Sometimes I just have to get out of the house to get stuff done. So I pack up a few books, tablets, and treats [thank you to our neighbors for the apple galette…my oven’s out of commission and they know I’m a lost soul without it.], pick up some coffee, and head to my favorite location for a ‘mobile office’ [family car] session.
It never fails to deliver some photo-worthy scenery. And with it I’ve built my insta-haven for fresh writing ideas and inspiration.
My research also led to https://www.doesthedogdie.com/ . It’s all about spoilers and avoiding distasteful [subjective term, of course] events in entertainment media. Honest, I turn to the last page of a book about dogs. If it’s not still alive, I’m outta there.
I spent time watching the robins attack the golden delicious that still dot the tree. All kinds of questions arose, like…
If the apple the bird is eating falls to the ground, does the bird follow it?
Do the birds ever fly away with apple flivel left on their face, thus opening themselves up to all kinds of avian verbal abuse?
Do some birds prefer to dive into partially consumed apples while others opt for unsullied ones?
Do the robins send just one robin ahead to conduct a recon before the others decide to swoop in?
Amazing how curious and creative we can be when we probably should be doing other stuff. [I can see now why my students were ever more inventive when I had other plans for the day.]
An interesting parallel thought on the intersection of writing and bird-watching…
“Until I went out looking for birds, I did not understand how much I hungered to leave the self-consciousness of the writer behind.”
–Katherine Towler [Why Do Writers Love Birding So Much?]
Speaking of other stuff…managed to dodge the Cyber Monday craze.
Black Friday was another story, as we ‘treated’ ourselves to a new clothes washer.
I guess it was time. Neighbors fled as I approached. On Allied Waste pick-up day, some looked away as I walked by, choosing to linger over their open trash barrels. Subtle…but I finally got the hint. ;-]
1. I realize with the fevered divisions in our society today, this might be off-putting, but I’m sorry. It’s time…
Marzipan? Bleeaack! ** ***
2. Trying to decide if it’s worth changing my Medicare Part D coverage.
Something tells me the time I’ve spent reviewing options has cost me more in ‘life currency’ than the couple of bucks I might save on Medicare monthly premiums for the upcoming ‘season’. [It does feel a bit like open season on us doddering old 65-year-olds.]
I mean, I could be watching a Hallmark Christmas rerun in the time I’ve crafted this verbal masterpiece…
3. I guess I’m wrong, but it seems that Amazon could at least cover my tax bill for this year. The accountants think otherwise.
** Ditto spaghetti squash
*** Double-ditto sea urchin. Haven’t tried it, but I’ve seen those things inverted during my years at the Monterey Bay Aquarium and I’m sorry, I’d eat spaghetti squash enveloped in marzipan before dining on that poor invertebrate. [And, might I add that some people eat them with a raw quail egg. Quadruple gag!]
1. Yep, still waiting for that volumizing shampoo to take effect. Meanwhile, the marked retreat of the scalp line continues, unabated. Damnable Proctor & Gamble!
2, Meanwhile, in the kitchen…measuring spoons on a ring…such an annoyance. You use one, you have to wash all five. Simply takes the joy out of life. [Okay, slight exaggeration.]
3. Food shopping…not so fun anymore…
Great deal on hummus! Yes! I grab two. And then the voices kick in… “So, what’re you gonna do with that container when you’re done?” Visions of Everest-level landfills pop into my head [with an occasional appearance by that drifting island of trash in the mid-Pacific]. I put the hummus back and trudge forward.