Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Stuck in the Middle

Saggy middles, middle age, middle america... Whatever... middle is just a goofy word. That's where I seem to get stuck. Losing my thought mid-sentence.

It can be hard to get past the middle of a project. Especially one that requires patience, or seems to stretch out endlessly, like the stole that I'm crocheting entitled "Irish Mist Stole". With such a romantic title I envisioned hours of crocheting contentment. A virtual Irish Mist making fantasy. I'm about halfway to the finish line and it's nice, but not exactly shamrocks and leprechauns, not that I'd want the leprechauns.

For me, the middle can be a place where failures or abandoned projects flash before me, like mocking leprechauns reminding me of a trail of mistakes made in the past. That's when I need to remember a word spoken to me twenty years ago-"Don't look back at the past and all it's flack." That's all I can remember, but I think it's wisdom.

Saturday, May 12, 2007


I am a pushover for a good title. Even not so good ones. I always wonder "now what made them choose that?". I know that I'm not alone, judging from all of the names of things out there. Adam's first job, before he had to get a real one was naming the animals. I can imagine the interview with Barbara Walters. "Now Adam, why exactly did you name this one cow?". Adam replies,"Duh! Look at it for goodness sake."

Pride and Prejudice's working title was "First Impressions". While that was a perfectly good name, it lacked the sneer and distain that would pass between Elizabeth Bennett and Mr.You-know-who upon meeting. One title is benign,while the other exudes passion.

I think it's interesting how famous authors have theme titles, you expect John Grisham's titles to always be "The _______". My own in-the-style-of J.G. novel would be called "The Lobbyist's Wife", based on my life with lots of scary lifethreatening stuff mixed in.

Okay. You get the point. Titles matter. Why then did I choose "The Big Book of Dishcloths" over "Dishcloths with Heart"?

Just wondering.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

My Random Life

My famous author friend, Sharon Hinck, tagged me to write 8 random things about my so called life. How could I refuse? Will you play along? Big blessings to you!

8 random things

First, these are the rules:
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

1. I am so computer illiterate that I had to have my 16 year old daughter paste the rules to this game for me.

2. I was voted "most quietest" in highschool... Why not "most funnest"???

3. I've had 4 home births. One of which produced a surprise- twins! (I was in very big-and I mean BIG denial.)

4. I once sleep-walked into a stranger's room in a hotel. I was dreaming that the twins needed me... I don't know who was more surprised- the man, the bell-hop, me, or my husband who woke up to find me banging on the door that had locked behind me!!

5. I have a collection of enamel on copper art purchased on ebay.

6. When I was in Paris, my husband and I were eating escargot and the snail slipped out of the holder thing and catapulted, hitting a very nice table of Japanese people,it then bounced off the table, and rolled across the floor.

7. I can make soap. Unfortunately, I am allergic.

8. I have expressed my concern about the state of the food chain to U.S.Senators, state senators, representitives and furniture store workers. All yielding about the same results....

Well, there you have it. Sadly, I need to advertise for blogger friends who would be willing to play this game. Anyone? Anyone? I promise to read each and every blog. God bless you.


Sunday, May 6, 2007

Grounds for Divorce

We're out of coffee. Which in our household is- Grounds for Divorce! Actually, I thought that would make a great title for a book. It could be a story about a cute barrista whose husband leaves her for somebody else- or maybe she just forgot to bring home the coffee...

It's Sunday morning. I'd better run to the store and save my marriage before church.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Time/What's Become of Me?

I have a fear of being bored. Having nothing to do. Which is amazing considering that I can waste more time than anyone I know. Say pro-cras-tin-a-tor... I think the dictionary actually mentions my name in the definition. For as long as I can remember I have armed myself with books, magazines, notebooks and pens as a safety net in case of unforeseen time on my hands. So what's the point? I'm just procrastinating. I have to take my car to the shop and I'm imagining all of the free time stretching out before me. I'd better go pack my bags...