Trifextra: Me and Craig (The UPS Man)

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“Signature, please.” His eyes respectfully avert as the dog licks lunch smells off his brown pants.

“Sorry Craig.”

“No problem.”

Christmastime…

Only time of year when a robe and UPS men go together.

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I have to sign for every single thing since PINK tickets were stolen off my porch October of 2012. Sheesh!!!

Books I'm Reading When I Should Be Doing Other Things

Just a quickie!!! Thanks to Should Be Reading for the opportunity to share books.

What am I currently reading?

I’ve had this book on my shelf for a long time. It received the Man Booker Prize in 2005.

It’s described as a story “about love, loss, and the unpredictable power of memory.” From about midway through the book, I noted this quote about the past.

“That is why the past is just such a retreat for me, I go there eagerly, rubbing my hands and shaking off the cold present and the colder future. And yet, what existence, really, does it have, the past? After all, it is only what the present was, once, the present is gone, no more than that. And yet.”

The book is wonderfully written. I will reserve judgment until I finish.

What did I recently finish?

It was good, 3-stars. It told the story of one woman’s life from childhood to old age in a simple yet engaging way. I thought I'd like it better by the end but I liked the first three-quarters much more. Saying that, I still would recommend it as a lovely read.

What will I read next?

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!! I have to go get some things done!!!

A Procrastinator's Christmastime Challenge

I’m sitting at this keyboard and I’m freezing. I am freezing because my house is cold and I should have taken a warm shower a long while ago after sweating out five pounds in a Bikram (i.e. severely hot) yoga class. I did not do this yet and my fingertips are blue and I'm shivering.

I’m sitting here typing while also staring at a stack of gorgeous family photos on Christmas cards, which were received in the mail today. At the same time, my stack of Christmas cards remains sealed in plastic wrapped packaging, unaddressed. 

I’m still sitting here, obviously, with full knowledge of the unwrapped Christmas gifts, which cover the entire floor of my bedroom. Fancy gold ribbon and silver foil paper and cute gift tags lay next to those gifts. I haven’t touched any of them yet except to burrow a path from my side of the bed to the bathroom so I don’t take a tumble in the dark when I get up at night.

I have a long list of things I haven’t done yet.

And I also have an idea of why I keep putting off every thing that is HO HO HO related (including today’s shower which is technically due to pure laziness). I just don’t feel like doing anything. Period.

It's not how I feel about Christmastime. I’m not in a bah humbug mood either. I love the holidays.

It’s almost as if I feel paralyzed to do anything because I don’t feel any sense of pressure yet. And I have no idea why I don’t feel any pressure because, please tell me if I’m wrong, Christmas IS next week. I can’t help it. 

They key component is I have to feel it, the pressure. And I don’t. Not yet.

I don't know if I am a glutton for punishment, although I can rightfully say I work best with a thumb planted firmly on my back, with a deadline. I can cram like nobody’s business and always get my shit done. Thank God I’m not a perfectionist since procrastinators aren’t afforded that luxury anyway. 

There's something just so enticing to me, and more fun-filled, about doing anything other than what I'm supposed to be doing. So maybe then, it's not about being a procrastinator at all. Whatever you call it (what do you call it?), it makes me me and it's not likely to change much no matter anyone's consternation. 

So until I feel it, the pressure, I’ll find things I’d rather do like read, or workout, or eat, or hang out with friends, or read some more. 

The pickle is, once Friday morning comes, the last grain of sand will drop through the hourglass. Time will have expired. There’ll be plans and holiday parties and kids stuff and a warm weather vacation. Life will become its beautiful Christmas chaos. And I'll be left surfing its wave.

By then, no more time to get ready for Christmas.

I should shower and get some shit done, right? I suppose time's doing its ticking thing...

WWW.Wednesday: Up Too Late Sneaking In Pages

In a hurry but wanted to share what I’ve been reading (over at Should Be Reading). I just wish there were a few more minutes in the day these days. Like every Christmastime reader, I’ve been staying up way too late to sneak in a few extra pages/chapters.

What am I currently reading?

 

Someone

I haven’t read much Alice McDermott; I think Charming Billy, which I liked, was the only other and that was so long ago. A testament to how much I like a book is whether it never leaves my side or I pull it out at stoplights. I’ve found myself pretty tight with Someone. I’m nearly finished.

What have I recently finished?

 

The Circle

I liked this book though didn’t love it. It is a very quick read and kept me (usually) engaged. It’s a creepy premise. How much should we know about everything/everyone in this world? My personal feeling…I don’t need to know (shouldn’t know) everything about everyone and I’d rather not have everyone/anyone know everything about me. I’m too private and I misbehave.

“We are not meant to know everything, Mae. Did you ever think that perhaps our minds are delicately calibrated between the known and the unknown? That our souls need the mysteries of night and the clarity of day?”

What will I read next?

I need to make a dent in the books I have here at home so probably:

 

The Sea

Stoner

Have you heard about S. by JJ Abrams and Doug Dorst? I just about wet myself when it was delivered last week (actually two copies, Merry Christmas to me and one for a friend). If you don’t know about it, Google it. It will take some time, I’ve heard, so this will be a January project.

Blonde vs. Brown

Dazzle, his eyes did, as tow-colored strands threw back sunshine.

“You’re utterly myopic; I’m more than blonde hair and breasts.”

She remembers saying this once as coffee-colored rivulets run down the white basin.

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This weekend over at Trifecta we are to add any 30 words of our choice to these three (basin, dazzle, myopic) for a total of 33 words. 

Blogger's Note: I've been blonde, then dark brown, then blonde and now recently dark brown again. There's definitely a difference. 

WWW.Wednesday: Book Obsessions

We all know it’s Wednesday and on Wednesday’s, for the last month or two, I’ve been talking about books and linking it up over at Should Be Reading. So here we go:

What am I currently reading?

This book starts out very quickly paced which I love. I’m about one-third through. It’s about a young, Google-like internet company and the whole “Big Brother” technology which is scary as it becomes increasingly more and more possible.

Also, I’m intermingling these spicy short stories.

What did I recently finish?

Absolutely outstanding. Five stars all the way. I'm addicted to and obsessed with Alice Munro.

What will I read next?

Well, I am in current violation of the moratorium on book buying that has been issued for this household. I expect UPS to ring my doorbell at any minute. Even though I have stacks and stack here from which to choose, here are the incoming:

It will be one of these! I think...

Happy reading!!!

Trifecta: When Mommy First Started Liking Daddy

“When did you know you liked Daddy?”

“Well, I liked your Daddy from the very first moment I met him.”

“You DID! Why?”

“Because he was so cute.”

“Daddy’s still cute.”

“I think so. And he was so hilariously funny he'd make me cry.”

“Daddy’s still funny but he made you cry?”

“No, silly! The laugh so hard your cheeks ache and your stomach hurts and tears fall kind. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, what else?”

“Your Daddy was nice to everyone. And we liked to do the same things.”

“Like what?”

 “Like eating pizza, going to Cubs games, playing tennis, sneaking into movies. All sorts of things."

"Wait, you didn't pay for the movie!?!"

"Forget I said that. Your Daddy was the most eligible bachelor in the whole city of Chicago. All the girls wanted to date him.”

“Were you jealous of all those other girls?”

“Maybe a little at first. Did you know he was engaged to marry someone else before we met?”

“He was?”

“Yep, they decided getting married wasn’t the right thing to do. We met just after that. But we were only friends for a while. It’s okay, you know, to be friends with boys without dating them. Sometimes it’s better that way but even if you’re just friends you can tell if there’s a spark or not. Then sometimes, maybe, you even dream about them and what it would feel like to go to a movie together or hold his hand. Or kiss him.”

“Did you like kissing Daddy?”

“That’s one of the reasons I wanted to marry him. Do you want to know the very first thing I really noticed about him? It was back when we'd just met.”

“YES! Tell me!!!”

“Remember we met at a Cubs game? Well, when Daddy got up to go to the bathroom I told Maggie, ‘That guy has the nicest tush I’ve ever seen.’ And I knew something exactly then.”

“Mom! Ewww!”

“Pickles, someday you’ll just know.”

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This week Trifecta wanted to do something to mark the Jewish holiday of Hanukkah. There are so many amazing Yiddish words that found their way into the English language, and they thought it would be great to highlight one.  To find one with a third definition, however, was not so easy until they stumbled upon this gem.

 33-333 for the word tush:

1. a long pointed tooth; especially : a horse's canine

2. an interjection used to express disdain or reproach

3. buttocks (slang)

Happy Hanukkah to our Jewish friends.  Now let's all write our tushes off.

Thank you, Linda, for making Mondays even more fun!