All About You (krissie)

26 Jun

Yuk. Wrong picture. I meant to put one up where I was chomping on something and looking ridiculous but I uploaded the wrong one. This was a second one where I was trying to look better and then realized that was ridiculous and meant to go with the first one.

OK, I’ve been busy. Drove back from Crusie’s last Monday, spent the week working on rewrites and sewing. Spent the weekend revamping my sewing room. I’ve got before and midway pictures, but it’s still mostly disaster so I’ll work on that later in the afternoon and will reveal all later this week.

Ugh. This week, however, I am going to have two teeth taken out. I haven’t had that done since I was 12 and supposed to get braces, so I’m not looking forward to it. One’s on one side, one’s on the other (both in the back, fortunately) so I don’t know what I’m going to eat (I hate Greek yogurt and there’s not much of the other kind around). Also have no idea how shitty I’ll feel. I’m hoping I won’t be out of commission for more than a day.

I’ve got an opera to go to on Saturday, a cabbage-chopping party on Friday (cole-slaw for the church’s July 4th barbecue), I’m an usher and greeter at church on Sunday … I guess that’s it. Most of the time I resent things I have to do, but right now I’m making an effort to get out and about. I desperately miss my theater – I’d be in the midst of rehearsals right now – but I’m enjoying having more time.

It’s 61 degrees with a breeze this morning. That would be lovely in November but it’s freaking cold in summer. I’m sitting by an open window and had to close it a bit and put on a sweater. Our blow-up pool is almost full, and if it ever warms up (it’s been staying in the 70’s) it’ll be lovely.

So – having teeth yanked out, revising, business planning, church stuff, working on my sewing room. Lots of things to do.

BTW, if I don’t seem like a churchly person that’s probably because the religious right has sort of co-opted Christianity, so a lot of people don’t talk about being Christian or going to church.  I’m UCC, and our front sign has a rainbow on it, welcoming every spectrum of humanity.  We’re open and forgiving.  I’ve been a (terrible) Sunday school teacher, an adequate sermon giver, a good choir member, a wise Deacon, an incompetent trustee.   I found a letter my grandmother sent to my father, saying she wasn’t going to church that Sunday because it was raining and because of the minister, and I love that there was that kind of continuity from 75 years ago.

So ha, religion right!  Jesus loves me too!

Anyway, tell me what you’re doing.  And if anyone here is part of the religious right, mea culpa.  I don’t mean to sound negative – I love when people have a solid faith.  I’m just not big on people pushing their definition of faith on others.

Enough.  What have you got going on this week?  (Damn, I’m going to have to close the window -it’s too cold).  Got plans for the big weekend?  Maybe we’ll get snow.

What’s on your agenda?

The Bluebird of Happiness, Part One

25 Jun


“Be like the bluebird who never is blue,

For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do.”

Cole Porter

 

Or maybe dance.  Dancing is good.

Krissie’s On the Road

19 Jun

I just hugged Krissie good-bye, so she’s on the road back to Vermont. Much happiness this week, much sadness at parting, but she’ll be back in September, so the dogs and I are coping. (She tried to steal Milton.) She’ll also be back to post here once she gets home and settled.

Since it appears that I have forgotten once more to post the Sunday post (I HAD A HOUSE GUEST), what did you do this week that made you happy? I had my best friend to stay and we went to see Wonder Woman. VERY happy.
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Mo Jo and Gidget and Ethel and Lucy go to the Eye Doctor (Krissie)

17 Jun

So  … my excuse for coming down here was to take Jenny to the eye doctor, where they usually dilate her eyes, rendering her unable to drive, and even give her a shot in the eye (squick!)  Unfortunately, neither Jenny nor I have any sense of direction, and I hadn’t been able to find my GPS before I came down this time.   Being responsible, we had both looked up the directions on our computers, compared notes, and took off with the assurance we would find our way there.  The last time we’d gotten lost and were half an hour late – that wasn’t going to happen again.

So, we left with twenty minutes to spare.  Uh … no.  We started down Route 206 and suddenly we were on i-80, which wasn’t supposed to happen.  But okay, next exit was 206 and we took it and sailed on down the road.  After a while Ethel er … Jenny hadn’t noticed any signs to Hackettstown, so I pulled over, looked at my phone and saw we were on the right road.  We persisted.  (Not always a good idea).  Finally about an hour later we pulled over, Jenny called her doctor to tell him we were lost in the wilds of New Jersey, and I checked Maps again.  Apparently the last time I checked I hadn’t realized that the place I thought was our end point had been our beginning point and we had to go back for half an hour.

So, I get the direction thing going on the phone and finally get there (just a few more wrong turns easily fixed), just an hour and a half late.  Okay, we’re there.  They were not pleased.  We sit for a little bit, Jenny looks out the windows and says “Oh, there’s the cutest dog …” and then she leaps up like Road Runner with an Acme Exploding Bird Seed under him, races to the receptionist and then out the door, saying a woman had collapsed.  We all rush out.  The woman is lying on the sidewalk, blood pouring in front of her, her ancient and darling toy poodle prancing around in concern.  (That was Gidget).  Jenny, whose priorities are clear, grabbed the dog, the nurse went to the lady, sent other sback for something to mop up the blood.  I scooped up her keys and an earring and her glasses.  She couldn’t get up — she’d tripped, probably, but she’d just gone straight down without trying to catch herself, and then hadn’t moved.  The blood came from her chin, and she was unable to get up because she’d just had two hips replaced.  We kept her company, I went back and forth with information (her name, etc), killed the bugs that were crawling toward her in her pool of blood, then took the dog when the doctor (who’d come out to check) saw Jenny.  The police came, the ambulance came, they were able to patch her up and let her go, and we reluctantly surrendered Gidget to her (after Jenny helped her to her car). She was very very grateful, of course, but we stayed and watched her leave – her license plate said Jo Mo (hence the Mo Jo because her name was Judy and her last name began with a V).

So the, after all that excitement we went to Target and rewarded ourselves with new 18 inch dolls and McDonalds, came back home and napped.

Ah, New Jersey!

I’m writing, Jenny’s making vast improvements on clearing out her house, and as usual I’m staying an extra day.  I always have too much fun to go home when I plan to.

Anyway, good times at Squalor on the Lake, and Milton likes me more than he likes her, ha ha ha!  (I’m going to steal him)

Oh, and it turns out I didn’t need to come down to take her to the eye doctor – he didn’t give her a shot in the eye or dilate her. Still, it made a good excuse, and I made her pay for McDonalds. Life’s an adventure.

Typical conversation in the car-

Jenny: If I were a better person I’d like wine
Krissie: If I were a better person I’d be a Lesbian.

We spent a moment brooding on our inadequacies and drove off down the road.

Heat Wave (Krissie)

14 Jun

I’m at Crusie’s. I came down to drive her to the eye doctor (she might have to get a shot in the eye – at the very least she’ll be dilated and god knows how hard it is to drive dilated. (And no, I never had babies so I’m not thinking about dilated cervices and childbirth). Stopped at Hobby Lobby on the way, beating myself up as I did (I know, I know, morally indefensible, but it’s the only one in the state and there are some things that can’t be f0und elsewhere. At least I didn’t give those judgmental bastards very much money). Anyway, listened to the end of DIRTY by Kylie Scott and it was excellent! Then started White Hot by Ilona Andrews, a book I’ve been waiting for, forever, and it’s as good as I hoped. Went through cloudbursts with zero visibility, got down here about 4:30 (left at 9 am). So good to be here – I was really in the mood to be here. Well, I always am, but for some reason I was particularly psyched.
We went to Applebees, came back, talked talked talked and then headed to bed. I know, not terribly exciting but I thought y’all would like to hear how we hang out. “You know you’re good friends when one of you comes to visit and you both nap.” That’s Jenny and me.
Today we wait for the arrival of her brand new iPad Pro. I’m so excited – more than she is, I think. I’m about to do some writing (this is procrastinating) and later we’ll crochet and watch tv – tomorrow the eye doctor. Life is good.
Funny thing – the moment I arrive Milton must sit beside me. He ignores Jenny but has to cuddle with me.
In fact, I seem to draw small children and pets to me – that is really a glorious compliment!
Anyway, I’ll give you updates, but basically we’re going to eat and shop and crochet and watch television, rinse, repeat. It is such a fucking treat to have a BFF, and I’ve actually got two – a legacy one and a new (30 years or so) one. I live in a tiny town and a tiny state where I don’t really have anyone to go to the movies with, go shopping with, except Richie, who keeps me divinely happy but sometimes you just need another woman. Crusie in NJ is worth half a dozen in Vermont – I go for quality, not quantity (though I’d accept quantity too – I’m just a nice, friendly person).

And you know, I’m not sure I need to reinvent my fabulousness. I’m pretty fucking fabulous already.

As are we all. I think maybe we don’t need to reinvent as much as recognize. Though maybe it has to do with the time in one’s life. We started this 5 years ago, when Jenny and I were looking at 65 and Lani was newly divorced. It was time to reinvent ourselves. Jenny moved, Lani … er … made a mistake, but she’s golden now, and I needed to get out from under a cloud. We’ve gone through a lot of shit in the meantime, but we really are fabulous.

So – let’s claim a bit of fabulousness every day, because we all have it. Name one fabulous thing about yourself. It can be tiny or huge (I’m not talking body parts). I’ll start.

I have great hair. It’s no big deal, nature gave it to me, but still, it’s wonderful and I celebrate it!
Not sure where this will go – I’m making it up as I go along. Maybe Wednesday will be our official Claim your Fabulous day. Or hell, maybe every day. Gratitude, always an important thing, is implicit. But sometimes you just gotta celebrate!

All About You (Krissie)

12 Jun

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Yeah, those look awful.  I need to work more with WordPress – like most people I just learn enough to make it work and then stop.  Anyway, the links are as follows:  Consumed (hot sex in Italy and an RV)  …  well, shit, I can’t make the links work.  Just go to Amazon.

 

And now, back to our scheduled program …

Hello, my darlings. It’s steaming hot! I live in Vermont for a number of reasons, and cooler weather is one of them, but every now and then we get a scorcher. Ugh.

So, I made progress last week. And then i got to play on the weekend – finished a regency dress for the AG doll and almost finished a dress for Ali the Fierce (my granddaughter). Back to work today, then pack, and tomorrow I head down to Crusie’s. She’s got another eye doctor appointment, and we’re going to see “Wonder Woman” and crochet and sew and talk and work. It’s going to be glorious.

I get to listen to the new Ilona Andrews book – the sequel to the one last summer, which I adored. OK, it would be nice if I had names. Lemme check. ah … BURN FOR ME was the first, and fabulous, and WHITE HOT is out now. Loved BURN FOR ME so much I’ve read it twice, and there are lots and lots of new books by great writers I could have read instead. So I’ll listen to WHITE HOT while I drive (after I finish up DIRTY by Kylie … Scott? Won the Audie for best romance and it’s good.)

So – writing books, reading books, sewing, coffee on the deck, great cats around me – life is good. Easy drives, visiting Crusie, Wonder Woman – life is even better. Gotta notice when things are going well. I have some nagging anxiety about Daniel and Tim (the kids) but it won’t do any good to be anxious, so I’m not thinking about it.

I’m just going to live my rich life and enjoy things.

How about you? Name three or four glorious things in your life that you can embrace. Hell, I suppose sewing isn’t that glorious but I love it, so for me it is.

And what’s on your agenda? I’ll try to take photos in NJ. Oh, and if anyone loves Richard Thompson (brilliant, wicked British musician) anywhere near as much as I do, Sirius XM is broadcasting a newly recorded concert today at noon on The Loft (my channel of choice).

But then, no one loves Richard Thompson as much as I do.

So About Happiness . . .

11 Jun

I was searching for happiness images and getting more and more annoyed because so many of them said, “Choose to be happy.” The nitwits who write these things have obviously never been poor, ill, distraught over a child, or living in Trump’s America. I get the idea that you can choose to embrace your life in all its imperfections and find the joy that’s still there, I understand that some people are miserable because they focus on the little bad things and forget the great good things, but this whole “Happiness is a state of mind” crap is getting to me. Sometimes happiness is inappropriate. No, you cannot just choose to be happy all of the time. I’m good for holding onto hope, I’m all about savoring the good moment, but I’m running out of happiness images that don’t have stupid sayings on them, like “Choose To Be Happy.”

She bitched.

That’s not why I missed last Sunday, that was just incompetence.

So I’m trying to figure out what to do here. We’ve been doing Happiness posts a long time. I’m thinking about changing that to Best Thing This Week posts or Three Good Things posts or Grateful posts. Anything to get away from the oppressive happiness stuff. It’s making me unhappy.

Any ideas for a new title? Oh, and what’s made you happy in the past two weeks (really, really, really sorry I missed last Sunday and then forgot to set this to post in the early AM).