And another year passes...
As usual, our family is putting off celebrating my birthday until the nearest Sunday, so that nobody's stuck working late and misses the meal and/or the cake. My daughter, Súl, got into her grandmother's (my mom's) recipe box and has decided to try her hand at making me a scratch angel-food cake for tomorrow. I'll be going out to get the ground pork and Napa cabbage for Chinese meatballs that is one of my all-time favorite meals.
But today, I lazed. I worked jigsaws, answered emails, had a lovely morning coffee with Súl and another stylist acquaintance. I don't feel my age that much (and I still have enough vanity that I'm not going to confess that age - sorry about that) except for my shoulders and knees. I'm very begrudgingly settling in to being one of the family "elders", even tho' I don't feel a whole lot different than I did when I was in my 20's.
The day has been quiet, and I've really had a chance to relax - which is very nice, considering that last week at about this time, things had more or less blown up about my ears. It took me a couple of days to get my head screwed back on straight (and to get my "cool" back); but while some of what was said was extremely hurtful, it's probably just as well that it got said so that it could be dealt with and set aside. Our family so rarely gets bent out of shape, it figures that when it does, it's a loo-loo!
My Muse has been at least a little cooperative. I finished another one-shot that is now getting "groomed" by my fellow Lizards and the denizens of the Hall of Fire. That makes two plot bunnies that never even made it to the hutch - altho' this last one holds the potential to expand into a full novel on its own. I'm working madly to tell the Muse that she HAS to let me finish at least two of the already pending works before she can give me another one. Having this many WIPs is a PITA.
JJ declared he was cooking supper tonite, so I get to play hookie from Mom duties. I'm a happy camper. But I'm hungry.....
But today, I lazed. I worked jigsaws, answered emails, had a lovely morning coffee with Súl and another stylist acquaintance. I don't feel my age that much (and I still have enough vanity that I'm not going to confess that age - sorry about that) except for my shoulders and knees. I'm very begrudgingly settling in to being one of the family "elders", even tho' I don't feel a whole lot different than I did when I was in my 20's.
The day has been quiet, and I've really had a chance to relax - which is very nice, considering that last week at about this time, things had more or less blown up about my ears. It took me a couple of days to get my head screwed back on straight (and to get my "cool" back); but while some of what was said was extremely hurtful, it's probably just as well that it got said so that it could be dealt with and set aside. Our family so rarely gets bent out of shape, it figures that when it does, it's a loo-loo!
My Muse has been at least a little cooperative. I finished another one-shot that is now getting "groomed" by my fellow Lizards and the denizens of the Hall of Fire. That makes two plot bunnies that never even made it to the hutch - altho' this last one holds the potential to expand into a full novel on its own. I'm working madly to tell the Muse that she HAS to let me finish at least two of the already pending works before she can give me another one. Having this many WIPs is a PITA.
JJ declared he was cooking supper tonite, so I get to play hookie from Mom duties. I'm a happy camper. But I'm hungry.....