The ancient Greeks ascribed great beauty to the Muses and assigned them each an area of influence over which they would grant inspiration and vision. Steven King describes his muse as being a surly, burly, cigar chomping figure I suspect would be more at home at a construction site than in an author’s mind, and my muse, my muse could be described as invisible, AWOL and completely gone.
Yes I know its Tuesday night and not Monday. I swear I hit the publish button on my blog, but apparently the zucchini has destroyed my memory and turned my grey matter to mush. Thus I have slightly modified this entry and hit publish, a day late and another zucchini meal down.
Yes, I said zucchini poisoning. I’m sure I am suffering from it. An acute overdose brought about by my boss bringing in three baskets of the cursed green vegetables in the last week with orders to take them home. I believe the insinuation was “or you won’t’ get paid” but I could have been wrong and that gleam in her eye might have just been allergies... but I wasn't taking that chance.
This weekend summer hit with a vengeance. It waited until mid August, when all the city had been lulled into a sense of false security. The days were pleasant but mild, the evenings cool enough to let us snuggle into our beds without the need for fans, air conditioning or pillows shoved into the freezer. But then Mother Nature decided we needed to be reminded who was in charge.
In a few short days I will hit what is charmingly referred to as a “milestone” birthday. I’ll have managed to keep most of my wits and body parts together for four decades and apparently that is a cause for celebration with family and friends, r in my case just friends, since my family opted to be elsewhere for this event. Maybe they were afraid I’d snap and start taking hostages while demanding liposuction, Botox and a lifetime supply of wrinkle cream.
Link: http://www.forkparty.com/world-records-nobody-wants-sneezing-largest-tumor-hiccuping/
Because not everyone trains for years to get into the Guinness Book of Records.
I had a date this weekend. Well, actually I had a first meeting. I’ve been doing the online dating thing long enough to know that a “date” is often what comes after you’ve had an opportunity to meet someone and get to know them over a cup of coffee or something civilized and uncommitted.
If I could, I’d sell the movie rights to the story of what happened, it was that memorable.
There was a time I worked with the public directly, a position that I was never truly suited for and only managed to cement my opinions that the average human being really shouldn’t leave the house more often than is required and most certainly should not be allowed to wander the stores and streets without supervision. It was often commented upon that during times of the full moon, the customers got crankier, the clientele got snippier and management tended to lose their collective marbles.
As the handful of you that pay attention to such things may have noticed, (that means you Mum) I didn’t update my blog last week. I gave my muse the week off and even took a full two days away from work to go enjoy the summer. A four day weekend later and I am back, my batteries recharged with a potent blend of good company, great soft serve ice cream and time spent at the beach.
Link: http://www.petquestions.com/24551/who-are-some-of-the-most-famous-animal-actors/
Unfortunately petquestions.com is no longer going to be doing paid content, so this was my last article for them. I learned a lot of trivia on this one.
This weekend I spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about and caring for pets, both mine and other peoples. Since it seemed to be the theme of the moment, I’d thought I’d share my musings on our fuzzy companions.
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