I can’t believe that it is actually quiet right now. In fact, the clicking of my keyboard might be the noisiest activity right now. There isn’t any TV on. The young one is playing with his some toys. I can’t believe it. When quiet serendipitously happens, I feel like I should stop whatever I am doing and throw myself into enjoying the quiet with reckless abandon. I want to take down about eighteen books and start reading them all at once. I want to write novels while writing poems and even knock off a grocery list or something. I better enjoy the silence while I have the chance.


I realized today that for the last, say, three years that the ibuprofen that I keep kept in my desk at work has been expired. Unnerving.

I find that every time I hear a reference to “tapping the TARP” on the radio, it seems semi-sexual to me. I imagine it describing some act that I am unfamiliar with, something you might find on a 101 positions guide on some Xeroxed 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper for sale somewhere in New York City. That this is what my mind conjures in the midst of dire communication about a serious financial problem with global implications…unnerving.

That the word “moister” appeared on the paper I was reading… The word moist gives me the willies unless it is referring to cake. The word “moister” always gives me the creeps. It just seems to me like something that shouldn’t be. You guessed it, unnerving.

The alley pictured above. Not unnerving at all, which is perhaps, separately, unnerving.

one, two, three…

How do the weekends go so quickly!

Thursday evening, I bought the Nike+ sensor thingie to go with my iPod so that I could track any running that I do. I’m glad that I did. I am trying (again) to take up running. Once upon a time, I was thinking about running a 5k, but I just didn’t stick with it. There was another time about a lot of pounds ago when I was running every once in awhile. And now there is now. I took a went out running (very slowly, but running nonetheless) today, even though it was snowing. I am very proud of myself for this. I plan to do some running tomorrow either during lunch or after work. Tuesday and Wednesday, I have other exercise plans, but Thursday, Friday, Saturday I plan to run. A week from today, I plan to rest.

Though I haven’t posted everyday, I am still doing the November, be thankful thing. Yesterday, I had pumpkin pudding with a crumbled gingerbread cupcake sprinkled over it. It was so delicious. Friday, I had a gingersnap latte at Starbucks. I liked it, but the little chunks of ginger at the end of the drink were quite unnerving to me. Today, I stopped at Coldstone, because the young one really wanted to. I got the horrible service that makes me vow never to go there again, and I took home a pumpkin icecream with crushed gingerbread cookies in it.

Friday, I did my Christmas shopping for my niece. I am happy about that. I would have been even happier if I had found wrapping paper and wrapped her little gifties, but hey, now I have something to do this week. I also took care of the young one’s birthday present. He informed me today that he would like to have a race car birthday cake and pizza for dinner. I can manage that.

At the gas station today, (oh yeah, I was all about getting things done today) I saw a sign for Maverick cigarettes. I have to say that I am a bit bitter that the word is just ruined for a while. I hate to see perfectly good words go out like that.

Liquid cake

Eggnog tastes like liquid cake to me. Maybe that in and of itself is enough reason to feel festive and to be happy.

I picked up a copy of Kindred, by Octavia Butler today at the library. I have picked up and checked out her work before, but I think that this is the time that I am going to read it. I felt drawn to it. Generally, I am not a science fiction reader.

I was discussing one of my ideas for a novel with someone from my writing group several months ago. She said that the concept reminded her of Octavia Butler. Now that I am trying to hash trough that novel through NaNoWriMo, I am feeling drawn to Butler. Junot Diaz, whom I really admire, had also mentioned her in an interview I read a few years ago. I think that last time I tried to read her, it was in response to that interview. Speaking of NaNoWriMo, I probably should be working on that novel right now. *sigh*

Today, I got Alex’s school pictures. When I got inside after work and put everything down on the counter, there I saw my son’s picture alongside Barack Obama. I loved the image and felt compelled to record it.

For the fall/Thanksgiving project, today’s theme was sweet potatoes. For dinner, I made Black Bean and Sweet Potato Burritos from La Dolce Vegan!. I’ve made them before and wasn’t surprised by their tastiness.

In other mundane news, I made arrangements to get my car repaired tomorrow. I’m addressing the internal, not the aesthetic problems with my car. Tonight, I hope to put down some words on my November novel and to do some more work on my website.


So, I’m not going to say anything pithy as I am sure that there is a lot of pithiness going around today (I bet there is vitriol as well, so I will stay away from that as well). Yesterday’s November is Thanksgiving item was beer. Not because people get drunk at holidays, but because of the flavor.

I’m behind NaNoWriMo-wise, but have been there before and won. The weekends are the times when I can do a lot of words.

I lost my “I voted” sticker which I planned to tape into my physical journal. I love to document things, but I have habits and a general sense of tangent-head that makes me bad at it. We all need to have goals though, right?

Mini cupcake and pumpkin latte

I didn’t make anything fall today, I was away from home for most of the day. But I didn’t forget about my theme and at lunch I had an iced pumpkin latte and a mini pumpkin spice cupcake. It made me think fall, it made me smile. The project is working.

The other thing I didn’t do was to remember to bring my camera home after making the point to take a photo, so instead, I took a picture of Alex who loves having his picture taken at any opportunity. I can’t quite remember what he was talking about; I was too busy trying to capture him in the clown wig that he likes to wear every once in awhile.

I also made progress on the design of my personal website. I think that this weekend, I will have enough done to replace what is up there right now. I’ve written a bio page, and created a list of 30 things that I am shooting to accomplish by my 30th birthday.

Apples and progress

Mom As a Little Girl by Alex
Mom As a Little Girl by Alex

I think that part of this blog is about documenting what I do. Yes, a journal does that, but I often feel like I don’t do anything, but I know that this isn’t the case. But here, it shows me exactly where my time is going. At the end of the weekend, for example, I feel like those two days just disappeared and that I don’t have anything to show for them.

I think that I am feeling that particularly right now because I haven’t been writing which is not normal for me. This is not the first time that I have gone a period of time without writing, but I think that this is the longest period of time that I have gone. I hadn’t even been writing consistently in my physical journal. And this couldn’t be a lack of time because now it seems like I should have more time than I have had in the recent past. I am no longer in graduate school. My child is now in school and gaining, albeit slowly, the ability to entertain himself. It seems like I should have more time, but it also seems like I am doing less.

Part of it is the struggle, I think, to balance major components. My job is important to me, taking good care of my son is important to me and writing is important to me. There are other things, but these are huge, identity-shaping things.

Then there are the random things, the curiosities that take hold, the desire to embark upon projects.
Maybe part of what is going on is that I am often working on so many things at once…. Maybe it is like the way that I read books. I might be reading 6 of them simultaneously, but not finishing any of them and then feeling like I am not reading. Then, suddenly, I finish 3 of those within hours of each other. Yes, maybe it is exactly like that.

So on to my November/Thanksgiving project:

This morning, I had Cream of Wheat for breakfast cooked with apple cider instead of water and swirled with pumpkin butter.

Dinner involved risotto, the fall flavor being butternut squash.

Both were tasty adventures; I’m feeling thankful already.

Thanks, November

One of my fall projects is sort of an extension of Thanksgiving. I hold no romantic notions about the origins of Thanksgiving, however, I do like the romantic parts that American society has decided to embrace and propagate. I like the idea of just taking time to be happy about things, to think about the things that are going well for you.

I also go into serious cooking lust mode when the holidays come around. I want to try all of those recipes for baking and brining and deep frying turkeys. I want all of the different kinds of mashed potatoes. I don’t want to be reduced to only pumpkin pie, or only apple pie. I don’t want to agonize over whether I should stick with my tried and true cranberry sauce recipe or whether I should branch out and be daring.

So, in 2008, I want to spend the month of November sort of celebrating Thanksgiving. If I had even more leisure time in my life, I would commit to making some beautiful Thanksgivingy dish every day of the month. Though I am not insane, I probably am still over shooting to try to come up with something each day that makes me think fall, or holidays. It could be a smoothie that uses pumpkin, or it could be a pomegranate martini. It could also be macaroni and cheese or collard greens. Who knows what November holds?

So, for day one, I made gingerbread cupcakes, using this recipe. I didn’t make the lemon sauce because I have lemon curd in the fridge (gotta love Trader Joe’s).

Happy Halloween

nanowrimo image

I spent all day in a costume that shifted and shimmied as if it was hearing a tune. They thought I was “Mother Earth” or poison ivy. Realistically, I was merely a forest nymph. I felt so naked.

I was also sick, but stuck out the work day.

At midnight I can start my NaNoWriMo novel. I decided that I am going to go with the concept for a novel that I came up with over 10 years ago, but never wrote. This month is the month! Tomorrow, I also want to start the running. I am full of ambition for November, but then again, it is not November yet. I also want to work on my website. We’ll see!