Ah, it's Tuesday. I have galleys to do, a chapter to write, a trip to court with a friend to make, and about a dozen other things to do as well. So it's a random ramblings round-up, y'all!
I'm now a proud owner of a compost pile -- or a bin that will become my compost pile, at least. I was so proud of myself today as I dropped in all the weeds from the flowerbeds, my used tea bags, and a few veggie scraps from dinner. However, I'm going to need suggestions as to what to do with my compost as I don't actually garden all that much, and now I'm rather worried that the family of raccoons that live in the storm drain are going to make my compost bin their favorite dinner out spot. Hmmm... stay tuned. While I may not reach Instigator's level of Adventures in Agriculture, I get the feeling my attempt to compost may be blog fodder in the future.
An FYI: "Taking the red-eye back from LA" sounds very cool, very sophisticated, but it sucks. Even if you come home and go back to bed, you will suffer the effects of a short night of uncomfortable rest for several days. The older you are, the worse this will be. Just warning you.
My current favorite video of the week is Julia Sweeney' s (former Saturday Night Live comedienne) discussion of "the talk" with her 8-year-old. It's not safe for work, y'all, and please put down your drink before you click. It's hysterical, especially if you can relate to that impromptu birds-and-bees discussion you had with an 8-year-old. After watching this video, I felt much better about my own "talk" with AC at the dinner table.
Oh, and another FYI: If you have a small child, and you hope to avoid some of the awkwardness by giving them a book first (in that nonchalant, this-is-no-big-deal way), be sure to provide a pronunciation guide for the child. Just trust me on this. Phonics is not your friend when it comes to the genitals and the reproductive cycle.
I've had my new car for almost a month now, and I still can't find it in the parking lot. This is getting embarrassing.
After an absolutely brutal BodyFlow class Saturday (an 8 minute ab workout. Seriously. I have a 12-inch band of pain circling my torso now), I looked forward to a long soak in the hot tub. The hot tub is broken. It's amazing how quickly I grew to appreciate the hot tub and how much I took it for granted at the same time. Right now, I have a lukewarm tub that does me no good at all, and because I got so used to having it, I'm probably going to be willing to pay a small fortune to get it back in working order. Sigh. You can't miss what you didn't have, and I'm now wishing I didn't have a hot tub to get used to...
I've got a stack of books I picked up at RT and I'm ready to give some away! Just comment on today's post for a chance to win!