Maybe just a list today

I've started a couple entries now and somehow nothing is of any particular interest; to me at any rate.

An overview of all I've written and deleted would read:

*Quit smoking, again. Thank you goes to a good friend that blew through town in July. Face and complexion are clearing. Smile is genuine.
*Mom's surgery went well. She is wondering why I get so worked up. I'm wondering why parents don't behave.
*Work is going well. I truly have no complaints. None. I think I should have complaints. That is my only complaint.
*Financially I'm still on track. (I am surprised to be spending so much on food & groceries. I mean, like, twice what I think I "should" spend on keeping myself fed. Will work to bring that down.) Still, I spent less than I made and I sent that off to pay down my loan from May. It is now a source of pride to be taking care of that.
*Football season is back on.
*Life is good.

* Oh and - I really like Gore Vidal's Lincoln. Chatty, opinionated characters, gossipy. It's a delightful read (so far). Did it have to be such a fat book? It lifts like a doorstop.

First Edition

For all the reading I do I've not read Gore Vidal. Maybe because they always look like doorstop bricks rather than books. I've traded books with a bus top buddy. He handed me a first edition Gore Vidal, Lincoln to borrow. He did say that Vidal gets "gossipy". Yep. It's chatty and gossipy and informative and entertaining. I'm thoroughly enjoying this. (I can't believe it, the calliope just started playing. I haven't heard the neighborhood calliope in over a year. It's playing, Do Your Ears Hang Low. Amazing)

The hardest part about the book is that it is a first edition. I didn't borrow him a first edition, did I? Maybe I did. But it was a free book. In any case, I don't want to carry this book on the bus. I don't want to eat while I read. I don't want to take it to the beach with me. I feel that I must sit quietly in a proper chair bent over this proper book till my neck hurts. It's a good book, it takes me a while to realize my neck hurts.

I wasn't in the mood to read when I started this book. I wasn't in the mood for really anything. I'm still not. I get my clothes ready for work, I go to work, come home, do nothing to speak of and go back to work the next day. It's not a bad life. I've let most everything slip by the wayside. I play guitar still; nothing recognizable. The fairytale blog is in hiatus, nothing recognizable there either. My instinct is to do nothing. I'm getting good at it.

I should go wash my hands so I can get back to reading...

Can you find me?

My recent foray into authordom can be read at...

http://www.tinglemedia.com/

And a press release is here...

http://www.prweb.com/releases/2010/11/prweb4818574.htm

Every bit counts. It all adds up. And it was fun to write.

Lectures by Authors

I hope the line for my book signing looks like this.

(Time for me to write the book, eh?)
Mike Dooley personalizing his lastest book.
Manifesting Change

I like Mike for his daily "Notes from the Universe". I suggest signing up for his e-mails. They really are delicious. The book came with the sign up. I came to see Mike. As far as speakers go, I would come to see him speak again.

And now a word from our Poet Laureate

Without her permission, Kay Ryan, one of America's Poet Laureate's poems...

The Other Shoe

Oh if it were

only the other

shoe hanging

in space before

joining its mate.

My prayer for you then is - may your shoes drop in the preferred order.

Fascination with Bilbo Baggins

I'm re-reading The Hobbit after 30 plus years. The J.R. R. Tolkien sure knows how to tell a tale. Adventure is wonderful, even with the awful bits.

Never, never, never too late

I have been reading a blog for the last month or so by a man that has published his first book. He turns 70 this week.

Helen Hooven Santmeyer published her most famous book when she was eighty eight.

I got time left...plenty o' time.