I love index cards
I mean, really love them. Deep and abiding passion type love. However, they do not reciprocate - possibly because my love is split between them, and is really for the concept, and not the reality. The reality is that once I've written something on an index card, that card takes off for parts unknown cackling gleefully. Fortunately, I usually write recipes on them, and the recipes tend to migrate towards the top of the fridge. The copious cards filled with arcane symbols and strange patterns of numbers that represent an attempt to pin the boggling processes of the bookbinding art down remain unaccounted for, however.
In the hour and a quarter since I've been up, I've made zucchini bread and started granola (it needs to be baked, but we're waiting on the zucchini bread) and gotten a good start on lunch. I have not yet gotten around to breakfast, or to writing, which is what I've really been wanting to do with this fine August morning, so cloudy and gray. Also there are numerous things not quite secret that I need to do. It really sucks, this working thing. Suddenly the hours in the day previously devoted to good things like cooking and cleaning and creating are devoted to... okay, selling books isn't really crap. I quite like it, as jobs go. If I have a less cool job in the future, though, I will be somewhat put out.
The squirrels continue to steal tomatoes and etc. from the garden. They have tried again with the melon, but the little French melon vine proved resistant. I love my little melons, they are so very nice and squirrel-resistant, unlike the cantaloupe. Also yesterday, had one grape off the vine. Another might be ready today. Not nearly so good a crop as last year, but they were seriously pruned at the wrong time, so hardly surprising.
ETA: Also, my Pact of the Thing is posted on t'other journal, because this one is not for the writing.
In the hour and a quarter since I've been up, I've made zucchini bread and started granola (it needs to be baked, but we're waiting on the zucchini bread) and gotten a good start on lunch. I have not yet gotten around to breakfast, or to writing, which is what I've really been wanting to do with this fine August morning, so cloudy and gray. Also there are numerous things not quite secret that I need to do. It really sucks, this working thing. Suddenly the hours in the day previously devoted to good things like cooking and cleaning and creating are devoted to... okay, selling books isn't really crap. I quite like it, as jobs go. If I have a less cool job in the future, though, I will be somewhat put out.
The squirrels continue to steal tomatoes and etc. from the garden. They have tried again with the melon, but the little French melon vine proved resistant. I love my little melons, they are so very nice and squirrel-resistant, unlike the cantaloupe. Also yesterday, had one grape off the vine. Another might be ready today. Not nearly so good a crop as last year, but they were seriously pruned at the wrong time, so hardly surprising.
ETA: Also, my Pact of the Thing is posted on t'other journal, because this one is not for the writing.