My reclaimed life
It feels so good to have my life back. Before reclamation, right at this moment I would have been sitting in a cubicle for hours taking phone calls that start with - "I just received my order today, and..." Here's a hint - they never ended with "It was perfect. You guys did a great job."
Instead, I've read the book No More Diets by Allen Carr, which is excellent, btw and given Gladys a new home.
I didn't take a before pic but just so you know, Gladys is a wise woman Aloe. She has birthed many generations of progeny that now reside in various homes, curing burns, etc. But she, and all her offspring were refusing to anchor their roots in the soil so I had to give them a new home.
New clay pot. New cactus soil. New teepee type support system made of kabob skewers. Now they will hopefully be happy.
Isn't Gladys beautiful?
Speaking of beautiful plants - I don't know how many will figure into the new novel, tenatively titled, Tangible Taffy - but I've started to get pics & stuff just in case.
Here are the ladies of the canyon, Trina, Annie and Estrella:
If you don't recognize the origin of their names, they're from this song by Joni Mitchell:
Back to my reclaimed life -
Saturday I went outside for a bit cause it was nice, though cold. Other wise I mostly researched various things for the new novel.
Sunday I read an entire book out loud to my gkids. It's a book I learned about from London Mabel. The title is Withering Tights and it's by Louise Rennison. I read it and loved it so I wanted to share it with them. Especially Kat who turns 14 in March. The book is about a 14 year old and all her shennanigans. Even 10 year old Jay listened, though, in his play-with-my-ipod-while-listening way. It is 263 pages and took the better part of our day, but they were into it so I just didn't stop.
Part of the time we were reading at the lake. It was a gorgeous sunny day.
In fifteen minutes, I'm leaving to take them to kidfit class. I've missed doing that.
And I don't have to report back to work until Wednesday at 4pm when I will spend only 5 hours as training day one for my job not fixing the mistakes careless people make while taking orders.
Now this, dearies, is living.
Editted to add: Damn Barbara Samuel and her book, No Place Like Home, making me cry and cry. If it didn't have such a sweet, happy ending, I don't think I could forgive her.