Summer has finally arrived, though it took its time about getting here. My roses are starting to bloom, and the raspberries (which we just planted this spring) have little green berries. The plum tree has its usual horde of tiny purple plums, which are rather hard to see because the leaves on the plum tree are purple as well, so you have to hunt for the plums.
The Ashford rewrite is coming along steadily. I've committed myself to a chapter or two a day, but no more, even if it's going well. If I do more I find I start scanning instead of reading carefully, and then I miss things. I'm approximately half-way through, and hoping to be done by the end of July, assuming I don't have to do anything too drastic, like delete whole characters or add six new scenes. Then I have to get it out to a few people, preferably people who have never read it before, to make sure it all works and catch anything horrid I've missed. After that, if all goes well...we'll see. I have ideas.
For the sewing, I've sold a jacket and a skirt in the past month. Yes, they were to personal friends, but a sale is a sale, right? Besides, though a little extra income is always nice, the main reason I'm trying to sell them is to give myself some excuse for something I would be doing anyway. I enjoy making things, particularly out of other people's old clothes and curtains and table-cloths, and it's more fun if I'm not the only one enjoying them.
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Sunday, July 3, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
111 on 1-11-11
I must have some sort of celebration. It is the eleventh day of the first month of 2011, and at this moment my blog has been viewed 111 times so far this month. So thank you, anonymous 111th viewer, for turning a rather dreary day into something more auspicious.
It's cold today, not just ordinary winter cold, but that fierce biting cold that creeps into your bones until you feel like you'll never really be warm again. That type of cold doesn't seem to care what the thermometer says. Sometimes I can feel it on a summer day, although it does come more often in the winter. It's cold the way some people's houses are cold. It doesn't matter what the thermostat says. It's simply cold, uninviting. It doesn't want you there. It wants to freeze you out. Of course, this could only be my overactive imagination, but I don't think so. The only solution is to warm it somehow, like trying to thaw open the car door with a hair dryer.
This afternoon my warming solution is hot cocoa in a tea-cup, one hour of silence, the music of A. R. Rahman, a ballet class, and a quiet evening with my husband.
It's cold today, not just ordinary winter cold, but that fierce biting cold that creeps into your bones until you feel like you'll never really be warm again. That type of cold doesn't seem to care what the thermometer says. Sometimes I can feel it on a summer day, although it does come more often in the winter. It's cold the way some people's houses are cold. It doesn't matter what the thermostat says. It's simply cold, uninviting. It doesn't want you there. It wants to freeze you out. Of course, this could only be my overactive imagination, but I don't think so. The only solution is to warm it somehow, like trying to thaw open the car door with a hair dryer.
This afternoon my warming solution is hot cocoa in a tea-cup, one hour of silence, the music of A. R. Rahman, a ballet class, and a quiet evening with my husband.
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