The Woodshed
I spent all day yesterday overdoing things in fine fashion. A grand and gluttonous lasagna was had, as well as fresh bread, fresh granola, and an icy coke to top off my spicy crab rolls at lunch. We continued today by constructing a decadent key-lime pie, complete with towering meringue. It’s still cooling, so I’ll have to let you know about that one later.
I do confess that the excess of rich and lovely food has done a lot to improve my mood. Not to mention the minor clearing of the sinuses affected by the spiciness of all. Though I still fell into a deep, coma-like sleep on the couch at 8:00.
Many thanks to the beautiful C’s, who in their infinite wisdom have reminded me that I have been missing music and baby animals in my life. I have to wonder whether CM intended the berry marinade for one of the wee ones? ;) I will turn on some Steve Earle and macerate some blueberries, just to be ready.
In the name of good humor, I will share with you additional topics of cheer.
First, bless a group of socially and politically active and aware crafters. They’ll just bring you up out of the dumps. Especially when they sprinkle their work liberally with gloom, doom, sarcasm, and insult and are willing to dedicate an entire issue to bacon. Eat it up friends. Then go back and read some of their earlier crafting extravaganzas.
If you just need to get your hormones racing a little bit, take Janet Evanovich at her word and grab a little birthday cake—in the form of a racy novel, that is. A romance novel perhaps, or maybe just jump into a Stephanie Plum novel. If time is of the essence, skip right to the scene with Stephanie and Joe in the backseat of the Uncle Sandor’s Buick in Four to Score. Trust me when I tell you that consummation is underrated compared to Joe standing half-naked in the street holding his gun.
If slightly (and I do mean slightly) higher brow literary entertainment is what you need, how about picking up Stella Gibbons’ Cold Comfort Farm. I’ve seen the movie, but I’m enjoying the novel for the first time. You read it too and we’ll share reviews.
I’ll save for another day some of my real deep-well, pulling out all of the depressive stops, such as advanced patriarchy bashing, heavy drinking, and painting my toenails orange.
Reader Comments (1)
Okay, so I can't withhold one of my own romance novel recommendations...if you're in the mood for some science fiction and a truly well-done, kick-ass heroine, check out the Riley Jensen, Guardian series by Keri Arthur. Start with Full Moon Rising. Nothing better than coming home to a naked vampire on your doorstep.
:) Drythe