I'm in a confessional mood. Here it is~ I like to watch people play poker on TV. I also drink way too much coffee. I think I'm cool because my car has a moon roof. Sometimes I read my horoscope. I'll drink anything in the right circumstances. Earrings make me happy. I still sort of believe that a neglected splinter can sprout a into tree. I say that because I have one right now and I'm little worried.
Enough already!
Today is the last day of January. I could weep with joy. To commemorate this happy day I plan to wear sparkling shoes and listen to loud music... or music loudly... haven't decided yet.
The willow trees are getting that fuzzy, greenish look~ too early, but maybe not. Maybe February will be as mild as the rest of our "winter". Dare I dream?
My work schedule is now kinda', sorta' permanently (for the time being), tentatively set. Thursdays and Fridays. God! Can I manage 2 days in a row??? The courthouse is nearing completion. It looks fantastic! The last I heard was March for the grand re-opening.
I have a PILE of special order pendants to make. The $45 ones! I must cease this rambling and get busy.
Be well gentle readers...

book chat... long awaited, much anticipated...

Calm yourselves, if possible. Book chat has begun, as has your literary enlightenment.
Kate gave me a most delightful book for Christmas. First of all, isn't it marvelous when someone can select books for you?? ... books that you love and would have selected for yourself. Oh, what a delight! Holy Fools is by Joanne Harris (Five Quarters of the Orange, etc..) and would tempt me with its title alone. It is set in 1610 France and is chock-full-o-nuns, magic and a delicious dash of sensuality. Religious mania mixes with showbiz to produce a truly unique novel that gets 4 bubbles out of 6 on my read-in-the-tub scale. Not to mention, the Denver Post liked it, too.
Now on to Death of An ordinary Man by Glen Duncan (I, Lucifer)~ OK, read this. By all means, posthaste. This book is on my list of all-time favorites. I love it... LOVE IT. I would marry it if it asked. I'm waiting... Afterall, this book spoke to me... it might ask me. I can dream, yes? There are parts of this book that will stay with me for a very long time, like beggar lice on knee socks. just read it, okay? 200 irridescent bubbles and a towel-pop !*!
Currently I am reading Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld, which already is dear to me because of the author being a gal with a guy's name. I feel for her. Guess what? It is set in a New England prep school. 78 pages into this book I am finding it quite good. Funny, tender and occasionally astonishingly accurate...
I have always found the times when another person recognizes you to be strangely sad; I suspect the pathos of these moments is their rareness, the way they contrast with most daily encounters. That remind that it can be different, that you need not go through life unknown but that you probably will-that is the part that's almost unbearable.
... 'Nuff said. Go read something... in the tub.

Postulate
What am I to the Almighty
but a bit of dust with a shrill voice
asking, always asking,
wanting and needing,
disregarding the sacraments,
falling short on praise,
wandering during worship.
I am the least of His worries,
too bothersome for the omnipotent.
Irritating the divine
with every sinful breath.
He sends his beginners
to deal with me,
Capra’s angel, Satan’s novice.
Lets them learn on me.
So they meddle in my little life,
send me troubles and joys,
which I exaggerate or undervalue.
Frustrated angels want to slap me around
for my unending ingratitude.
Minor devils test the sharpness of their forks
before stepping up to illness and ruin.

I believe in the hand of God.
I think it stirs the pot
and I an errant drop
lie under His big foot.

I speak.

Oh, joy! A return to bloggery! The world can lift its tearstained face and jubilate! I'm back!
whatever...
So, I have recovered from the plague and am a functioning human being once more. Goody!
On the downside (as if I'd ever look in that direction) it is still January. Winter had been so mild here everyone expects Feb. to be a month-long blizzard. The early trees are budding. What a temptaion for jack frost. Things are grey and brown and while I have a lovely bracelet in those shades, it is not my favorite palette. Isn't it fascinating to hear me chat about the weather???
Now, on to earrings... nah! Just teasing! No new, cheap jewelry to gloat over.
I'm trying to write, but suffer from interruptions... translation: excuses. I need to crack the whip on myself, but it proves a bit awkward and then if I do it well, I find I like it. That was a joke... I swear it!!!
Oh, look! Clouds! What a perfect garnish for the day! How do people live in Ohio where there are something like 300 overcast days a year?
I think I'll go polish something.