What a Wonderful World
Yes, here I am posting my very first blog post after my last blog post, ever! (See yesterday's post.)
So far, the spiders have retreated back to Spider World. Doesn't mean they're going to stay there, but "out of sight, out of mind" and we're all happier with this arrangement, for now.
We are also back in the throes of a heat wave around here. It got up to 97 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday. I know that was an absolutely accurate reading b/c, for some inexplicable reason, I decided to jump onto the freeway at the start of rush hour yesterday afternoon (after a really cool meeting I had that I'll talk more about in another paragraph down below this one somewhere), and I have still not managed to get my quite comely behind to an Auto Zone store to buy a new air filter for my car so my car's AC is not working at full capacity right now (read: at any capacity right now), and there I sat, in a boiling car, in slow-crawling rush hour traffic on I-71 South, and it felt like a blast furnace and I really thought I was going to die...
Anyway -- it was hot out. I don't know WHY I can't remember to go to a freakin' Auto Zone store when I'm not stuck in my car somewhere far away from one of those stores in a heat wave. You know, here's an idea: they ought to have one of those stores right there on the freeway! You know, right where we need it most. (And it should also have one of those cool Sonic Drive-In restaurants attached to it. Wouldn't that be cool? We'd never leave the freeway. We could maybe even meet new significant others there. Like, a dating paradise as well as a place to get stuff for your car and also sit in your car and order stuff to eat that's really bad for your health -- while on the freeway, heading somewhere. It's so American, isn't it???) (Oh, wait a second; we'd also have to be watching television while all this was going on. Then we'd really be American.)
OMG, I digress! How refreshing.
So what's new with me? A new housemate moved in -- he's young enough to be my son, easily. So that makes 2 new writing students, young enough to be my kids. A new housemate, young enough to be my kid. (I also have a couple clients who are young enough to be my kids and they have kids, so I guess I'm actually old enough to be a grandmother. How interesting is that?) I also officially have a brand new lawn & garden guy!! I call him Angel Todd. He's also younger than me, but not young enough to be my kid. And he is on hand to handle all of my yard and garden needs into eternity, and also snow removal, when that starts to become an issue. He also does things like cleans out gutters, and cleans out garages, and rakes leaves, and pulls down massive amounts of dead honeysuckle from my arbor thingie. And he lives right around the corner, and he hardly charges anything. (You're probably wondering why on earth I gave him a nickname like Angel Todd, right??? Well, assuming you already knew that his given name was "Todd.")
All this new, young blood in my life so suddenly. It's quite interesting, gang. And actually, on that note, I'll tell you about yesterday's meeting. More young blood. I met with the publisher of that local magazine about role models & building self-esteem for young girls and I will be doing some editing for them. The publisher is this incredibly beautiful, classy woman, born & raised in Kenya. And her magazine is quite an achievement -- it's given out free to girls in local public schools. I'm really happy to help out in whatever way I can with this endeavor.
Their offices are located in this section of Columbus that used to be my most favorite place on Earth, years before I moved to New York City. Now, unfortunately, it has fallen in to a sort of ghost town, but in its heyday, it was really thriving. And why was it my most favorite place on Earth, you're likely asking?? Because, it was called the Continent, and the FRENCH MARKET was located there!!! It was the coolest, French-est place imaginable! All kinds of French food, French pastries, French-made souvenir-type items.
Yes!! I have always been a francophile. In fact, back in Junior High School (called Middle School nowadays), I of course studied French and joined the French Club. And one day, our French club took a field trip to the French Market with our French teacher! I was so excited by this excursion that I even bought a new dress just to wear there. Too funny, aren't I? You can never accuse me of not being enthusiastic...
It's sad to see that it is now a sort of No Man's Land, but it was really nice to go there yesterday for such a great meeting.
Speaking of my undying knack for being enthusiastic... There are rumors abounding that Johnny Depp's film adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson's novel, The Rum Diary, might be premiering at the Telluride Film Festival this weekend. (Meaning this weekend right here that we're having now.) There are just as many rumors emphatically saying that, no, this isn't happening at all. (I guess I shouldn't call it Johnny Depp's adaptation; it's the screenwriter's adaptation. But Johnny Depp did everything else, including probably drinking copious amounts of rum and then keeping a diary...) But if the premiere were to happen, it would be so cool for it to happen at Telluride, which is just a sort of stone's throw from Aspen and Woody Creek, right? (Where Hunter lived.) How "altogether fitting and proper" -- as Abe Lincoln was wont to say whenever he would find himself writing the Gettysburg Address. However, it's probably just some big rumor and not going to happen at all. Time will tell.
Okay, on that enthusiastic note, gang, I will begin my holiday weekend around here. I am formatting 2 of my novels for Kindle eBook editions this weekend. Doesn't that sound like fun??? I hope you're doing something a little more celebratory than that, even if you don't live State-side and have no idea what the Labor Day holiday is all about (trust me, most Americans don't even know, otherwise they wouldn't be voting in all these union-busting politicians all over the place...). Ah well. Thanks for visiting, gang! Have a great weekend. See ya!!
[The now deserted Continent that used to be home to the French Market back in the early 1970s.] [This photo was not taken by me.]
So far, the spiders have retreated back to Spider World. Doesn't mean they're going to stay there, but "out of sight, out of mind" and we're all happier with this arrangement, for now.
We are also back in the throes of a heat wave around here. It got up to 97 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday. I know that was an absolutely accurate reading b/c, for some inexplicable reason, I decided to jump onto the freeway at the start of rush hour yesterday afternoon (after a really cool meeting I had that I'll talk more about in another paragraph down below this one somewhere), and I have still not managed to get my quite comely behind to an Auto Zone store to buy a new air filter for my car so my car's AC is not working at full capacity right now (read: at any capacity right now), and there I sat, in a boiling car, in slow-crawling rush hour traffic on I-71 South, and it felt like a blast furnace and I really thought I was going to die...
Anyway -- it was hot out. I don't know WHY I can't remember to go to a freakin' Auto Zone store when I'm not stuck in my car somewhere far away from one of those stores in a heat wave. You know, here's an idea: they ought to have one of those stores right there on the freeway! You know, right where we need it most. (And it should also have one of those cool Sonic Drive-In restaurants attached to it. Wouldn't that be cool? We'd never leave the freeway. We could maybe even meet new significant others there. Like, a dating paradise as well as a place to get stuff for your car and also sit in your car and order stuff to eat that's really bad for your health -- while on the freeway, heading somewhere. It's so American, isn't it???) (Oh, wait a second; we'd also have to be watching television while all this was going on. Then we'd really be American.)
OMG, I digress! How refreshing.
So what's new with me? A new housemate moved in -- he's young enough to be my son, easily. So that makes 2 new writing students, young enough to be my kids. A new housemate, young enough to be my kid. (I also have a couple clients who are young enough to be my kids and they have kids, so I guess I'm actually old enough to be a grandmother. How interesting is that?) I also officially have a brand new lawn & garden guy!! I call him Angel Todd. He's also younger than me, but not young enough to be my kid. And he is on hand to handle all of my yard and garden needs into eternity, and also snow removal, when that starts to become an issue. He also does things like cleans out gutters, and cleans out garages, and rakes leaves, and pulls down massive amounts of dead honeysuckle from my arbor thingie. And he lives right around the corner, and he hardly charges anything. (You're probably wondering why on earth I gave him a nickname like Angel Todd, right??? Well, assuming you already knew that his given name was "Todd.")
All this new, young blood in my life so suddenly. It's quite interesting, gang. And actually, on that note, I'll tell you about yesterday's meeting. More young blood. I met with the publisher of that local magazine about role models & building self-esteem for young girls and I will be doing some editing for them. The publisher is this incredibly beautiful, classy woman, born & raised in Kenya. And her magazine is quite an achievement -- it's given out free to girls in local public schools. I'm really happy to help out in whatever way I can with this endeavor.
Their offices are located in this section of Columbus that used to be my most favorite place on Earth, years before I moved to New York City. Now, unfortunately, it has fallen in to a sort of ghost town, but in its heyday, it was really thriving. And why was it my most favorite place on Earth, you're likely asking?? Because, it was called the Continent, and the FRENCH MARKET was located there!!! It was the coolest, French-est place imaginable! All kinds of French food, French pastries, French-made souvenir-type items.
Yes!! I have always been a francophile. In fact, back in Junior High School (called Middle School nowadays), I of course studied French and joined the French Club. And one day, our French club took a field trip to the French Market with our French teacher! I was so excited by this excursion that I even bought a new dress just to wear there. Too funny, aren't I? You can never accuse me of not being enthusiastic...
It's sad to see that it is now a sort of No Man's Land, but it was really nice to go there yesterday for such a great meeting.
Speaking of my undying knack for being enthusiastic... There are rumors abounding that Johnny Depp's film adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson's novel, The Rum Diary, might be premiering at the Telluride Film Festival this weekend. (Meaning this weekend right here that we're having now.) There are just as many rumors emphatically saying that, no, this isn't happening at all. (I guess I shouldn't call it Johnny Depp's adaptation; it's the screenwriter's adaptation. But Johnny Depp did everything else, including probably drinking copious amounts of rum and then keeping a diary...) But if the premiere were to happen, it would be so cool for it to happen at Telluride, which is just a sort of stone's throw from Aspen and Woody Creek, right? (Where Hunter lived.) How "altogether fitting and proper" -- as Abe Lincoln was wont to say whenever he would find himself writing the Gettysburg Address. However, it's probably just some big rumor and not going to happen at all. Time will tell.
Okay, on that enthusiastic note, gang, I will begin my holiday weekend around here. I am formatting 2 of my novels for Kindle eBook editions this weekend. Doesn't that sound like fun??? I hope you're doing something a little more celebratory than that, even if you don't live State-side and have no idea what the Labor Day holiday is all about (trust me, most Americans don't even know, otherwise they wouldn't be voting in all these union-busting politicians all over the place...). Ah well. Thanks for visiting, gang! Have a great weekend. See ya!!
[The now deserted Continent that used to be home to the French Market back in the early 1970s.] [This photo was not taken by me.]
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