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Hump Day Happy

I usually keep the blinds closed on the window that’s directly in front of where I sit at my desk. The window beside me offers plenty of light and a better view, so I don’t think about the other window. However, the painting propped on that window is one Timmy painted and gave me years ago. These days, I like to raise the blinds so I can feel like a TimmyCreature is giving me a stare that means, “Get back to work.”

I know this is late, but if you want one of 14,000 things to be happy about:

please give me a page number from 1 to 612 and another number between 1 and 30, and I’ll tell you what the happy book says.

There’s poetry in a kitchen, too

Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine, on this date in 1892. About writing, she once said:

A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down… If it is a good book, nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book, nothing can help him.

Now see, THIS is the moment when I could use a photo of Mark G. Harris dropping trousers when we played 1000 Blank White Cards. Instead, I covered my eyes, because I’m a good girl. Lisa, Lindsey, and Rhonda, however, have no excuse for not grabbing a camera instead of just staring. As for Mark G. Harris, I’ve often said that he’s fearless with his writing, so one day I know he’ll be standing before us all with his pants–at least figuratively–down once again.

Since I don’t have a photo of Mark’s ass, how’d you like to see a photo of:

totally work safe

Hump Day Happy

How does Wednesday keep showing up so quickly? I’m about to turn in(to a newt), but if you want something from among 14,000 things to be happy about:

please give me a page number from 1 to 612 and another number between 1 and 30, and after I get a few hours’ sleep, I’ll tell you what the book says.

My own thing to be happy about: Mercury has gone direct. It’s NEW STOVE time for The Compound.

Space Dog

I don’t usually post about the dog known as EZ since she’s Tim’s foster dog and you can read all about her at that link. However, all the dogs are at the vet today for various checkups and such, and EZ was the first one ready to be picked up and brought home. I happened to be on the porch when she and her chauffeur arrived, and there’s no way I couldn’t post these photos. I’m sure Tim will update her status later on his own LJ. Meanwhile, I give you: Space Dog!

This indignity, AND she’s in heat. Which is more than I can say for my oven.

yeah, yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day

I’ll bet y’all think I posted this sweet picture of two friends hugging in my kitchen as some kind of prelude to blathering on about Valentine’s Day and affection and friendship. WRONG.

Direct your eyes to the right of Timothy and Mark. You see that stove? THAT STOVE IS EVIL. That stove waited until I had friends visiting, friends who would need to eat meals, before ITS OVEN DIED. Much worse, that stove waited until MERCURY WAS IN RETROGRADE to die. Bastard! I never buy appliances or electronics when Mercury is in retrograde.

Fortunately, Tim’s oven stepped up and did the job that mine would not. Mercury goes direct on February 19, whereupon my parting with THAT STOVE will cause absolutely no sorrow. Unlike the parting when Mark and Lisa went away.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all my friends.