La Reunion (French title to provide the flair this deserves TIC)

I hadn't seen him in twenty-five years and he disdainfully noted to me, "You look like everybody else." Thought of all kinds of come backs, later. At the time I just mumbled something and walked away.  Thought he'd been a good friend but once he said that, I knew I'd only been a reflector for him trying to catch a glimpse of himself. He had no idea how hard I'd worked at normal.

Hiatus

So to all my nonexistent readers, I may or may not be writing at this blog during the month of November.  I'm contesting in the NaMoWriMo and expect to be worded out each day in my pursuit of completing my 50k novel.  But who knows, perhaps I'll be inspired to write even more.

I love 

That I live in a place 

By the sea

It feels like I'm living in the Dark Ages (in the darkest sense) but this time around with timely news casts, blogs, newspapers, twitters, communal online sharing, television, radio, and more to provide endless recaps and spotlights shining on the best but mostly the worst of human doings.
Is the world, are people worse now more than ever?  Does it just feel that way because it's communicated so much? 
What would have happened to western civilization if in the Middle Ages they'd gotten daily, hourly blow by blow accounts of the derranged, despotic, dreadful accounts of the grand and minutia of the world they lived in?

A Good Book is Hard to Find... not really

The library has been my friend, and yes I'm nearly in the black now... but there's this one very reasonable hardcover I know I'd wind up overdue and fined over.

Feeling Ill Instead of Relieved...

So layoffs began yet again at work.  This one was a stunner with many creative, hardworking, amenable people getting the axe.  I don't yet feel relieved for being one of those to remain employed; I should as I am but I don't. I feel sickened by this apparently random act of violence.  No explanation, no justification, no information on who met this fate or why.  And none of us can figure out how we'll continue to get the job done.

Does cleaner mean happy?

Saying goodbye to the old washing machine. I remember shopping and paying cash for it and the matching dryer that died earlier this year. Boy that felt great; the buying, not the dying machine part.

I started to thinking about all the clothes that've been swished around in that old machine. Residue from everywhere and everything my son and I had come into contact with in the last decade.  Sounds kind of icky but DNA-wise it's true.
 
Looking forward to the new front loader. I read that they use less water, less electricity, and that the spin cycle takes nearly all the water out.  I'll be able to wash quilts and comforters. Ooo... ah.  

Now that my son's moved out I probably don't need such a big washer but last weekend he came home to do laundry so I want to be prepared for the next visit.