Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Currently: The Time for Comfort



Current Books: I started Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett today, and I just finished a compilation of his nonfiction, A Slip of the Keyboard, on audio. Yesterday I plowed through The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han and over the weekend, while sick, I read Dumplin' by Julie Murphy and finished Thief of Lies by Brenda Drake.

Current Playlist: Spanish station on Pandora and the audio version of Cinder by Marissa Meyer

Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: We have two shower heads in our shower. I should not use both of them. But I have been sick, and the hot water feels so good. Lord help us when the water bill arrives.

Current Color: Shades of grey and the bright orangish-red of poppies

Current Food: I had a breakfast burrito today, and it was yummy.

Current Drink: Mostly water, but with being sick and still having so much to get done, I've been having an extra cup of coffee each day. I do make it half-decaf.

Current Favorite Favorite: Our new house... it is bright and cozy and beautiful.

Current Wishlist: Unpacking my shoes, I realized a few pair could be replaced, and I'd like a few more suitable-for-work outfits. Of course, I'd love to buy things for the house too, new bedding, a hamper, etc...

Current Needs: Finish raising money for Honduras, dental work, to call the vet, make a few appointments for me and Haydn, get over this blasted cold, have David's saxophone repaired

Current Triumph: I had 3 poems and a short story accepted for publication last week!

Current Bane-of-my-Existence: This cold... I'm falling further behind on so many tasks and the tyranny of the urgent is taking over.

Current Indulgence: Using the gas fireplace. Just having it burning makes me feel like everything is okay. What could be so bad when I am curled up in a room with a fireplace?

Current Mood: Good, when I can see past the sick/drugged feeling of this cold. I'm happy about where my current revision is taking this manuscript. I'm subbing two days a week. It's exhausting but helping the budget. I've raised $770 toward my month in Honduras. Sunday night worship is feeding my soul and I adore the group that is forming around this new church plant. There is a lot of happy in my life right now.

Current Outfit: I am in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, because I was cleaning the parsonage this morning. We are officially all moved out.

Current #1 Blessing: Corey. He has been taking the kids to school and picking them up when my sub jobs make that difficult. He's trying to arrange finances so we can cover anything I don't raise for Honduras and he's handling David's saxophone struggles.

Current Quote: "Sometimes half of doing something is pretending that you can." -Julie Murphy

Current Photo:
Manuscript Revision + Cats

Title taken from: “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” ― Edith Sitwell

Friday, February 5, 2016

My Father is Terry Pratchett



I don't mean that Terry Pratchett is my father. I'm 99.9% certain my mother never laid eyes on the man, let alone created a child with him.

But my daddy IS Terry in so many ways.

When I think of my father, I think of him holding a Discworld novel. Probably, he IS holding a Discworld novel. At the very least, there is one open on a shelf or table nearby. Almost every Pratchett novel I own was snatched from his shelves.

If my dad were to write novels, he and Terry would have written pretty much the same novels. They even look alike physically. They hold the same opinions on everything I know their opinions on. They speak with the same sort of intellectual and literary wit and arrogance that is just enough to be charming.

I have been listening to A Slip of the Keyboard on audio, and every other line, I think, "Gah, that is so Dad."

I think how brilliant both men are...

but then I have to change it to past tense for Terry, because the world lost that great man last year.

And then I realize I will lose my daddy one day.

And then I have to suck down the cry ball in my throat.

And that is why I go from laughing to sobbing in an instant when reading (or listening to) Terry Pratchett.

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P.S. We bought a house and moved and I started work as a substitute teacher all in the last couple of weeks.  Also, I am sick and doing manuscript revisions. So, this is about as coherent as my blog writing is gonna get today.

P. P. S. On my way to the teacher's lounge at a local high school, I was mistaken for a teenager. I will be riding high on that one for at least another week or so.


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