So I’m working on the book again. I’m re-writing the beginning (AGAIN)
I was going to leave that for last, but I can’t stand it. I have to re-write it so that the thing seems like it’s one piece.
If it’s one piece, then I can tell better what parts don’t fit.
And I’m not even talking off white and arctic white, or seabreeze white or all the other versions of beige that martha stewart might call white.
I mean white white.
I have just finished caulking the new bathroom. I grouted it with white grout, and the white grout went around white tile.
THe caulk went around a white shower base and a white toilet.
The white toilet has a white toilet seat. It is the conjunction of the white toilet and the whilte toilet seat that made me realize that all whites are not created equal.
Because to me, they are glaringly different shades of white.
And once you start noticing the different shades of white, it is an avalance. All those above items: grout, tile, toilet, shower base and caulk are different shades of white.
I guess I just have to be open minded about it–not b so black and white.
Today, Chris and I met at Capp’s Pizza on Castro street in downtown Mountian View.
I did not expect that we would get married.
But life is full of surprises.
Tonight, we will celebrate that we met by making enchiladas together.
There are a lot of things to talk about. I have had a full brain of thoughts.
But I have had a full schedule too.
umm…The leaves are falling. Dog is good, cat is good, I am okay.
Chris is okay.
The dollar is falling against the Euro, which is not okay, but we will deal with it.
not so many shopping days until christmas.
be good to one another.
More to come.
I discovered a large praying mantis on my curtains last night.
I called Chris over to take care of this 6-inch insect. This seemed like a husband responsibility.
He is kind to mantises. He found a box and scooped the mantis in. then he released the mantis on the rose bushes.
This morning Chris checkec, and the mantis was still among the roses. It was alive.
It is good to find a man who is kind to mantises.
Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer
Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer
Lead us lest too far we wander
Love’s sweet voice is callin’ yonder
Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer
Hey, there don’t get dimmer, dimmer
Light the path below, above
And lead us on to love
Glow little glow-worm, fly of fire
Glow like an incandescent wire
Glow for the female of the species
Turn on the AC and the DC
This night could use a little brightnin’
Light up you little ol’ bug of lightnin’
When you gotta glow, you gotta glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow and glimmer
Swim through the sea of night, little swimmer
Thou aeronautical boll weevil
Illuminate yon woods primeval
See how the shadows deep and darken
You and your chick should get to sparkin’
I got a gal that I love so
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Glow little glow-worm, turn the key on
You are equipped with taillight neon
You got a cute vest-pocket *Mazda*
Which you can make both slow and faster
I don’t know who you took the shine to
Or who you’re out to make a sign to
I got a gal that I love so
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Today Claremont has The Village Venture. Sounds a bit like the townsfolks all going for a hike…Pitchforks and torches optional.
But no, it’s kind of equivalent to the art and wine festivals up there in Northern Cal. It’s a big crafty kind of fair. One day only, a bunch of people get out and sell their wares. There are also politicians and community organizatiosn distributing pamphlets(hmm…maybe that’s a selling of wares too).
It takes place on the last Saturday in October, and the close down the streets. It’s mostly an outdoor affair, so there are a lot of dogs in halloween costumes.
It’s fun, and with all the lovely little things for sale you kinda are looking for an excuse to buy them. Christmas is the universal excuse to buy lovely little things.
So we consider the Village Venture to be the official opening of the Christmas Shopping season.
I finished deliberating in my first jury duty experience. Guilty.
The guy pushed his pregnant wife, holding their two year old, over a freeway bridge.
Pushed her once, she screamed, and he pushed her agian to finish the job. 34 feet down onto big rocks that surrounded the train tracks.
The unborn baby died. The mom and two year old survived.
Horrifically, the mother testified that the man did not mean to do it.
I was the foreperson for the jury. The ONE thing I had determined I would not do, and then I did become foreperson.
We deliberated for about a day, making 9 different decisions on 4 counts.
It was hard.
But the bad guy is going to jail-for attempting to murder his wife, for attempting to murder his two-year old, for murdering his unborn baby, and particularly because this was domestic violence and child-abuse.
I’ve been in this case since wednesday. I’m happy that we are done, and now I can sleep.
Last night, I woke up thinking of the dark walk up the cold overpass.
In some ways, it’s good to know that things can be repaired. Some things get broken, and some things get raggy.
There was a spot along the front of my house that was getting raggy. The paint was peeling off, and even some ants were columning in and out.
So, I peeled off the paint the rest of the way. I cleaned it, and I sanded it. THen I cleaned it again. There were a lot of layers of paint. I figured i”d better put quite a few layers of primer on it. KILZ 2…Four layers.
Here is what it looked like:
The perspective is a little hard to see. That patch of white paint is about 8 feet long. Four layers still left a ridge, but it did seal off the wood and the inside of the house from the invasion of ants.
I let it dry, and then I put the color on it.
This is what it looked like when I was done:
A woman builds her house with her own hands, the proverbs says. And maybe she keeps it from falling down with her own hands too.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted.
I’m serving jury duty for the very first time. It’s incredibly sobering, and it’s occupying a lot of my thoughts.
I am ORDERED not to talk about it.
Which makes it a little hard to do this blog. I am sorry readers. I hate to leave you hanging.
I’m not sure what to say.
…how bout these fires? Apparently,Southern California, including San Diego, is having a worse-than-usual fire season. Every year we have fires. but usual they dont’ happen all at once.
Chris, being a fan of both weather and the news, is glued to the TV.
I have a headache. Maybe it’s the hot, maybe it’s the smoke…Maybe i’m getting dehydrated from the lack of humidity.
What I’d like is a little escapist television. Since I can’t talk about what is on my mind…Let me get out of my head and relax.
I found some DVDs I bought on sale and hadn’t watched yet. Johnny Depp’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
MASSIVE DISAPOINTMENT
I rewatched The Music Man. Always a delight.
Last night I asked Chris to watch with me (Step AWAY from the computer!) with the promise that he could pick any movie he liked.
Drums Along the Mohawk–IN TECHNICOLOR
that was pretty good. Although I did not find the main hero believable…Or Claudette Colbert believable. I did wonder though, if she was related to Stephen Colbert.
Well…That’s about all I can say for now. Maybe by the end of the week you can hear what all the fuss has been about. Maybe we’ll get to have a verdict then.