Got another reminder today that the story needs to start with the most important info first. I got turned around on the one I’m working on because the setting is contemporary. But the story itself is still speculative fiction, so the spec.fic. element does still need to exist right up front. Thank goodness. I was really struggling there.
Oiy. My hips are so tired and sore from a day of couch shopping. But then, I do seem to have reached an age where shopping injuries are now a thing.
…so, at the moment turning on my bathroom fan sounds like I’ve just started up a lawn-mower over my head. So subtle!
Last weekend I spent 5 hours patching a bedsheet. Yes, I know, my intense party lifestyle astounds. To be fair, I hadn’t intended to spend 5 hours at it, but I’d already patched this sheet a lot over the years, and it needed something of an overhaul to hope I could get it to limp along longer than just one or two more cycles. Here’s a picture of one section of it, on my side of the bed. Have I…
Why did the Denver Airport train announcement just pop into my head and start repeating on loop? It’s not supposed to be an earworm.
You know you’re definitely not a kid anymore when you get home and can’t wait to open up the fridge for those left-over greenbeans calling to you.
My brain is like a bureaucracy. Sometimes it can take a very long time for new or unexpected inputs to work their way through the system. Not because they’re not important, but because there may be bureaucratic structural reorganization that needs to happen before movement can occur. And then ditto if you want some action output.
In honor of the season of cotton-flying-everywhere, here is a picture I took a month ago. Because it was only a month ago that I realized that this town I’ve been living in for 20 years has trees that bloom with lots of pretty white flowers (that sort of look like cotton fluff, but are not cotton fluff, because they’re pretty flowers).
So, last year I was on a small team at work that won one of my company’s annual recognition awards. Which should be at least a small ‘Yay!’ But, the circumstances of the win were such that it actually just made me kind of annoyed, and that flipped the switch in my brain that goes into rant mode. For some reason, the rant that came out was formatted as an explanatory rant to my TaeKwonDo Instructor, even though he had…
Last weekend I accidentally hiked to the top of a mountain. Now, whenever I turn that direction and see it, I feel like it’s taunting me.