and settled in and...and...and.

Well I gave myself permission to fool around on Facebook this evening. I was partly motivate by having been tagged by a Facebook friend for this meme called Bucket List. Thing is, I'm so new at Facebook that I don't have enough Facebook friends to tag the requisit 20.

So, I'm putting out a plea for friends. Is that pathetic or what?

Oh, its not just for the purpose of meme tagging, I seldom have the time for them anyway. So don't worry if that gives you pause. But I did start thinking as I tooled around Facebook that it would make another good place to announce when I have another book giveaway posted here.

Since I don't have twenty facebook friends to tag I'm posting the meme here too. If it looks fun play either here in comments, on your blog, via email (joystory AT gmail.com) or at facebook.

The Bucket List

The Bucket List. Place an 'X' by all the things you've done and remove the 'X' from the ones you have not. At the bottom of the list, add something you've done that's not already on the list.

NO EXPLANATIONS! If someone asks you about something, then fine - explain away. [for facebook play: Tag 20 friends (including me) and then publish. To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, do the list and tag 20 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish. If you don't see the Tag people in the upper right hand corner you are in the wrong place.]

Things you have done during your lifetime:

(X) Gone on a blind date
() Skipped school
(x) Watched someone die
(x) Been to Canada
() Been to Mexico
() Been to Florida
() Been to Hawaii
(x ) Been on a plane
() Been on a helicopter
( ) Been lost
() Gone to Washington, DC
(x) Swam in the ocean
(x) Cried yourself to sleep
(X) Played cops and robbers
(x) Recently colored with crayons
( ) Sang Karaoke
(x) Paid for a meal with coins only
(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't
() Made prank phone calls
(x) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose or elsewhere
(x) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
( ) Danced in the rain-naked
( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus
(x) Been kissed under the mistletoe
(x) Watched the sunrise with someone
(x) Blown bubbles
( X) Gone ice-skating
(x) Gone to the movies
( ) Been deep sea fishing
( ) Driven across Canada
( ) Been in a hot air balloon
( ) Been sky diving
() Gone snowmobiling
( ) Lived in more than one country
(x) Lay down outside at night and admired the stars while listening to the crickets
(x) Seen a falling star and made a wish
( ) Enjoyed the beauty of Old Faithful Geyser
() Seen the Statue of Liberty
() Gone to the top of Toronto CN tower
() Been on a cruise
(x) Traveled by train
() Traveled by motorcycle
( ) Ridden on a San Francisco CABLE CAR
( ) Been to Disneyland and Disney World
(x) Truly believe in the power of prayer
(x) Been in a rain forest
(x Seen whales in the ocean
() Been to Niagara Falls
( ) Ridden on an elephant
( ) Swam with dolphins
( ) Been to the Olympics
( ) Walked on the Great Wall of China
( ) Saw and heard a glacier calf
( ) Been spinnaker flying
(x) Been water-skiing
(X) Been snow-skiing
( ) Been to Westminster Abbey
( ) Been to the Louvre
( ) Swam in the Mediterranean
( ) Been to a Major League Baseball game
() Been to a Canadian Football League game
(x) Thrown up after riding a roller coaster or other carnival ride
(x) Buried a pet
( ) been parasailing
( ) Learned a second language fluently
() Dipped feet into both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans in the same month
( ) Seen the Panama Canal
( ) Spent years in a National Park
( ) Have been wake boarding
(x) Truly believe in miracles
() Has passed gas and blamed it on someone else (as if I'd admit that!)
( ) Driven a Nascar
(x ) Saw the Aurora Borealis -- The Northern Lights
(x ) Crashed the same car twice in 6 months (twice in 10 days!)
(x) Been to a drive in theatre
() Peered over the edge of the Grand Canyon
() Climbed Ayers Rock (Northern Territory, Australia)
()Milked a goat
( ) Youth hosteled around the UK
(x ) Eaten a meal at the top of the Seattle Space Needle

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Feelin Lazy

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I severely shorted my sleep all weekend and am paying for it today. My niece and I watched Gilmore Girls episodes til the wee hours both Saturday and Sunday night. Had to get up to go to the family picnic Sunday on less than five hours and today I had stayed up until after seven this morning to finish the tank top embroidery and get it ready for shipping to my sister before Ed left for work. Then my niece called me at 9:15 because I'd made her promise before she went to sleep at 3am to do so before she left. At that time we both thought that would be well after noon but her plans got changed and her older brother came to pick her up at 9:30 to go look at a car that might be right for her (she's old enough for her permit this year) I heard this evening that she got it--a 1970s VW Beetle.

I did lay back down but got up with my alarm at noon. Had a frustrating hour trying to get the TV to give up the blue screen with the word 'Video 1' on it and give me back the satellite menu. Fussed with three different remotes for an HOUR!!! before I figured it out. Or rather accidentally pushed the right combo of buttons or something. Who knows. My niece had been controlling the controllers because I was sewing and because she knew the TV remote well it having been her Dad's TV seven months ago.

Today was another dirt track race day so I had the house to myself from 3pm to after 10. But I could barely enjoy it. I did a lot of zoning in front of the TV. Not even watching it just half listening as I stared at the ceiling. I wanted to sleep but wouldn't let myself because it seemed like a waste of the opportunity to do the things I get to do on race day's--laundry, cranking the music, watching a movie on the big screen TV in the livingroom, washing my hair, hanging out on the porch or in the yard with no worries, cleaning our room, playing with Sweetie (Ed's folk's dog)--soooo many better things to do on race day than sleeping!

I did finally snap out of it. I put the bedding in the washer. Then, finding myself yearning for the embroider needle that had been in my hnad so much for the past week, I got out the embrodered bookmark I began back in 2005 when I was sitting with Ed's grandma and worked on it while listening to TV and sometimes glancing up at it and later while listening to news podcasts on my computer.

Then, I got all my needle and craft projects off their various perches or cubbies and set about addressing little issues that had come up since the last time I had them all spread out--issues related to making a project more independent and more compact. I fiddled and fussed with this project and that project and did much musing on several which are not needle ready because some necesary thing still needs to be bought (embroidery needles, needle threader, seam rippers), taught (blind stitch, a new crochet stitch) or caught (a plan, a pattern, an idea, a design).

I was still all spread out on the bed when the others got home and had to scramble to get the load in the dryer out and processed as there is nowhere to keep a pile of clean laundry in here and get my sewing mess cleared away. This is a work night for Ed and he is usually snoring long before 10PM and it was after 11 tonight.

I think I'm going to prepare to sleep myself. Maybe I'll lay down with the novel I started over a week ago and was almost finished with before my neice arrived--about 30 pages out. But I suspect I won't be able to finish it before my eye lids insist on gluing themselves to my eyeballs.

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Sunday Serenity #135

This was taken from our picnic tables at Touville Park on the Rogue River today. That is not actually the other side of the river showing but the edge of the island splitting the river in two--into an oxbow is it? Anyway it was a pleasant site not to mention full of pleasant sights. Breezy, sun-dappled.

My nieces parents were there and I expected her to go home with them but she returned to her grandparent's house with us and she and I holed up in my room and watched several more Gilmore girls episodes before Ed needed the bed and then we moved into the front room and watched more. We quit at 3AM (Monday) She to sleep and me to finish the sewing project I've been focused on for the last several days.

A birthday present for my sister whose birthday was Saturday. Ed said he would get it shipped overnight for me if I had it ready by 7:30 Monday morning.


I guess it is ready. I'm not as thrilled with the result as I was with the concept. I could not for the life of me keep my stitches going straight or of similar size. For most of the time I was taking out more stitches than I left in until I finally gave in to the reality that I wouldn't have it ready for her next birthday if I kept holding such a high standard for every stitch.

I consoled myself with the thought that most people would not be looking as close as I was--through magnifying lenses from two inches away. Or at least let's hope not considering where the design will be setting once she is wearing the tank top.

I used the embroidery stitch known as the back stitch to create at diamond shape traced by rows of color in the approximate positions of the colors in a rainbow.

Oh, well. I guess the important point to focus on is that I actually started a project for a specific gift occasion and finished it within a week of the occasion. Even more amazing, I finished a project inside a week of starting it. More amazing still, I gathered the materials for, started and finished a project inside of a month of first conceiving of it. All of these are significant WINS. Big time pluses worth kudos and back pats and victory Vs.

I also dressed two of the naked crochet bookmarks today and then gave them to my sister-in-law (my nieces mother) in recognition of her having just graduated with honors from college. I took both the tank top project and the portable bookmark wardrobe with me to the park but I forgot to take something to use as a backdrop for the pictures of the finished bookmarks. I improvised with a paper plate which wasn't ideal. But better than no pictures at all.

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