We just got done mowing the front yard. I told Sah-son to get it done before it got much worse.
Took us almost an hour to mow a postage stamp.
We mowed the neighbors yard as well. Both yards need to be raked but I don’t have one yet and I’m not well enough to go shopping today.
The neighbor asked me last night if it was okay if she shapes the shared bushes and if she could trim the bushes in front of my house like she trimmed hers. No problem as far as I’m concerned other than feeling a little guilty for letting somebody else do my work. Then again we shovel her sidewalk in the winter so I guess we can call it even.
I have to do laundry today, I am out of clean clothes.
When I was young I wanted to have my own TV show like Roy Rogers where I could ride a horse and chase down the bad guys.
Writer:
I wanted to be a brilliant, acerbic, muckraking journalist with a badly-hidden soft heart for the downtrodden of the world. I envisioned writing real stories with depth and resonance that were a mix of hard journalism and a blender of influences from Dorothy Parker (for wit), Hunter S. Thompson (for a soupçon of weird), and P.J. O’Rourke (for funny politics). When not writing muckraking journalism articles, I would edit books of my articles for my huge fanbase.
I imagined that I would be just famous enough to get a good table at a restaurant based on my name, but not so famous that people would recognize me when I was walking the dog on a rainy day while wearing sweats, no makeup, and sporting a zit.
Actress
I also wanted to be an actress. I loved acting, and if I’d known then what I know now, I might’ve gone for it the year I lived in the UK. Smaller group of people to compete against, and it’s fine if you aren’t jaw-droppingly gorgeous (I was sensible enough to know that an 8 in east BFE Florida is a 6 in Hollywood). I also wanted to attend one of the drama schools in England and learn proper Shakespearean acting. I loved acting in Shakespeare’s plays.
See, I knew that I had potential as an actress, but was not gorgeous enough to make it big in the US. The UK seems to be more reasonable in their expectations of beauty.
In both dreams, I would have a small, modern, clean-lined, lots-of-windows, lots-of-bare-surfaces apartment in the city where I spent my days, and an old rambling house in the country with dogs and horses (and cats and goats and whatever) for weekends and vacations. I’d spend time in the country fixing up the house and hanging out with the dogs and horses. And I’d have people to help when I had to go do my journalist gig.
Ugh… more paperIRK fromthe disability people. Now the state wants a pile of forms done. Ten pages faxing over to them as we speak…
Much more enjoyable was playing Cards Against Humanity with some friends last night. I don’t recall what the black card was, but I played “Vigorous Jazz Hands.” When the Card Czar read that one, everyone around the table did jazz hands at the same instant. I don’t think we stopped giggling for five minutes.
Can’t look at that & not think of a porta-john on the roof.
I’ve actually seen that before, some large, industrial building they were reroofing (&/or doing other work on); they brought one up, presumably to make work stoppages shorter.
I still have some hope of setting age group records, but by the time I get to be old, really, really old, say 60 (← isn’t that old, Moooommm?) I’m sure that either I’ll slow down enough or that there will be enough other faster people that that won’t happen.
Writer. Definitely. Actually almost got a story optioned when I was 11. Downhill since then. I am still half in the clouds with my stories but real life takes all my time. Wahhhhhh!
4 days to go. I hate these rah-rah fests. I spend every minute thinking that my time is getting sucked away and can never be recovered. It’s like a week long pep rally. Some sort of existentialist hell.
I don’t think I had plans for when I grew up- apparently my first declared ambition was to be a witch, but it changed so often I don’t really remember any childhood plans. It works out, 'cos I haven’t really grown up either.
I start night shifts at irk this firday, which at least means an end to the megablurf inducing 2am starts, and introduces some kind of patten, if an odd one. I’m kinda nocturnal by choice anyway.
Anyway- off to juggling! I’ve not been able to juggle for a few weeks 'cos I chopped the tip off my finger, and it didn’t seem like a good plan. I think it’s OK now though… Maybe.
There were two things I really wanted to do and I’m actually doing one. I’m a fairly go-to person as an adviser to films set in the 1700s. Uncredited for the most part but that’s basically how I wanted it as well. For those who wish to see my longest on-screen face time, visit http://www.mytaleoftwocities.com/
click clips and then the heart of America
The other was music. I had two problems though - a brother who was older and truly gifted at it and a mother who thought the sun circled him. I did OK - better than most and even got paid for a few things here and there. But I always wondered what could have been in a normal situation.
I have always found that the wisest course of action no matter what!
We got some light rain as we got closer to home. Beats Thursday heading out; we got stuck sitting out a white-out for about 30 minutes near Snow Shoe. I thought we were going to need snow shoes for a while. Now to go run some horse liniment on the worst of my bumper car bruises.
I’ve managed to waste the afternoon. After lunch, I suddenly hit the proverbial wall. I’ve watched some NCIS, taking enough time to load the dishwasher and water my houseplants. But not enough motivation to go to my studio.
Happy Moonday all! Whew, it has been some week for me. One of my Mom’s cousins passed away last Tuesday (her generation, he was 81), and then one of my cousin’s on my Dad’s side passed away over the weekend - she was only 50; it’s her older sister that I’m closest to and she is beside herself. My brother, in the meantime, is started on chemo but it is looking like the cancer is in stage IV and has spread. So a lot of prayers are being said for much of the family right now. I’m mostly in lurker mode; I have been able to read most posts but I’m also trying to learn how to use Episcopal prayer beads, so trying to cut down on my time spent online.
Rosie, I like your Alternate Universe idea, it makes sense to me. I think I would be accepting an Academy Award or an Emmy in some Multiverse somewhere… I went through a brief period of wanting a horse when I was about 8; my parents would ask me where I would keep it, to which I replied, “the garage, of course!” Oh hey, just keep the poor car out in the snow. LOL And never mind that I’d never actually ridden a horse! Yes, I went through every Walter Farley book available.
I wanted to be a writer when I was a young 'un. Now I’m working on making that dream come true one step at a time. Step One: finish a story. Step Zero: realize that I am a slow writer.
I took the weekend off. Usually I keep chiseling away at my ongoing to-do list, but Saturday night I said eff that, I’m tired. So I spent the weekend relaxing and not being tired. Tomorrow I will start over on this whole “being an adult” thing.
Had a dr’s appointment today. I was declared disgustingly healthy. Don’t envy me, you don’t want to achieve perfect health the way I did. (Namely by having an immune system that’s a ticking time bomb.)
My brother, in the meantime, is started on chemo but it is looking like the cancer is in stage IV and has spread. So a lot of prayers are being said for much of the family right now. I’m mostly in lurker mode; I have been able to read most posts but I’m also trying to learn how to use Episcopal prayer beads, so trying to cut down on my time spent online.