So Deb tagged me as a Kreativ Blogger - and I’m with you on that, Deb, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. Here we go, then. Deb’s blog is Green V-Neck, a literary endeavor I am happy to endorse because a) her header contains the phrase “foundation garment” and b) just this week she blogged so eloquently about her child throoming on her Blackberry to its ultimate destruction. Plus, she tagged me and them’s the rules. And we all know if you ignore memes, ten of your love ones will die. (And what with the cancer thing and my sister getting hit by a car the other day*, this is no time to take chances.)
Seven Things I Love:
1. Vanilla essence.
2. The high note Tracie Thoms hits at 2:58 in this song:
3. That feeling you get when you really, really really need to finish a book but it’s too late at night and you can’t keep your eyes open, and when you wake up in the morning you try to reach for it before your eyes are open, and grudge every minute of extra sleep you need in order to keep reading. I haven’t had that for a while, unfortunately; used to happen all the time when I was a kidling. Of course I’m currently reading “More Work For Mother: The Ironies of Household Technology From the Open Hearth to the Microwave“, which, while in fact very interesting in its own way, hardly inspires the sort of die-hard fanaticism that afflicts one as a youth discovering The Princess Bride for the first time.
4. Job 38-42.
5. Maple syrup.
6. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston.
7.
I’m here supposed to pass the meme along to my seven favourite blogs: but you know, I’m not entirely sure I have seven favourite blogs; I don’t read any on a fanatically regular basis, and those I do are mostly big swanky ones like Pioneer Women who probably eat memes for breakfast. So, tough. If my loved ones perish, they perish. ** (Should I read more blogs? Is this like the thing where websites tell you you can win a trip to Tahiti if you sign up ten of your friends, and you count them up and realise you can only summon about six who would greet you in the supermarket with anything approaching genuine enthusiasm, and four of them you haven’t been in contact with for a year and might possibly have had a baby in the interim, you think you recall hearing from your sister who knows these things, even though she lives on the other side of the world and wasn’t in their class at school?)
*Sprained her ankle, apparently. Not the same leg she recently broke by tripping on a pebble on the beach while getting lost trying to find the ferry; the other leg, because a car “wasn’t there and then suddenly was”. I have sympathy, because I’m a noble and beneficent person, but at times I start to wonder if the gene pool is trying to tactfully crowd her out.
** Sorry, Mother.
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