three topics presented like frankencense, myrrh and gold--- as if you'd care

I think I should write more. I think I shouldn't worry about whether it fits into anything else. I think I should be able to write 100-1000 words of fiction about anything.

But it is ridiculously hard to sit down and do it when nothing jumps out at me. When the prompt is stupid, it's hard to care. And we all know that the worst thing that can be done for writing is when the writer doesn't care. Followed immediately by a writer who is desperately obsessively possessive of their idea to the exclusion of any skill or talent permeating the resulting story. (This is my most common complaint, "That was a really great idea and [author] wasted it writing it themselves.")

I like writing evocative vignettes (I don't like plot much as a reader and it shows in my writing.) So I really should be able to come up with something about anything.

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Today I am drinking tea. I made a whole thermal carafe (it was supposed to be for coffee, but I have a thermal French press for coffee) and when I pour the dollop of milk into the mug of hot brewed tea, it swirls on its own. It reminds me of that song, "Windmills of the Mind", with the line, "Like a circle in a spiral; like a wheel within a wheel."

I'm on my fourth standard-mug of tea though and still not revved for the morning. It's 3pm and I want a nap. Going back to coffee tomorrow. On the plus side, my stomach is tolerating the coffee better lately. I guess I just need to keep up with the yogurt and taking care of my stress levels.

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Today I have finished bleaching my bathroom ceiling. I know people buy those swiffer things for their floors, but I found it inordinately useful for doing my ceiling. I used a square rag because the disposable floor cleaning cloths don't hold up that well to long projects and I wanted to be able to wash it and wring it out if needed. I am very pleased with how well that worked. It was still kind of drippy, but the pole was long enough that I could avoid standing directly under the mop head. The pole was stiff enough that I could scrub at stubborn spots. And it was here, so I did not need to find a handy (or not so handy) tall person who could stand on a stepstool. I could fix it myself.

don't chicken dance on my ceiling, I just washed it.

I cleaned. and cleaned. and cleaned. Bleahg.

I spent a lot of today waiting for a phone call while cleaning. Finally I called them. I had been told to be home, someone would call me this morning "for certain". At 4:30pm, the person had not looked at my stuff. This person proceded to make shit up so it sounded like they had done their job. I took notes on what was said, repeated it back to pin it down, got agreement. The phone rings 10 minutes later and the person finally did their job and reviewed my stuff --- so they changed everything that was agreed upon based upon "new" information which had been right there if they'd actually done the work. Not only that, but a real person could have checked the answer if they had done it when they said they would.

That's more than a little vague but the gist is totally accurate. Tomorrow I am going to spend my morning trying to circumvent this person.

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We belong to a CSA... that's community supported agriculture... basically the farm picks whatever is in season and you get a box of a few things for a fee. Unfortunately these are all packaged for people with much larger families than mine. Every box we get has way too much of every one thing. Some of each of them goes bad before we can eat it. So we get tomatoes, it's 2 pounds of tomatoes. We get apples, there are 40 apples. We get oranges, there are 15 giant ones. We get kiwi, there are 12. They have a "box for smaller families" but it still has mass quantities, it's just less variety. Every once in a while there will be something that there just isn't enough of. They had lemons in our first box and there were only 2. I could have eaten 10 of them. They once had grapefruit, but there was only one grapefruit. If there's lettuce, it's an itty bitty head that will barely make a side salad for 2.

There is a convenient farmers market but it's so convenient, you'd think it was Disneyland. Both from the crowds and the number of numbskulls with their empty SUV-size strollers pushed by the toddlers. I need to find another market so I can use it myself.