Monday morning and other nasties

Jan 14, 2008 18:56

 
Well, it is Monday, after all. You have to expect nasty.
            My nasty started yesterday of course. Or even the night before that. Saturday night we had duck for dinner as you may recall. And I had Gravy* and Gorgeous Golden Crackly Skin.
            And Sunday morning I was 12.37 pounds heavier than I’d been the day before and could barely ( Read more... )

hellhounds, walking, bell ringing, teeth, weather

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snakey January 14 2008, 19:12:21 UTC
I'm beginning to suspect that teeth are actually evil. A chunk broke off mine the other day, and I need a filling drilled out and put in, but I've been too sick to go to the dentist.... I can only imagine how much worse it is for you. :(

Also, I really want roast duck now. *goes to rummage in freezer*

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robinmckinley January 15 2008, 00:28:36 UTC
YOu just keep a duck in the freezer for odd munchie moments????? Gosh, I want to live like YOU do.

(Do you have the current lurgy? Flu that drags on forever? Peter still has it. My neighbour has it. It's really annoying about my neighbour because while he's off sick I can't use his parking space because it's full of HIS car . . . )

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snakey January 15 2008, 16:34:49 UTC
The duck's been in there for ages - we haven't been able to get into the freezer because Raven's got her workshop set up on top of it.... *sigh*

There's also a dead crow in there. Don't ask.

I have the Lingering Flu, *and* I've just been diagnosed with viral labyrinthitis on top of that. It sucks.

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robinmckinley January 16 2008, 01:20:34 UTC
The duck's been in there for ages - we haven't been able to get into the freezer because Raven's got her workshop set up on top of it.... *sigh*

*********** Your household sounds more and MORE like mine. I was making bread today and everything I did, I had to MOVE something first.

There's also a dead crow in there. Don't ask.

************ Shamanism. How am I doing?

I have the Lingering Flu, *and* I've just been diagnosed with viral labyrinthitis on top of that. It sucks.

*********** Oh, big gross. Hey, you can get the sympathy vote by being taken into court to argue your case from a stretcher.

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thatwasjen January 14 2008, 19:34:09 UTC
This is not related to this post, but a reaction to your few-days-ago post about you and Peter. There was something about how you told that story that was so romantic, and yet so everyday and grounded and human, that it reminded me of a particular line from Deerskin. And so I re-read Deerskin this weekend. (I don't re-read Deerskin very often, even though it's my second-favorite after Beauty--because a lot of Deerskin is so difficult and unsettling, but feel that it would be unfair of me, and a disservice to her, to skip over the difficult and unsettling parts just to get to the charming and lovely parts.)

Anyway, in re-reading Deerskin I realized that you write your blog the same way you write your books: your journaling 'voice' and your author 'voice' are almost indistinguishable. For the other published authors whose blogs I read, this is not true. As an editor, I know that it's not true for most people. Most people write differently for publication than they do for a diary or correspondence (either of which a blog probably is ( ... )

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robinmckinley January 15 2008, 00:33:18 UTC
It seems that your voice rings true everywhere.

*********** Well, thank you very much! :) I'm interested it seems so to you though because while my books are deeply personal they're not *directly* personal (part of my rant about how readers know a lot about me from reading my books, yes, but they don't know WHAT they know, because none of it is literal or direct), and while this journal isn't an exact replica of my real life it's a near cousin or a close personal friend. I would have expected the author voice and the blog voice to *resonate* with each other but not to sound the same.

. . . And after that, you aren't going to SAY what the line from DEERSKIN is? (By the way *I* find it bloody awful, rereading DEERSKIN, which I had to do for its recent reissue. Except for the puppies.)

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robinmckinley January 15 2008, 09:42:24 UTC
For what it's worth, I don't think your blog voice and your book voice(s) sound exactly alike; I think it even changes from book to book (especially from, say, Beauty and Sunshine or Dragonhaven). But there's something about the way you write - tone, punctuation, sentence structure, footnotes, word use - that, to me, is very identifiably "Robin McKinley", whether it's in your blog, the stuff on your website or in your books, if that makes sense ( ... )

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eversearching January 14 2008, 19:52:26 UTC
Ray bradbury was probably marooned in Seattle. Yesterday i was teaching Sunday school and telling the little ones the story of Noah's Ark. When I got to the "rained 40 days and 40 nights" part, my kids looked at me with the biggest "big deal" expression of all time. And I remembered that, right, here it rains nonstop for three months straight.

It does make the sun, when it comes out, particularly glorious seeming.

I hated that Ray Bradbury story when I was a kid- it dripped with despair for me! So it's kind of funny that I ended up moving to a state in which seeing the sun is a city wide event!

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melissajm January 14 2008, 20:00:12 UTC
"What I chiefly want to know-while I have some teeth left-is why this keeps happening."

Have you been checked for Sjogren's syndrome or esophageal reflux? I have both, and the dentist who's doing the second part of my second root canal Wed. says that either can do a nasty job on teeth. (Both, needless to say, is a real double whammy.)

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robinmckinley January 15 2008, 00:34:46 UTC
I know I haven't got reflux. Don't know the other one. Will investigate. Sigh.

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melissajm January 15 2008, 00:47:18 UTC
One of the main symptoms is dry mouth, which wrecks teeth.

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robinmckinley January 15 2008, 01:25:17 UTC
dry mouth

Uh oh.

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squirrelover January 14 2008, 20:29:07 UTC
My mother used to tell me the plot of "All Summer in a Day" over and over when I was younger, but she could never remember who'd written it or what the title was. It's one of those things, apparently...you just can't forget the story, but the heartwrench of the plot seems to overshadow such minor details as title and author! ;-)

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