Well, after two rather personal, scathing, longish entries in the blogosphere, I’ll content myself with a brief birthday blurb.
Rain drips down in a steady drone. The morning seems calm, peaceful. My Grumpy Odin novel starts to take some shape and I managed to find a Key Lime pie, on sale, at the small town grocery store. Birthday pie!
I’ve been dithering over should I just buy one or attempt to make one. Actual dithering.
I’d stop, feel up the canned milk, go over what I needed to make a Key Lime pie. Actual Key Limes? Could I just use juice or…? Crust choices??
And lo and behold, there, in the freezer section. On sale! From almost nine dollars marked down to five something.
Holy birthday wishes come true! Marie Callender. MARIE CALLENDER, YA’LL. The Cadillac of frozen pies.
All you have to do is LET IT THAW.
I also found four seasons of Glee at the local thrift store. Overly polished musical numbers, teen angst, overly polished musical numbers! My– when I want the world to just fucking go away– series.
Rainy day, Glee, birthday pie.
DVD’s in perfect condition, at that. It’s like a miracle. Finding a DVD at a thrift store that isn’t a scratched up horror is almost a miracle on the order of Key Lime pies and fishes.
No, I don’t have Netflix or Hulu. I have a DVD player and spare change I find under the bed, m’kay?
I have no plans today.
I don’t wish to hang with whatever friends I have left. See my post Safe. Mm.
If the rain clears up, or even if it doesn’t, I might head out to the Owyhees for a bit. And empty out the detritus from this past year. So I have lots of room for future detritus. Yay!
I might stay home and write. I might get my life in order and…