Well, tonight we have to go indoors. This fellow was brought indoors (it wasn't his idea!) and brought a lot of his majesty and dignity with him. He watched me devour a plate of excellent chicken fajitas. S. had battered fish and a Greek salad, That blogging book says nobody care what you had for lunch, but of course, this was dinner.
Short, but very intense rainstorm this afternoon. The sandy soil soaked it up; it was very much needed. S. came home from town with gallon plants (Russian Sage, rust daylily) from the "hurt plant" sale rack at Lowe's.
I am relieved that the Obama campaign is at last putting up some ads, even though I am already tired of the election campaign that has hardly begun yet.
Still no progress on the postcards, but I have gotten a lot of other things done while I avoid. The senior water exercise leader has next week off, so that excuse will be gone . . .
Maybe you mentioned this but I missed it--what blog book are you talking about--one to help you write/ create better blog posts?
ReplyDeleteIf so, could you tell us the title? I know I need help to create a better blog. Now yours looks very professional.
Oh, you, my Faithful Reader! The book is called No One Cares What You Had For Lunch by Margaret Mason
ReplyDeletehttp://www.amazon.com/One-Cares-What-You-Lunch/dp/032144972X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1219630484&sr=8-1
If you follow the link to Amazon (should it work--haven't tried one here)you will be astonished at the curve of the reviews! About as many people hated it as loved it and there were all shades in between. I very much enjoyed reading it, but haven't really used it consciously. It probably isn't even worth the money. There is enough white space on each page that you could write a short poem there. (I did this once in a book of Richard Brautigan's that I have since lost and keep hoping to find. I just took off on a word of phrase from his poem or paragraph and went with it free-associationly--sort of like this blog, but maybe slightly more literarily.) Jo, your life seems to me to be so socially rich and event-filled that all you have to do is report and show your grandchildren. But I also think you might enjoy this book, too. . . Maybe you could examine it in a bookstore.