Thursday, December 13, 2012
The Day AFTER 12-12-12!
Getting married was out - next May we're celebrating our 26th or 31st anniversary, depending on if you count the Normal Human wedding day or the hippie "we're hangin' together for life" day. Having a baby is out. Way out. I'm probably only a few years away from great-grandchildren.
I asked if I might take lunch to my Lovely Daughter (to begin eating at 12:12 pm, of course) but she had other plans. So I did what every little old Jewish bubbe does in the face of remarkable occurrences: I took a nap.
Now - you may wonder what the magic mushroom has to do with any of this. NOTHING! But I found it during our sojourn in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in October, and this seemed an ideal place for it. So I think what's called for here is a brief catchup. I'm not going to promise to write every day, keep up perfectly, &c. because when I make bold statements like that it's the Kiss of Doom.
So - in a word, as they say: for two winters I suffered terrible bouts of SAD. Clever name for malady in which you're....say it with me...SAD! (Seasonal Affective Disorder.) I don't know for sure if that's what it was; suffice it to say that the first bout led me to spending four months watching Animal Planet. I could train any canine ever bred and I think everyone in Houston has starving horses in their back yard and cockfights next door. (I have a crush on the Houston Shelter staff, all of them.)
This winter I seem to be doing much better - but of course it's early. (That is not a crew of lumberjacks pounding on your roof - it's me, knocking on wood, plastic-that-looks-like-wood, pseudo panelling and phony doors.)
I succeeded in writing a 50,000 word novel in November 2011 AND November 2012. So far no calls from Hollywood about movie rights, but I'm an optimist. NOT holding my breath, but an optimist.
We discovered Steam Punk (google if unfamiliar) and have been having a great deal of fun. Our only connection is the TeslaCon steampunk convention, which I've attended from the start. This year was the third, and I'm glad to say Superhub accompanied me last year and this year and enjoyed himself greatly. This year I joined the Suffrage Movement. All fun - but one has a cold chill after this year's politics that the chance exists for us to need to wear our sashes again in earnest.
Still working at the Museum, which is just enough to keep our hand in but no so much that it interferes with my Program of Indolence. I figure Procrastination and Indolence are bound to become Olympic sports before long and I intend to lead the American team.
I've been writing a little more, knitting a little less and trying to sort things out. Perhaps, as I tremble on the lip of my 71st year of life, it's time to decide what I want to be when I grow up.
I bet I can put it off some.
Kitties are fine! Evangeline has become a lap kitty - at least when I'm trying to work on the netbook, sitting on the couch. Lillianeis still a paschkudnik. The Husband is superior in all ways, and missed his calling as the Warden of a Crazy People's Place because he puts up with me. Without complaint.
Last bit of news - we handed off the beloved '93 Toyota station wagon (with roughly 270,000 miles on it) and got a new Prius V. That's "V" like in "vestal", NOT the Roman numeral five. (I watch the ads.) It's like a tardis - much bigger inside than it looks outside, and has proven sufficient for hauling all reenacting gear wherever we're going. I like it because when you take the foot off the gas pedal it tells you you're getting "99.9 miles per gallon" and that just sounds so danged fuel efficient.
OK, no promises, but I am going to see if I can pump a little life back into this poor blog.
NOTE: I mentioned the cats (fine); I mentioned the sticks (not much knitting, but a couple things on the needles). As far as the "books" go - I can recommend "If Walls Could Talk" by Lucy Worsley (fascinating history of the rooms in our homes); I am otherwise reading a variety of things on American Spiritualism, Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poetry, various writing books and a smattering of other oddments.
BOY am I rusty and I have to remember how to put in pictures.