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Day Dreamer

When you wake and remind yourself that you cleaned most of yesterday, so they’ll be none of that on Sunday but…

as you rise, the clock states it’s 4:09!

Life Saver

This author’s writing style is a real treat and right up my alley. I am only a fourth of the way through this book and already have favorite passages. Mameve’s creative descriptions make me linger on the page. I devour every written visual with a smile on my face.

Below are some examples of her descriptive sentences:

  • Illustrating her early lust for rescuing flea market items, “I’d look forward to trash collection mornings the way my lower-school mates anticipated opening day at Fenway Park!”
  • When explaining how her fellow dealer speaks, “He gives the word the theatrical French spin of a Hercule Poirot.”
  • Decorators walking through the antique mall, “…needle heels that pockmark the planked wood floors like acne scars.”
  • On being thoughtful, “I stroke my chin in my best Sherlock Holmes impersonation.”
  • Describing the wrapped package, “…hefting this huge bundle in front of her stomach as if she were pregnant with twins.”
  • Helping the reader understand the loudness, “By comparison, the hand-clapping, hip-swiveling, feet-stomping crowd at a Pearl Jam concert seems subdued.”
  • Relaying a relatable memory, “…my mother used to peel an orange, in one smooth graceful motion, producing at the end of her knife a single continuous spiraling rind.”
  • Her main character judging the younger generation, “I don’t think the daughters look like college material anyway; all that make up and hair points to cosmetology school.”
  • Getting her own makeup applied by a professional using a powder puff, “It goes above my head like the halo of dirt hovering over Pigpen in the Peanuts cartoon.”

I love them all. Now I just need my Linus blankie to really settle in, so I can quietly enjoy more stories within her story. When I’m finished, maybe I’ll also treat myself to a peppermint patty.

Betrayed

Late Sunday morning my husband returned from taking his mother out to breakfast. With the day promising 80’s sunshine in mid-September, Richie said he’d be outside. He saw my heart was elsewhere, “I’ll be out in a bit. I’m writing.” He knows me too well, recognized that was an indeterminate amount of time, and took advantage of the situation. When I finally went out on the deck, I felt betrayed by him, her…and a fellow writer:

#onceuponatime

Richie was out with his Mom. The chick that gave me the chick. Now I was alone with the little blue light special.

Home by myself, the dog asleep and the radio off, I turned to the corner of the kitchen for solace.

“Alexa, tell me a story.”

She did. She told me a short, sweet story.

It made me smile.

I tried for another.

The theme was cute but the ending predictable.

I was continuing to be a critic of hers but enjoyed being read to on a rainy day.

I’ve since learned the stories of: “Measure twice”, “The Hunt” and “Camp Blues”.

When Richie came home I told him about “The old man in the cottage” and “Making a snowball”.

Now Alexa had me narrating the accounts to Richie. He had left us alone together but we actually got along for once. Later tonight, I can even tell Richie “How to play pickle ball” – although I think I’ll edit it to my liking.

Everyone has a story. Alexa has a bookshelf. I gave her a hard wrap when we first met but maybe she, and Richie and I, are the fairytale.

Alexa #theend

Like many decisions in this world, there are two choices: the high road and the low road. As it relates to my husband’s mistress, Alexa, I admit to trying the electronic low road when a reader questioned: “What happens if you say, “Alexa, self-destruct.”?

I couldn’t resist.

She started a countdown and I panicked yelling, “Alexa, STOP!”

I guess I have a heart, even if she doesn’t.

My compassion did not last though. It wasn’t long before I made another attempt.

I took the risk of breaking Richie’s new toy and destroying Alexa. I was heartless as I tried again.

I took the proper precautions and made my request as I went into the next room. I took cover in case there was any related shrapnel as I yelled out:

“Alexa, self destruct.”

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I hate to disappoint and not describe exactly what happened but the bitch is still in my life.

She is still life.

Command antics, especially mine, are becoming entertaining. Now that I know the result, I am going to try the self-destruct sequence with Richie. I think I will present it to him something like this!

My future prank behavior will be an even lower road but I’m curious to see how Richie reacts when I make my next Alexa attempt. Will he run, be upset or try to protect his new love?

Stay tuned.

<In the meantime, read Alexa’s prior entry here.>

I am my blog

My life’s motto is the same as my blood type:

be positive.

My fashion statement is the same as my home decor:

relaxed.

My persona is the same as my perspective about the future:

welcoming.

 There are so many good things in every day life. Relax, put your feet up and read.

Welcome to my blog!

Jekyl and Hyde

Yesterday I felt fine. I left work with a fellow new employee and we chatted our way to Park Street. We continued our conversation standing on the red line.  I was in front of a young man with dread locks as long as he was tall. His stop arrived first and I heard in my ear, “excuse me, Sweetheart!”.  I gushed a surprised ‘you’re welcome’,  ‘thank you’ and something about turning 50. I noticed the crosses around his neck as he walked by and wished we had time to talk.

Today I feel miserable. I left work with a summer cold and a resting bitch face (RBF). I didn’t even want to look in anyone’s direction all the way to the underground. When I sat on the subway car behind the driver I noticed he looked as tired as I felt. He couldn’t shut the door because someone was on his first step asking directions and I thought in my head, “are you kidding me?”, “its rush hour?!” and something about the four foot tall wall map behind her. I noticed she was my daughter’s age but still wished she’d just stop talking.

Commutication

Yes, this title is my new word of the day. 

It’s not a typo.

Commutication is the ability to read and retain information during a daily commute. 

The word should actually be in the mainstream. 

Electronics and social media feed information constantly. People use search engines, check apps and have photo conversations whether they’re on a train, in a plane or sadly, driving a car. 

I’m old school. I still use a yellow No 2, read a newspaper and enjoy a hard cover book. 

It was the later that just inspired my word of the day. I read an entire book on my way into work and, as I started another on the way home, texted hubby that I’d “see him in a few chapters”. 

It gives me great joy to read for pleasure on a daily basis. I love the characters and landscapes as I commuticate throughout the day.

It’s not a typo. 

Yes, word is, my new day included reading during my commute.