The Write Life

Hi Darlings,

    Would you believe I started this on Leap Day, but midnight slipped past as I worked on it. What a wild year. We’re into March? Say what? How…what…where? You get what I’m saying right? February came and went literally in a blink. I tried to do a twenty-eight-day witchy challenge, and I got just over half done. Some are partially done, and some just slipped by. With work and writing it was challenging to find time for it all. I’m not unhappy by any means. The depth of my discovery was worthy. The things I did do, I thoroughly enjoyed. And I can still work on the rest. 

    As for work itself that is going well. It’s the first time in my whole life, where I feel fully competent on the job. Yes, I knew how to do the job in click list, but this is different somehow. I have the eye for detail.

    Valentines Day slipped by quietly. My significant other does not like the commercialization of said holiday. But me being a gift love language person, I found a solution. Awhile back we stopped at a farm stand and he bought Swedish Cardamom Buns. I’ve never had cardamom. So, I was able to get some cardamom. And as a nice thing, I said, “I know you don’t like the holiday, but gift giving is my love language, so I knew you enjoyed these, and I wanted to try them with you.” It was success. They really are good. They weren’t perfect shape wise, but tasted great. The recipe I found was for half a dozen. I ate one, left him the others. He was happily touched. 

    My oldest son and I also made a trip to Portland. He was picking up Silver Fish, I wanted to hit Barnes & Noble and Trader Joes. I like feeling Bougie. [Here’s the funny aside. I love the idea of the word bougie and know it comes from bourgeois. I have French blood. My Grandmѐre is probably turning over in her grave, but I love it.] We stopped at a Target, and I bought the newest Tessa Bailey book. We then hit Uwajimaya too. I love the Japanese Kinokuniya Bookstore. They have my Pilot Coleto Pens with the .04 ink refills. I only bought a couple of things at Trader Joes. But the best part was the flowers. I got a spray of Roses and they are beautiful. I also grabbed two more Sumo Oranges. 

    And now March is at the door, coming in like a lion if last night is any indication. Okay, I’ve rambled and shared enough. I love you all. Enjoy your coffee, books, and whatever else makes your little hearts happy!

    Hi Darlings, It’s been three weeks. I am finally moved and mostly settled in. What a process. Here we are, and it is mid-October already. This year the veil feels extremely thin. Spooky season is extra spooky. I’m not sure what is happening, but I feel the other side like never before.

    I was at work recently, and want to share an experience. There was an old man that I’d never seen before, but brought my dad to mind. The body movements, the thin face, the short beard, were quite similar. Mr. Look-alike goes on his way, and I’m left thinking about my dad. About this time a different man is exiting the store, and I say, “Have a nice day.” Per usual. This gentleman turns around and says, “Thanks guys” and kind of waves. As I’m standing alone, I am utterly confused. I looked around behind me and there is no one.

    Now maybe it’s just me, but a pluralization like that from thank you to thank you guys is not a normal misstep. I was beyond startled. The hair on my arms stood straight up, and it was strange. I’ve seen lots of things, but this was a whole new level of eerie.

    As of the writing of this, I am no longer the door greeter on light duty. It was sweet and sad, the last day I was. I kind of had a feeling it would be my last day doing that. Not that it was great, but I met lots of regular customers, and saw lots of people I haven’t seen in ages. The connection with people is the part I will miss.

    I am trying to write. It hasn’t been as successful as I’d like. There have been a number of things demanding my time and attention. I am now about to start laying stronger boundaries around that time, and protecting it. Okay enough boring rambling. I just wanted you to know I am still moving forward. Love you all.

     Hey hi, We’re almost to mid-august. It’s been a crazy summer. I’ve been in my rom-com reading era. From the likes of Emily Henry to Abby Jimenez, it’s been what slaps. There has been lots of adjusting to new frontiers. I know I try to be fully transparent, but somethings are a little too close to the heart (read that as emotional and private) to talk about. I keep my business clean. It’s not anything bad at all.

    Summer is fully here. It hit 103 today. I know lots of you in southern states are used to it, but not us northerners. Around eight this evening the wind was blowing, hard, but it was hot. That was quite weird to experience. Hot Wind, I’m forever calling Lucifer’s Gas.

    I’m still adjusting to light duty at work. Being a door greeter is surprisingly awful at times. People make Walmart jokes way too much. They think it’s funny. I probably hear it at least ten times, in every four-hour shift. Most people have adjusted to a door greeter, so I get a wave, smile, nod, or some greeting. There are still snotty people. They laugh or roll their eyes or shake their receipt at me. I always yell, “That’s not why I’m here. Have a nice day.” I don’t add asshole, as much as I’d like to.  Anyway, that is not this post. I think people’s manners could be a post of its own.

    I’ve been struggling to write, distracted by the other hundred things that need getting done. *Le sigh* If only we could clone ourselves, right, hear me out. Like the clones clean and go to work, and the OG me does the good stuff? Yeah…I’m liking that idea. But I hear you. Until it all goes wrong, right?

    Okay time to slave away. I love you all. I don’t even know you, but you come read, and I appreciate it. Thanks for reading my rambles.