What to do when your beloved blog becomes a weekly occurrence instead of the more daily share you would prefer? Why create a list, of course. Where would we be without our lists?
This is actually a question I have been playing with-- I had been thinking I was going to create an art installation at September Squam exploring that idea. The plan was to put up flyers around town asking people to send me their to-do lists-- I wanted to collect hundreds and hundreds-- all shapes and sizes and then paper the inside of a small space with them. The space would be on the left, low-ceiling, no chair-- every inch of floor, wall and ceiling would be plastered with to-do lists-- and then on the right? a comfortable chair and absolutely nothing else except a wide, deep view of the lake.
Alas, my projects this summer are already full-out so no chance that little ditty is ever gonna get writ-- but, there you go-- how my mind does wander.
So, a list? Yes-- sure, why not.
1. Closing in on 300 typed pages of the novel-- I feel there are about another 45 - 75 to go. I may just have that first draft on the first of November which is the finish line I set out for myself last November 1st-- so boo-yah. That gets first place on my list.
2. I am trying to learn how to not freak out in the face of technical malfunctions. (emphasis, trying) Case in point: my cherished Lumix began exhibiting issues and I went into full-out Chicken Little 'the sky is falling, the world is ending, I'll never be able to take a picture again' mode. (Again, I know you are wishing you could live with me, admit it, I know you are). After leaving it on the shelf for days because I couldn't bring myself to go to the camera repair shop-- one day, I picked it up, held it, flipped it over, opened the hatch over the memory card, popped it out-- slid it directly into my laptop (instead of using the USB cord as I normally do) and, voila! Nothing wrong with my camera-- perhaps something amiss with said USB cord-- but boom. Problem solved. All. By. My. Damn. Self.
Am thinking I should let NASA know I am available, should they need an advisor.
3. Henry is mighty fine. Anonymous had asked in the last comments--- a wee bit o' benadryl and some gold's baby powder and the heat misery cleared up. I still have to watch it as the summer heat is tough on my delicate violet-- but he's back to his regular bizarre self.
4. The Story is Happening Yesterday I zipped up to visit Tara in her new home-- she and the hubs just bought their very first house and I came bearing this coffee cake and some other fun goodies in celebration. Later we went shopping because she needed to get a gift for a wedding shower. We ended up in Anthropologie and people, if anything sums me up more than this, I don't know what it is: a store three-stories high with adorable dresses, pretty blouses, tunics, lingerie, housewares and I come home with . . . wait for it . . a book. Um, yes.
Love it. So inspiring. Got me painting all morning today-- so there you go. As long as I'm not buying my clothes in art supply stores I think it's all good.
5. I was chatting with a friend who just came back from France and she felt bad saying that they were so rude and just, you know, so very French. I nodded sympathetically and it's true-- they are a tough breed, for sure. But god knows, there is much to love about this challenging tribe of mine.