Yesterday I received an email from a long, long-time friend and faithful blog-reader, asking what ever happened to all that quilting I was planning to do. A reasonable question, actually–thanks, Jeanie Beanie– and the answer is: I’m still planning to quilt. The creation I have in mind has a LOT of pieces, and even with my handy-dandy Accuquilt machine, it takes time to cut out enough of them to lay out the design. Hobby-wise, it’s been all rocks, all the time around here, it’s true, though I still make a lot of artist trading cards in my free time, too.
Plans for today include: writing a chapter of the new book, tossing a chuck roast into the oven, and keeping warm. It’s been seriously cold lately, and getting colder.
I finished listening to “The Book Thief” last night–very good story, emotionally gripping and really original. It might be one I have to buy in printed form, for my keeper shelf, though I’m 99 percent sure I won’t be going to the movie. I’m allergic to violence, and while one can’t avoid it entirely, in a book, printed or audio, there’s a little buffer zone. A movie, on the other hand, is in-your-face huge, with Dolby sound and Technicolor.
OK, yes–I know it’s just a movie. I’ve been hearing that all my life. But I happen to be an empath, and an oversensitive one at that. I get involved, on every level and, for that hour and a half, the story onscreen is all too real to me.
When I go to the show, as we said back in the day, I want unbuttered popcorn and a pleasant experience. (SAVING MR. BANKS looks promising. I love Tom Hanks and Emma Thompson.) My question is, what ever happened to Doris Day and Rock Hudson/James Garner? What ever happened to DARBY O’GILL AND THE LITTLE PEOPLE? SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON? THE SHAGGY DOG?
Alas, they’re gone with the wind.
( never promised not to make bad jokes.)
On another subject, yesterday was my Weight Watchers meeting–down 2.2 pounds, which is not bad for Thanksgiving week. I enjoyed my holiday dinner and, of course, the leftovers, and did not once feel deprived. I don’t see how I could ask for more–I love that I can have my glass of wine every afternoon, too. Goal weight is still a long way off, but that’s okay, because I’m not planning on quitting the WW plan at any point in the future. There’s no finish-line. This is a sane, healthy way to eat, and since I travel a lot, I need the flexibility. I’ve been tremendously inspired by several members of our particular group who’ve maintained their weight loss for a long time–a year in one case, three years in another. Their advice? Stay accountable by weighing in, show up for the meetings, ideally on a weekly basis.
Sounds good to me.
The Christmas tree is up, but not fully decorated. It’s the artificial variety, with the lights already wired in–I grew up with fresh trees, and I love the way they smell, but since I read a book called THE EDUCATION OF LITTLE TREE (your fault, Robyn Carr, because if you recommend a book, I read it), I can’t bear to have the real thing.
Like I said, I’m oversensitive.
It’s part of the package.