Friday, June 19, 2009

Professional Moves

I have had a reading. It was an audience of around 30. Young people, who were trapped into listening to me and not even in their native language. There's nothing like having a 'captive' audience.

I shared a short story I wrote just for the occasion - Parent Week at my son's school. I had a full cheer at the end, though I'm not sure if they had been coerced by their teacher. =)

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In my ever drawn out adventures considering my future and a profession beyond this great ambition of writing, I toyed with becoming educated as a sound engineer. But then I went searching for jobs in my area. Um. Zilch. How's that for a professional outlook? Back to my drawing board and sticking to the clickity clack of my typewriter. We shall see.

At least the creative juices are drawing me to the writing table instead of feeling like avoiding it.

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Twins. I recently taught them the I'm a Little Teapot song and they love it. We're currently learning how to jump rope with little first success but a lot of great giggles. We've had some wonderfully hot days this week which meant the wading pool came out and splashing became the mode of the day. Even I was pulled in. Literally.



There have been sandbirds to make (needing finishing with the glue gun) and homemade spring daffodils gracing the table. We have taken to reading books under a blanket with a flashlight, because it's so much more 'romantic' that way. The twins almost seem to feel like they are doing something not allowed.


The scouts had a big bike ride and I joined my eldest for the spin. It was exhilerating riding along with 200 others, protected by police escort. They should do that every year. Hopefully they will.

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I got all geeky and stuff and built myself a new computer. The big secret is that we're making a giant computer shuffle. My laptop will be cleaned and transferred to the kitchen computer area and the kitchen computer will be fixed up as a birthday present for eldest on his way to Secondaire next year (7th grade). Building your own computer is rather exciting. It makes you feel like a real techie even if it is as simple as reading the manual (RTFM)! I suppose the fact that it has worked perfectly since I built it shows some level of geek prowess.

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The garden is coming along splendidly except that I suspect beetles have invaded. Several plants have been eaten very young, a couple of seeds were eaten before they sprouted out. I am more and more confident that the changes I made to the garden and effective fighting tools (organic thank you) have routed my snail problem. Now what to do about these dang beetles, if in fact that is the problem, before all my beans are holey and dead? Research research.

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

My Little Bot Lady's Maids

You know that self-clean button on the oven that does wonders for all those sticky spills? I just love that. And I was thinking, how wonderful it would be to have a self cleaning body. Like maybe little nanobots could do all your grooming at night while you sleep: washing, washing the hair (maybe using some fantastic futuristic dry chemical shampoo and conditioner specified to your hair type of course), removing all unwanted hairs. It'd be great to wake up all fresh and ready to go.

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Bread day is back! I had given up (once again! I think I'm now on round 4) trying to please my family with homemade bread. I can hear the gasp of hundreds (ok all 8 of you) thinking who in their right mind wouldn't like homemade bread? Well, let me tell you, these are toast people. If it isn't perfectly light and full of delicious little holes then it just isn't good enough. Homemade bread tends to the denser side. At least it did until this:



They have a recipe for American White Bread which is basically your toast-lovin'-holey-white-bread bread. And it works. I made the most light, fluffy, airy, holey bread I've ever seen yesterday. And homemade bread is back on the menu! Not to mention easing the budget - as in about 20 cents per loaf as opposed to 2.40 per store loaf.

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I've been using my typewriter to write my book. I can't resist the sound it makes and the feel of the smooth black keys. The strength it takes to push the keys enough to show a letter makes me take my time and that in turn fosters well thought out sentences. Glorious words have been issuing forth from my speed-decreased brain. Of course, I then have to transcribe what I wrote into the computer, but the glory of that is I can do a quick edit as I go. Yeah, I love my typewriter.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Getting Deep

I met a couple once. I was working for an architectural and engineering firm in Las Vegas. I was a single mom at the time. It just so happened that I had a weekend off because my son was spending it with grandma and grandpa. This guy worked as a temp where I worked. He invited me to go out with his girlfriend and him for the night. I acquiesced.
So, this couple we'll call Jeff and Renee pick me up and we head out to a cafe, then a meal on the cheap and end up at one of their parents' houses - who apparently were out of town for the weekend, score. They lived in some ridiculously small apartment and of course so did I.
Well, one starry night, a couple of wads of green weed and a pipe led to some interesting conversation in which I was cornered into hearing the sordid but romantic story of how Jeff became disenchanted with his current girlfriend when he met Renee and just had to leave her to be with Renee but Renee being the ever upright citizen (um ok) made him tell his ex girlfriend the truth (wha?).
At this point Jeff becomes visibly uncomfortable and indicates he wants her to stop the story. Ah the glories of love. She finishes the story anyways and he proceeds to tell me that she talks too much, a fault she's working on with her therapist. Which of course pisses her off because why would you want anyone to know you're seeing a therapist, but then why would you want anyone to know you cheated on your ex and then left her for the current girl?
I'm bewildered at this point and stoned, so you can imagine I could not think of a single intelligent thing to say. In the ensuing argument between them about these provocative reveals, they decide not to talk to each other any more. And there we sat in a bummed out, ruined high of a silence. We decide to go to bed.
What do you think happens next? Well about a half hour into my rather uncomfortable sleep, I hear my door being knocked on and enters Jeff. Oh shit.
He wants to be with me. He can't stay with Renee. He has fallen in love with me and cannot stand it anymore. (Translation I'm a repeat offending jerk and want to get in your pants.) I am completely disgusted by this obviously unoriginal act and tell him to go back to his girlfriend who, if he remembered correctly, he had promised to stay with after having left a different girl. He slunk away in sheepish quiet and I slept with one eye open.
I find it funny when people talk a good game of deeply philosophical uprightness and then fail miserably to live it. (Not that I'm perfect at this stuff of course, but hey, we're not really talking about me anyways right?)

Monday, June 01, 2009

The Last Day

It's the last day for my drawing over on Brown Books Project. Head over before 8 pm Eastern Time and you might win a prize! Just leave a comment at this post and you're entered to win.

Happy Reading All!