Thursday, September 18, 2014

When the electricity goes out

Being an overly anxious person, I worry about the big earthquake.  I worry about not being immediately killed by a mountain falling on me or being slurped up by the earth.

I worry about living without electricity.

Once in awhile, this anxiety leads me to buy some useful product just in case.  Clothes dryer  doesn't work anymore?  Ha!  I have a clothesline and clothes pins.  

Dishwasher doesn't work?  Ha.  I have dish soap!

No laptop?  Ha.  I have books.

Here's a list of things that might be really useful after the big quake:

1.  A burro
2. A milk cow
3. chickens
4. A Spring bar tent.
5. A good sleeping bag(s)
6. A compass
7. An autoharp or an accordian
8. A 500 lb. stash of chocolate chips
9. An axe
10. A wheelbarrow
11. A shovel.  Latrine anyone?
12.  And, of course, lip gloss.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Ann Cannon and I try to show you our depressed faces while eating Indian food today

"Where are we supposed to look?"

"I'm looking up here."

"I'm still looking up here."

Impossible to be depressed on camera

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Trip to Brigham City

Here I am in my birthday shirt (Thank you, Janie, it's perfect) and my birthday Fiat.  I decided to drive 65 miles north to Brigham City and buy peaches.  Tom had a model coming, and I don't like to be in the house on model days and hear giggling coming from the basement.  Why do they giggle?

I've always liked Brigham City, but today it seemed even prettier and well cared for.  I thought it was the kind of town where you might stay and live awhile, but I think that about every place I go.  I like to try on places like clothes.

Anyway, after I bought the peaches I decided I wanted to eat lunch, but not at Maddox, which had a full parking lot, but in the center of town at the Idyl Isle Cafe, open since 1921, the year my mother was born.  The second I spotted it, I knew it was the place.

They served a fabulous sausage and kale soup.  In fact, I can't get it out of my head.  I should have bought a quart of it to take home.  I also had a BLT but turned down dessert, knowing I would have peaches and cream the minute I got home.

But here's the thing:  I get on the internet and find out that the Idle Isle Cafe is known for its Idleberry Pie.  I mean, it's on these national foodie lists.  Why did the waitress not say something.  "You're not having Idleberry pie?  Are you crazy?"

I was just telling Tom about this serious misadventure.  He couldn't stand it and left me to go get a berry pie and vanilla ice cream.  He said we'd both go to Brigham City next week and try the Idleberry pie.  

Brigham City in September is always a good idea

Friday, September 12, 2014

Birthday donuts

Thank you all for the birthday wishes.  We had no cake, but my sister left Dunford donuts on my porch and Emily left Ghiradelli Intense Sea Salt Soiree.  Who needed cake?

I shared them on the front porch with Maxwell and Harrison when they dropped to give birthday wishes.

Tom and I  celebrated by having dinner at the Road Island Diner in Oakley with Bill and Christine.  Bill also has a September 11 birthday.  He's a year older than I and prepares me for what's coming.  Next year, I'll be deaf.

Christine gave me the best present: Poo Pourri and then had us watch the ad on her iPhone  See it here:

No more smelly poops.  It's a miracle!

Thursday, September 11, 2014

It's my birthday

It's twelve minutes after one, so it's officially my birthday.  I'm seventy-two, still wearing lipstick and pearls.  And shoulder pads, evidently.

Here's a selfie.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Having the ROOM and not using it

I have had a study more years than I have not.  I certainly always had a study while I was writing my novels, but guess what?  I could never write in my study.  It was a place to keep my STUFF.  I didn't really want to sit in there.

So when I have an important project, I leave home.  I wrote one novel in little house in Manti, I wrote another in a small apartment in SLC and another in a tiny apartment in Provo.  Twice, I rented an office.  When I haven't had the funds for this extravagance, I go to the library and find a small corner to work.

Yesterday, I sought out the Herriman Library which is ten minutes from my house.  It's brand new and I found a floor to ceiling windowed wall in the back with tables and chairs set up in front of it.  I stayed there for a couple of hours and got my day's work done.

The problem with the Herriman Library is the same as the South Jordan Library or any library that is made up of one floor only.  The toddlers are loud.

Today I drove in the SL Library which has four floors and a children's library in the basement.  I don't know how many people go to libraries to do "quiet work" anymore, but it's getting harder to find a quiet space in the library.

Even in the SL Library, where kiddies are in the basement,  one occasionally is sitting in the same room as some guy with a cell phone conducting all his business from a table near you in a loud voice.

There is no hushing from librarians anymore. If I really wanted quiet I should stay home and work in my own study.

Where do you work?

Monday, September 8, 2014

The woman behind the yellow wallpaper

I have been skulking around the house like the woman behind The Yellow Wallpaper.  It's a story about madness.  Have you read it?  It's a damned good story.  I have been a little mad, a little reclusive, hiding behind closed blinds. I have watched all ten seasons of MI-5.  I am the only person I know who has seen all ten seasons.  Everyone else tells me, "It's just too dark.  I had to quit."

It was just the right amount of darkness.

When a person like me feels the darkness coming, she's supposed to pull all her cognitive therapy knowledge into play and be happy(ier) by 1) keeping a gratitude journal, 2) exercising 45 minutes a day, 3) eating healthy foods,  4) writing a short to-do list for the following day, 5) sit under the light lamp or, even better, sit out in the sun, 5) help someone else, 6) whistle a happy tune and so on, 7) meditate or pray to your God.

These are the very things you don't want to do when you live on the dark side.

This was the one list I made:  1) get out of bed.  2) Shower. 3) Get dressed.  And it was HARD, really HARD.

What actually made me feel better:

--Anthony Doerr's wonderful novel, All The Light We Cannot See.  It's the best book of the decade.
--visiting Sue and Cless last weekend and seeing the Milky Way again.  Why doesn't someone put the Milky Way on a list of feel gooders?
--Wednesday night art class
-- a funny therapist
--ate gallons of really good ice cream.  I may just eat ice cream from now on.
--Coca Cola with sugar.  Bring it on.
--I stopped going to church, because it made me feel bad about myself.
--Tom bought me a new, vintage green Fiat.  This might have been his version of electroshock therapy. I've got to say, it really worked.  I have a car.  I can run away from home if I want to.
--friends who have "been there, done that, and know it will go away."