Sunday, August 09, 2009

Um, that's right, the blog!

Sorry to you few hangers-on who actually check this blog anymore. No drama, no reason for the blog silence - just busy with other things.

There was a post on Wonkette suggesting yoga classes, and it started out thusly:

"August is a miserably hot month that serves no purpose other than to remind us a) that we wasted June and July and b) that we should probably do something valuable with our lives."

That pretty much sums up my mental state since August 1. So I got my lazy ass back to the gym, have been reading/listening to good books, and am knitting up a linen Clapotis from that handpainted linen I impulse-purchased a few weeks ago. I threw out the failed gardening experiments, except I did buy two new basil plants today. The others were past their prime and gone to seed. It's worth sticking with the basil, because I do loves me some pesto. I did an hour of cardio at the gym yesterday, and my legs are tired today, so today I skipped the gym and scrubbed the patio instead.

The patio was disgusting - all the rain we've had - sometimes 3 inches at a pop - had washed dirt out of the planters, leaves and muck and mold and mildew were everywhere, and it was horrendous. Over an hour of using the poor woman's pressure washer (the hose nozzle set on "Jet") and scrubbing with a stiff broom and a mild bleach solution, and it's a million times better. So that was my workout for the day.

Books: I think I've mentioned it on the blog before, but I cannot recommend The Help, by Kathryn Stockett, highly enough. If you belong to Audible or the like, the audio version is perfection. The voices, the characters - I was in love with this book.

Now listening to the follow up to The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. It's called World without End. It's good, but not as good as the first book. The intrigue is less sophisticated, and there's more graphic sex and violence, which sometimes gets predictable (sex) or just gross (violence). All in all, it's still good, but doesn't measure up to the first book. But that's the thing about doing a sequel to a really perfect book - lightning has to strike twice, and in this case, it almost did, but not quite. I do not dislike it, but I'm not as moved by it.

While listening to World Without End while doing things, I'm also reading Plenty Enough Suck to Go Around. I love it. This gal writes like I wish I could. I am barely into it but already hooked, and it's her words that have won me. She just described walking her dog in her boyfriend's parents' neighborhood in Gainesville, where they waited out Katrina, and getting bitched at by an angry man, livid because her dog peed. This has actually happened to me, except in my case I was bitched at by a woman around my own age, who accused me and my dog of making yellow spots in her yard. (Murphy had never actually peed in her yard, and he weighs 7 pounds and is not capable of making a yellow spot three or four times his size. My own yard has had chinch bugs and such, but never a dog-caused pee spot. That requires a lot more firepower than Murphy can muster.)

I will not say that everybody in FL is as vile as this, but they definitely do exist, and apparently are everywhere. I completely understand the author's angst at picturing her home underwater, life as she knew it destroyed, while getting bitched at by an angry old fart upset about "dog waste" in his cookie cutter neighborhood of concrete block and stucco houses on identical small, square lots. A few weeks ago, I was walking Murphy down by the lake, and I had my usual bag to pick up his small deposit, and did so - a man I don't know but see walking regularly, solemnly said, "Thank you for doing that," like I'd done him a personal favor. People here are very, very serious about very small shit.

So, that catches you up on the week. Work lingers on, uninspiring, but it's a paycheck, and I do like the people. I love my iPod Touch like it is a new pet. It's too hot to walk, so I returned to the gym. Nothing else is fit to blog, for one reason or another. Tentative trip next month, not sure yet.

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