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The Court Jester.

“Those who try to tangle with my derring-do, wind up at the angle that herring do. They hold their heads like very dead herring do.”

I love that movie.

PBS Saturday and Sunday afternoons, spent watching black and white movies. The Court Jester. Ivanhoe.

And we knew when pledge week was on, because Anne of Green Gables would play. And Sherlock Holmes would be on Mystery! For some reason, we never really got into any of the other episodes…

Oh! We’d watch Dr. Who on Saturdays, right before church. We couldn’t leave until we’d finished, and then we’d rush screaming out the door…

O Mi-Mi Tee!

We put up our little Christmas tree on Friday. I love Target. In a world of ritzy glass tree ornaments, they had shiny, tinted, plastic snowflakes and ball ornaments on sale, so we could decorate the tree together and leave it where Ray could touch it and not get yelled at (too much).

We had some discussion about not putting the lights in our mouths, but after the tears dried on that one, it’s been a pretty good deal. Ray’s even practicing her colors. “Pink” still comes out as either “green” or “pig oink-oink,” but she’s working on it.

Ugh.

Don’t take a nap just before sunset, no matter how full and lazy you are. You’ll be so disoriented when you wake up.

Bleah. And your mouth tastes funny.

I know a good cure for nap-overs, though.

Chocolate.

You don’t know nap-overs? Rachael and I know nap-overs. There are times when we wake up from naps and just whine at each other. Until you get some chocolate in the system, life is no good.

Aha!

Not a major epiphany. Not enlightenment.

But a victory!

Making dense cheesecase, you don’t really need a full crust to hold everything together–you just need some way of easing the thing out of the pan.

So: Brush the pan with melted butter. Scatter graham cracker crumbs on the butter, about 3-4 Tbs. or so, and shake loose anything that doesn’t stick.

Pour in your cheesecake batter, bake as normal.

You can barely tell the crumbs are there. Tra la! No more sticky cheesecake!

Book Reviews. Summer of the Dragon, Elizabeth Peters, Monstrous Regiment, Terry Pratchett

Elizabeth Peters is a mystery writer. She writes “perfect” novels–beginning, middle, end, all items neatly resolved at the end of the last page. The world extends just as far as the front and back covers.

So, as far as it went, Summer of the Dragon was good. Perfection isn’t bad.

Oy, give me Agatha Christie, who tucks in little things that you may or may not notice, let alone figure out. Give me Sherlock Holmes. Even give me Janet Evanovich, almost as perfect, but not quite.

Maybe I was just annoyed because the main character’s first name was Deanna, and she hated it so much she went by DJ. Thbbbbt.

After I put down Monstrous Regiment, I didn’t care for it. I’d though it was about one thing (sexism), and the ending seemed cheesy because of it. Then I though about it. It isn’t about sexism; it’s about doing what you’re going to do. Sexism was just a vehicle for it. I’m rereading it, and I like it much, much better now.

Knowing the ending makes each line echo. Bittersweet.

Book.

The first draft of The Gods of Grey Hill is done.

Done! Done! I tell you, Done!

Now I have 67 pages to type in 🙂

I feel sad. I went to a coffee shop to drink chai and write the last few pages and I cried on the way home.

It’s done. It was wonderful to write, to really live there, and now it’s done.

Ray Updates.

Damn. She’s getting so tall.

We have good days and bad days, which seem to follow a correlation with my patience level. What’s the word? Heterodyne?

Yeah, that’s the word.

We’re definitely already two women living in the same house, which means, yes, that we have to hold hands going to the bathroom (which never made sense before, but there you go). And other things. If you’ve ever lived in a house with more than one female, you know what I mean.

Insight of the millenium: destructive tendencies can be a way of expressing intelligence, curiosity. Guided destruction (i.e., experimenting) is one of the most useful ways to entertain a toddler.

Insight of the next five minutes: food coloring, used in moderation, can repair many problem days.

Insight of the next five minutes after that: it’s good to wash the grapes. After you wash the grapes, it’s good to squash the grapes.

I tried to take her for a haircut on Sunday. The first place didn’t open until eleven (we were there at ten thirty–I figured that anything that was going to be open on a Sunday would be open by then, but no) and the second place was being remodled. I took it as a sign and took her to the zoo instead. Nobody commented on the fact that she has to tilt her head up to see anything over two feet off the ground.

Oh, well.

Neener neener neener.

I found the perfect Christmas present for my folks and siblings.

And I’m not going to tell them what it is!

Thank you.

Lee’s mom (in South Dakota) sent me a jar of chokecherry jelly.

Thank you.

I haven’t opened it yet; I swore to myself I’d finish the open jar of jelly in the fridge (blackberry) before I did. Sure enough, every time I look at it, I think, “I could be having chokecherry jelly instead.”

Yeah. It’s still in there.

Working. Almost done with Saturday. Scary.

As it turns out, things fit together better than I would have predicted. Do you know how scary that is? The story put itself together out of random items that I didn’t originally include in the plot, but suggested themselves.

It’s like watching a movie in someone else’s mind.

Well, maybe I’ve overstresed the terror factor. I’m pleased with the way it’s going; don’t get me wrong.

End of the month. End of the month.

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