Monday, June 30, 2014

Oh, I Actually DO Have Something to Blog About

Idaho 2014! Duh!


Partnered with my crafty loom knitters, I'm making scarves and hats to fill up this monstrous Amazon Prime box. I apologize for not knowing how to really knit. Or crochet. But if it's getting hats done for the homeless at a moderate pace, I'm not going to complain.

The problem I've run into is where to send them. I had a lovely shelter picked out, but one day it's website went down. Hmm. A little research revealed that they were reaping the rewards (dubious ones) of an embezzlement scandal that took place a few years ago. Even though they were open about it, the state is essentially taking their license away. Nice, huh? So I'm in the market for a new shelter. I think I've found a place in the Idaho panhandle--It's named for St. Vincent DePaul, my favorite Catholic saint--so I'm hopeful that when we contact them about the hats and stuff they'll want them.

Are you knitting for the homeless? You should be, especially after last winter (which was still going on this month, by the way). This looks easy:




Happy knitting!

Blah Blah Blah

Okay, that book for Summer Reads 3? YAWN. I may have to mix in some other stuff while slogging through that.

It's less than a month till Auntie's Day!

I sometimes make peppermint tea that blasts your mouth so full of minty freshness that you won't need to brush your teeth for five years, but I figured it out this morning. One tea bag in the teapot, go pray for a while, come back, and it's perfect. Add a little honey to make it happier.

There was a thing called Social Media Day at the new family homeless shelter in town ... and we slept right through it. Good job, us.

Liquid iron supplements taste like metal shavings. Blecch.

That's all I got. Why am I even blogging?

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Best Idea EVER


Summer Reads 3

Best part of Where Things Come Back?
Vilonia Kline stood before us, her hands outstretched, her eyes closed again, her lips quivering, mumbling something either very important or completely full of shit. Lucas was looking at me the way someone does when a psychic is standing in a field in front of him and talking to the earth. 
That's a very specific look. :)

I was going to read Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time, which my husband got me for our anniversary, but the novel (the one I'm writing) has necessitated a different choice of books. I imagine this won't be as quick a read as the previous two ...

This is Your Brain on Music, Daniel J. Levitin
The little things I do for the novel.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Summer Reads 1 & 2

Happy last day of spring! Guess what my summer plans are?
Read
Knit
Watch Doctor Who
 And the first item will be documented here on the Loquat.

I already took this book's picture, so I might as well share it even though I just wrapped it up. Fairly quick read ...

A Prayer Journal, Flannery O'Connor

... provided you're not like me and you haven't been told by three different people to get out of your head all the time. I have the feeling, after reading this, that Flannery O'Connor was in her own head too much too. But anyway, now that it's over, I'm on to a YA book ...

Where Things Come Back, John Corey Whaley

If you can win the Printz prize (the top honor for young adult fiction) with your debut novel, you must be doing something right. Anyway, I'm trying to alternate between grown-up books and YA books while I write the second draft of my YA novel. That's what this is all about: following the instruction to be both a reader and a writer. It really does help.

Last of all, I'll plug Better World Books and the crazy sales they have ever now and then (I got 21 books for $52), and now I'm off to wake up Sleeping Beauty so he can buy me lunch and we can watch the World Cup. And Doctor Who. Gotta catch up before Peter Capaldi's on the scene!

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Guess What I've Been Doing?

If you guessed "causing conflict on Facebook", you win!

Actually, I'm probably not the one who caused the conflict--I just sit back and watch things go up in flames. Then I delete the callous comments and unfriend people. I daren't go into details because I've been ripped "anonymously" on social media, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I'll do something unexpected instead. Enjoy.









When I pray for enemies, my initial response is to plead with God to "make them better." But I always amend my words--I'm the one who needs to be made better. Maybe you get that, maybe not. I'm the one offended; I'm the one who needs to forgive. Make me better. Make me more compassionate. Make me less angry. Does that even make sense?