School begins on Monday for Kidzilla, so this is our last weekend of summer freedom. But I still can’t pull my brain away from the thought that summer lasts until Labor Day and this whole back-to-school before Labor Day thing is nonsense.
So for the next week, we’ll be sort of hovering in the interim between back-to-school routine and what should be the final days of summer. Of course, it’s all moot since summer doesn’t end by the calendar until late September. I guess the answer to the question of when summer ends is dependent upon the person you ask.
While I’m a bit sad to see summer end, I’m also glad we’ll be getting back to a more structured routine with the start of school. I’ve learned to appreciate the beauty of each season, but seasons must and do change. I’m ready, I think.
Regardless of what the school calendar says, it’s still the weekend and that means it’s time to stop for a few moments and be thankful for the good in life… Continue reading →
“Look, you have the part and you’re wildly talented and everybody knows it so would you please just stop projecting your insecurities onto his behavior and creating a problem where there isn’t one?”
“I don’t know…I guess you’re right…but the way he constantly berates me in front of everyone during rehearsals is beyond directing; it’s abusive and I’m so very tired of hearing him tell me,’that’s the business, Babe, so suck it up or you’ll slip and fall to the bottom so fast you won’t know what happened” while he so generously spends hour upon hour patiently coaching the barely-legal chorus girls about the ins and outs of show business and how to get their four measures of stage time just right.”
“Well, maybe, but remember that you get to walk out of the stage door and go home to that gorgeous apartment with him every night while they cry in their white wine spritzers about how unfair it is that the director’s wife has the lead in the hottest revival on Broadway.”
“Yeah, true…” her voice trailed off as she lifted her chin so her face wouldn’t betray the assumption of life in the penthouse as anything short of perfect.
She ignored him as he pushed open the stage door while berating her yet again for making him wait so long and shrugged away from his grasp as he started too quickly down the icy stairs.
“Be careful,” she said with her hand barely touching his back, “or you’ll slip and fall to the bottom so fast you won’t know what happened.”
This has been a Six Sentence Story. Each week, the lovely Ivy Walker hosts a link up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to visit the link up where you will find great stories from some of my favorite bloggers.
Last weekend, I intended to post a second TToT because I had all the things to be thankful for. Then I forgot where I wrote them.
I found a draft in my drafts folder. It may or may not be the intended second TToT. Either way, I’m going to snag the couple of items here, add to it, and call it a day.
Thankful number one is a lovely photo of our CSA farm’s flower garden…how lovely is this place? Immediately behind the flower section are the vegetable sections. Part of our benefit there is we can pick our own from different sections each week. Can’t say any of us love the part where there are bugs around, but we do OK for a bunch of bug-o-phobes. And while I’d love to tell you we bring home bouquets of these gorgeous blooms each week, the truth is that we do not. Our allergies are just too bad and they make us miserable. So we enjoy them where they grow.
The subject matter of Singularity is not my usual cup of tea.
It’s nothing at all like tea. It’s more like you want a nice cup of tea, but the only thing available to drink is vodka. So you drink the vodka, expecting to feel fire as it washes over your palate and burns its way to your stomach…
But instead it’s good. It’s very good.
I entered my reading of Singularity expecting horror. And horror was delivered, make no mistake. But this is not the stuff of scary movies. This type of horror is…real. It’s mental. It’s emotional. It’s raw. Suffice to say that many of our personal terrors come from within. That, perhaps, is true for both characters and reader in this book.
What if you loved words and were told you could not use them? No reading. No writing. No words. If you were told you had to give up words completely, would you stop? Could you?
Andra BetScrivener has a secret power. But her life – and the lives of those she loves – may be in grave danger if it is discovered. Andra is faced with the challenge of finding a way to utilize her gifts without jeopardizing her own safety or anyone else’s. Her position is less than enviable. Step into Lisa A. Kramer’s P.O.W.E.R. and join Andra as she learns about herself, her powers, and the dark secrets of New North.
If you’ve read some of my other reviews, you know that I am not a big reader of YA literature. But every now and then a book comes along that makes me reconsider my stance. P.O.W.E.R. is one of those books.
Not even kidding. Look back at my blog calendar since June and you will see a significant lack of posting. The TToT still makes it in each week, but lately that’s about it.
Oh, I have ideas…loads of them. Drafts, too. Half-written, abandoned, “meh, nobody will want to read this” kind of drafts. Few, if any, have (or will) see the light of day. I miss the link-ups that have become favorites, but thinking about getting back into them feels…hard. So I don’t.
So let’s just call it a hiatus. A summer hiatus, maybe.
Because the other option was shutting down the blog and quitting the Internet completely for ten different reasons. But I like the TToT, and if I quit the Internet, that goes away, so…
Let’s get to it. But it’s going to be the sort of TToT you get after I’ve forgotten it’s the weekend, spent the morning out at the mountain, had lunch and a shower, and am now desperately fighting the urge to take a nap. The urge to just say “ah, mañana….” is great, but I think we all know that won’t happen, either.
But in a good and happy way. Most of our activity was centered on Kidzilla’s activity schedule and our little girl has been on the go! She has gained so much from these last few weeks and I think it’s safe to say that we have as well.
Let’s start with a can’t-do-it-justice shot of last’s night’s beautiful “blue moon” – this is a pretty good shot from out in the neighborhood, but in person it was…breathtaking.
I am behind in so many things today, so this will have to be a very short and unfocused TToT in which I dance and offer the SGV some refreshments…stay tuned for that at the end. Continue reading →
But if you head over to Eli’s place you’ll find a great roundup of words from some wonderful bloggers. This month is Freedom from Fear of Speaking month and Eli’s collected a great list of things we’d say without fear…but haven’t.
You’ll have to please excuse the bit of dust on my blog.
Despite any good intentions or potentially good post ideas, very little has happened around here – save the TToTs – in a very long time. I blame it on several things. Some of the reasons are interesting and relevant; others are not.
Regardless, here is this week’s offering through the dust and cobwebs that might be lurking around the screen here. At least I get some cool photos while I’m staring out the window instead of writing…
The humidity and high temps here have dissipated – at least for the immediate present. We’ve been gifted with a few gloriously beautiful summer days. I’m sad to say the heat and humidity is expected to return tomorrow and stay the week, but for the moment, we’re enjoying the reprieve. Continue reading →