Another stike against fakebooking. We are less connected than ever even as we check in and report multiple times a day.
“Friendship,” writes C.S. Lewis, “is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What? You too? I thought I was the only one.’” I'm grateful for unexpected kindred spirits.
I spent this past Tuesday night curled up with a book. I read through Molly Ringwald's novel in short stories called When it Happens to You. I enjoyed her voice. Her telling was honest and insightful. I'm only sorry that I didn't save it for summer as it would be an excellent beach read. I took a break long enough to put a pan of Ina's chicken stew in the oven and also to read a chapter of A Little Princess with my Lil Bit.
Ina's chicken stew. It is sort of sinful.
Books. Words. Ideas. Inspiration. It seems that I cannot read enough lately. I've already read 9 books since the first of the year. As I was driving to work the other morning, I knew for sure that if I were exiled to a remote island I would want only a supply of journals and moleskins, books and music.
Big Ben will be joining the rest of the family at Casa Wags soon. Big Ben is a little anole lizard that has stolen Miss Bit's heart. I just don't know how she'll contain her joy if we ever tell her she can get a puppy.
T. Bone's conference last night. It seemed impossible that he could improve from last quarter, but he did.
When a delicious dinner doesn't involve lots of obscure ingredients or the use of every pan in my kitchen: Shrimp scampi. Who would think that so few ingredients (shrimp, butter, EVOO, garlic, parsley, lemon zest and juice, crushed red pepper, white wine and Parmesan) could come together in such a big way?
Finding my muse. I wrote 3 short stories this week. Now I'll be rewriting and editing for 3 years.