Tag: random

Is that slug I smell?

I’d love to fill you in on the frenetic and fascinating things going on in my life, but I just realized that I FORGOT to have a frenetic and fascinating life. Damn.

I do have a creative project in the works; photos to come.

This is assuming I can actually muster up the energy to do the project. I sit at my desk or lie in bed at night for hours, wide awake, trying to figure out what I want to write and if I even have a writing career anymore. Then during the day, I could literally sleep for twelve hours without moving if life would allow it.

Life doesn’t allow it, however, so when all things align exactly right, I’m still going to the gym, the post office, the grocery store, and the bank. Between napping, reading (at last count, I’d read sixty-five books over the last ten months), and avoiding housework, I have long conversations with the dogs. I don’t know if those conversations are as boring as this post, but the dogs seem okay as long as I don’t sing.

Funny, they never complain when Tim sings.

Hump Day Happy

On Monday, Lynne and her friend Judy decorated cakes for a wedding at Houston’s restored, historic Rice Hotel. They needed a place to hang out for a few hours and get ready before returning to the wedding, and chose The Compound. It was a gorgeous day, so we ended up spending the afternoon on the front porch–joined by Tim–talking and waving cuttings from a citronella plant to keep the mosquitoes at bay.

We noticed a lot of butterflies visiting The Compound grounds. Because the beginning of spring is mere days away, it seems fitting that butterflies be the ones to find, for anyone who comments with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, something from this book to be happy about.

Sorry about the butterflies, Jandy. But they’re better than mosquitoes, right?

Slugged! In a good way.

A belated happy birthday to whytraven, who last week sent me an envelope full of little goodies and surprises, including this postcard with a picture of a banana slug of the Pacific Northwest.


He’s kinda cute–or maybe I just think that because he lives far, far away from me.

Thanks, Linda, for Mr. Slug and all the other gifts. =) Tim and I also got a package from Marika. Some of the contents of that one will show up on a future Hump Day Happy post, I’m sure. Thanks, Marika. =)

A list I can understand and appreciate

You know how people are always telling you things you HAVE to do? I can’t stand that. As soon as someone says, “YOU HAVE TO…” a door slams shut in my soul and somewhere, a kitten hacks up a hairball.

I follow Michael Ian Black on Twitter, and he just developed the opposite of the Bucket List (things you want to do or think you should do before you die, though I haven’t seen that movie–and by the way, where WAS Jack Nicholson on Oscar night?). MIB’s list is called The Fuck It List. Before today, getting a root canal was on my list, but now it’s too late. As I sit here drooling on myself–mostly because one side of my face is numb, but also because there’s a bottle of Vicodin in front of me–I’ve been wondering what things are on my Fuck It List. Definitely “eating monkey brains.”

What’s on your list of things you don’t have to do before you die?

Slugitude

I think I’ve finally caved to some kind of exhaustion. I’m doing the bare minimum I have to do to keep a semblance of order in my life. Beyond that, I’d rather nap.

I’m reading your blogs and posts even if I’m not commenting. I’m staring at my keyboard but have nothing of interest to post. Every time I start writing, inside my brain the words sound like blah blah blah blah who cares blah. And also blah.

I’m behind on returning e-mails and phone calls. I’m missing birthdays right and left. There’s nothing I want to photograph. Nowhere I want to go.

I AM ON A BREAK.

(Except, edited to add: Lindsey, you got your wish. All 136ish of my Photo Friday photos are now publicly viewable on Flickr.)

I have this book from my old bookseller days by David Greenberg. A dreadful and wonderful book that I often marvel was published.

Right now, I have decided just to BE a slug. I’ll let you know how this works out for me.