Weather in the Tries:
Hoo Boy! According to my phone (would my phone ever lie to me?) we’re headed back to the triple digits this week, with Thu, Fri, Sat being 104, 106, 106 respectively. On Fri and Sat I have to bake a cake, &c and have it ready to go first thing Sunday. Now, if it was just any cake, for any book group, I’d go to Desserts by Kelly and call it good. But this is a long-promised Margarita Cake with tequila (not baked, added later), lime curd (cook it on the stove) and cream cheese icing. And it’s for my book group, and they’re special. One even donated the tequila with plenty left over for the baker! And, yes, there is salt on top of the icing.
So, what’s gone on this week?
Lots of stuff, and not much.
My Sister of Choice and her husband who just happens to be my Brother of Choice (SOC n BOC) live in Seattle, and drove to Walla Walla for a wine tour, they stopped on their way to WW and took me out to dinner at the 3 Eyed Fish. A nice wine bar and bistro, then off they went.
My friend, Mary Curry, who proofed the final version of The Bride’s Gate and Other Assorted Writings: An Eclectic Reader for Eclectic Readers finished and returned it, and I got all the wee nits taken care of that a fresh set of eyes caught. I then wrote a short synopsis (how the heck does one write a synopsis about a book of discrete poems, stories, and memoirs/opinions?) and sent it, the first 40 pages of 170 pages, and the cover art to Cyberwit.net who published Marking the Hours in December. I’m now waiting on their response. In the meantime, I’m working on other writings.
On Saturday, my SOC n BOC stopped on their way home, and we went to brunch before they continued their trip to Seattle. Lots of good gossip, good food, and plenty of oh-so-good laughs!
Today, Sunday, I watched this week’s episode of Hospital Playlist and two episodes of Sense8. I still don’t really understand a lot of Sense8, but it’s one heck of a ride. I trust the writers/directors. Kind of like I don’t have a clue how a roller coaster works, but I trust the builders and the operators and the mechanics, get in, sit down, buckle up, and scream like hell all the way to the end when I get off with a face split in half by the biggest grin I can manage! (Yes, I love things like roller coasters, but will never, ever again, go on a Ferris wheel. I’m terrified of them, thanks to my dearly beloved ex.)
And I got a bit more house rearranged since getting all of my mom’s stuff. I do fairly well at stuffing ten pounds of stuff in a five-pound sack, if I do say so myself. 😉
Photo of the Week:
Entertainment:
Netflix: Am getting very frustrated that Hospital Playlist is releasing them one episode a week. Though I must admit this last one was the saddest I’ve seen. I’ve become very invested in the characters.
Sense8 is the roller coaster ride of series. Get in, buckle up, and scream like hell.
Next up: I’ve heard good things about Good Omens. I think it’s on Prime TV.
Books: Many years ago, I read a marvelous book, The Unredeemed Captive by John Demos. A history/biography of Eunice Williams who was taken by the Native Americans when she was eight years old, along with many of her village. Later, when she had the opportunity to return to her father (a minister) and family, she refused. She did, eventually visit them with her Native husband, but had no reason to return to the stifling life of a Puritan woman. I read several books in that time frame of white women who refused to ‘redeem’ themselves back to the European community for a variety of reasons.
My friend, Gayle Lauradunn spent several years researching and writing a book of poems, All the Wild and Holy: A Live of Eunice Williams 1696-1785. I received my copy, and devoured it in one sitting. I have yet to write my review, but hope to have it up soon. If you are at all interested in history of that time, get a copy and read it. It’s wonderful. ISBN: 978-0-821053-28-6, published by FootHills Publishing.
I’m also reading a marvelous book of poems, An Insomniac’s Slumber Party with Marilyn Monroe by Heidi Seaborn. Great fun, as the title suggests.
Writing: I’m working on a long poem, working title is Black is… and have written a few shorter pieces, including another poem about Daddy. I have written about 160 poems since 1 Jan 21.
Quote of the Week:
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” —Oscar Wilde
Sammy Brave Dog is loving this heat. He is, after all, from the Chihuahua desert. I’m not complaining, but admit I like the warmer days when we actually have cooler nights. The cool of Fall and the cold of Winter will be here soon enough. So Auntie Lenora and SBD wish you a most wonderful week, full of good friends, good food, and funny jokes!