Profound Okayness
Jul. 29th, 2019 07:06 amMass shooting at the Gilroy Garlic Festival!
WTF?
That’s close to home.
Or close to what used to be home, I should say.
I have been to the Gilroy Garlic Festival many, many times.
I would be brooding more about it except my beauties are coming east on a jet plane today, and I need to funnel all my psychic energy into keeping the plane up in the sky.
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Else?
I made a gargantuan tamale pie! The only things I bought for it were the chopped meat and the masa.
I started reading Tayari Jones’ An American Marriage. It’s been on my list since![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lifeinroseland and I caught her at the Brooklyn Book Festival last year. She was sharing a stage with the uber-PoMo Jennifer Egan, an author she could not be more unlike.
The book is pretty good.
I mean, it is a bit like a novelization of a Lifetime movie, but that in and of itself is not necessarily bad. Only snobs don’t like Lifetime movies! Accessibility is a good thing.
I went out running at 8 in the morning, which was a drag, but by 9 in the morning, it was 80°, which is not running weather. My tomatoes are finally starting to ripen! My cucumbers hide in the greenery so that by the time I finally notice them, they’re enormous. Kinda like Godzilla dicks. Only suitable for pickling and gazpacho, so it’s a good thing the tomatoes are in.
Yesterday's cucumber haul with spoon for scale
I pound away on bor-r-r-r-ing revenue-generation stuff and eke out words on the Work in Progress.
I turned down a theater invitation from a real live man who wanted to spend large sums of money on me. Too much work, I thought. He’d probably want me to talk to him. All I really want to do is read, sleep, and dream.
In the high days of summer, life is good.
Uneventful but wholesome. Profoundly okay.
WTF?
That’s close to home.
Or close to what used to be home, I should say.
I have been to the Gilroy Garlic Festival many, many times.
I would be brooding more about it except my beauties are coming east on a jet plane today, and I need to funnel all my psychic energy into keeping the plane up in the sky.
###
Else?
I made a gargantuan tamale pie! The only things I bought for it were the chopped meat and the masa.
I started reading Tayari Jones’ An American Marriage. It’s been on my list since
lifeinroseland and I caught her at the Brooklyn Book Festival last year. She was sharing a stage with the uber-PoMo Jennifer Egan, an author she could not be more unlike. The book is pretty good.
I mean, it is a bit like a novelization of a Lifetime movie, but that in and of itself is not necessarily bad. Only snobs don’t like Lifetime movies! Accessibility is a good thing.
I went out running at 8 in the morning, which was a drag, but by 9 in the morning, it was 80°, which is not running weather. My tomatoes are finally starting to ripen! My cucumbers hide in the greenery so that by the time I finally notice them, they’re enormous. Kinda like Godzilla dicks. Only suitable for pickling and gazpacho, so it’s a good thing the tomatoes are in.
Yesterday's cucumber haul with spoon for scale
I pound away on bor-r-r-r-ing revenue-generation stuff and eke out words on the Work in Progress.
I turned down a theater invitation from a real live man who wanted to spend large sums of money on me. Too much work, I thought. He’d probably want me to talk to him. All I really want to do is read, sleep, and dream.
In the high days of summer, life is good.
Uneventful but wholesome. Profoundly okay.
