Short post, gone wimpy. Because I had trouble getting to sleep and when I finally knocked off, I ended up in my recurring nightmare -- The Horror Story of the Humongous House. I think it's a suppressed-desire thing; I feel squashed into my home and long for a bigger house, so I end up dreaming about houses that are so huge, so immense, so mind-bogglingly over-sized that, in my dream (or nightmare; they seem more like nightmares to me) I suddenly realize that I've completely forgotten there's that second kitchen (as if) and it's slipped my mind that there's another stretch of house . . . with 8 or 12 or 20 extra bedrooms. Seriously, how weird is that? I once dreamed I lived in a house the size of a mall, complete with a theater.
Take a bite out of Estella's apple:
Before I shift into prattle mode (oops, too late) I should mention that the latest issue of Estella's Revenge is available for your reading pleasure. It's been up for a few days. Oh, well. Storms and flickering power and all that.
We were freezing, I swear. After Monday's storms, a cold front hit Mississippi and we got all the way down to the 30's. Honestly, we thought body parts were going to freeze and fall off. And, then it warmed up and stormed, again. Meanwhile, in Alaska, it's unseasonably warm. This is bad for the Iditarod racers, apparently. Also, a terrible sign of that global warming thing -- icecaps melting, flood, hurricanes, famine, end of the world. Yes, I actually do believe we humans are destroying our world and that we should plant more trees, but that's another story.
Moving right along . . . I have a lot of fun reading the Anchorage Daily News updates and viewing the Iditarod photos. The news in Alaska is just so different from ours. Where else can you read about and view moose walking in the street, bear stories, whale-hunt photo essays, corrupt politicians? Okay, it's not all different, but some Alaska news is very, very unique.
She's no longer with us, but we still love her. The cat, I mean. No, not the black one; she's fine. My delightful friend Cindi, who named a character after me in her novel (coolness!), told me about the Spay Day photo contest and suggested I enter. The prizes are nifty, but the two that interest me the most are the Nature's Miracle products (because the litter box has been in the house since Sunshine's illness, which was then followed closely by the malfunction of the kitty door) and the $5000 donation to a nonprofit organization participating in Spay Day. Neato. I chose to enter one of my favorite photos of our dearly departed Sunshine, here. And, here is Cindi's baby. Sign up and vote for them, please, if you feel so inclined. You can vote repeatedly. And, don't forget to enter your own fur friend's beautiful mug.
Next up: quickie reviews of Persuasion by Jane Austen and The Last Single Woman in America by Cindy Guidry. Because I'm wimped and it stormed (not conducive to photography) I'm skipping the wahoos for the week.
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami (yes, still)
Life Class by Pat Barker
When Lightning Strikes by Kristin Hannah (because I can't seem to concentrate on the others)
and the introduction of The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan (which Tara loved and which counts as my March book purchase).
Still can't update my sidebar because of Blogger Fits of Madness. Who knows why these things suddenly cease to function?
Off to bed. Talk later. Will try to catch up on blog-hopping soon. Wave, wave.
Bookfool (aka, Her Wimpiness)