I am loving this book! And yet again, I forgot I was reading a murder mystery until someone was dead. It was a shock.
I’m always tickled when writers write about the magic of books. I mean, what good writer doesn’t know the power of words on paper, bound together, and placed on a shelf?
“Stories are just like people. If you don’t approach them with an open mind and a healthy dose of respect, they won’t reveal their hidden selves to you… You’ll walk through life an empty husk instead of a vibrant kaleidoscope of passion, wisdom, and experience.”
The power stories have to heal are central to this tale. Stories that make you dive deep into the horrors of your own life help open the wound to get the infection out. To face it and accept it.
Then there are the stories that help clean the wound out. That bandage it up to allow for the healing work to begin.
And then there are the stories that help you breathe again. One deep breath at a time, until you can embrace the joys of life once more.
I’ve really only just begun reading this and I’m already feeling some real attachment to it. “Magical realism” is what the critics are saying to describe this book. And “savor” is used a lot too.
If you’re looking for a book to get lost in, I definitely recommend checking this one out.
This is pretty major for me. I’ve had short hair before. I’ve colored it red many times in various shades. It’s been black with lots of purple and some blue. A reddish purple that blended out to red. It was even pink for a few days in Switzerland.
I could fill a book with all the stories I have centered around my hair, but a buzz shave was not one of them. Until now, that is.
I’ve been seeing the look around a lot and have contemplated getting it over the years. In high school I learned my chronic headaches were caused by the strain of carrying the weight of my hair. Every time I cut it from about just below my ribs to chin length, the headaches vanished.
It’s been getting really hot as we dive right into Summer here and I really don’t want to cut my hair short anymore. I kept it short while our kids were babies and toddlers. I even made it a tradition to cut it really short every time I was about 5 or 6 months pregnant. Anything past my shoulders and I couldn’t wash it by myself. So this seemed the best way to cool off, lose some of the bulk that’s straining my head and neck, and keep my long hair.
My husband kindly cut it for me after I blindly split my hair with a knitting needle. I did my best not to flinch. Admittedly I held back some tears, but it felt so freeing when he was done. After a shower I needed to braid it and so spent about an hour putting these in. I have to take a lot of breaks. My poor arms and wrists. I expect a lot from them.
I absolutely love it! I’m so much cooler and lighter. The braids help with both of those as well. I’ve been having fun with different styles and I might actually be ok with the Summer heat this year.
This is what planning my workouts looks like. A couple of Yoga Journal magazines, a notebook, lots of loose pages, an accordion binder full of magazine pages all organized, and no room to sit.
The planning is part of my motivation process. I will get up and mimic the moves to see if they’re something I really want to do, or if they flow well together. Catering to my ability and mood makes it more likely I’ll do it.
After about an hour (it depends on how often my family interrupts me) of sorting, my plan is complete. My OCD is content. My anxiety is soothed. And I’m ready to tackle my goals for the next two weeks. This stack sits on my side table with all my other projects (knitting, crochet, massage notes) easily accessible for when I need them.
We bought a nice blender several years ago so we could make smoothies with the kids and treat ourselves as well. We go through swings of them in this house, and right now, we’re really into them.
My husband’s recipes tend to be more like a dessert, while mine are more like a snack. He uses milk and peanut butter, or chocolate with the fruit. I can’t have milk, so I use orange juice and yogurt.
Today we had peach smoothies. I filled the ninja cup with frozen peaches, one banana, about 1/2 a cup of vanilla Greek yogurt, and as much orange juice as I thought looked about right. One of my new favorites. The kids liked it too.
And that’s my basic recipe. I just use whatever frozen fruit I’m in the mood for. I also wash everything right away because there isn’t much that’s more frustrating than trying to clean dried fruit and yogurt off tiny blades that spin.
I want to garden. Or go for a hike. Or just play in the yard. The weather is perfect-just sunny enough with a cool breeze.
Instead, I’m staying in my pajamas and getting ready for a Once Upon a Time marathon with my oldest. They’re just too comfy for me to do anything else.
Today is my only day off this week and I start my second job in a few days. It’s the first full week of Summer vacation and I think some serious down time is in order. Next week I’ll start making plans and taking the girls places.
I will focus on getting more knitting done for retail and let that be my accomplishment for the day. That, and spending some quality time with my oldest while I can.
I’ve taken a few more days off from working out than I had been planning. My mom’s visits usually do that. But now I’m suffering the consequences.
Today’s anxiety is sort of like an unexplained dread. I’m starting a new adventure (I am taking on a second massage job) and the great unknown is unnerving. My husband is also trying to lay the groundwork for his own performance garage, but we currently have no startup money for a space or tools.
The kids are out of school for the Summer and we have almost no plans and no camps scheduled. We will be together a lot. They do have more friends in the neighborhood, but I’m not sure how much that will give me a break, or add to the crazy.
Maybe I can convince myself to do some yoga tonight. That might help. Then I’ll make sure to workout tomorrow. I’ll try to plan my next workouts too. I change them up every two weeks/rounds through because I get bored and it keeps it fresh.
At least I, mostly, finished mowing the lawn today.
I finally decided to go ahead and let myself read the books I really want to instead of not reading at all. I have every intention of continuing to make my way through Dark Matter and the Dinosaurs, but it takes a lot of focus and I really want to knit at the same time.
So I picked up the newest edition to my home library, Brownies and Broomsticks by Bailey Cates, and settled in with my needles. I knew it was a murder mystery, but forgot that as I merrily read along about the young woman moving close to her aunt and uncle for a fresh start after her fiancé ended things.
Hints of drama began as they were backed into hosting a gathering before their new bakery was ready to open, but the magical elements of the tale had me feeling at ease and even a bit whimsical. Then, BAM, someone is dead and I’m all shocked. That’s when I remembered it was a ‘murder’ mystery.
I’m only 50 pages in and am already really attached to these characters. I’m intrigued by the light, magical tone of it all and how different this one feels from other mysteries. It’s definitely making it easier for me to get through these washcloths. I only have a few days before school lets out for the Summer.
I started out working on my oldest’s sweater. A variation of the one I recently finished for myself. I’ve made some really good progress, but then I had an idea.
Washcloth sets to sell at work. Now that I’ve got the four patterns established, it should be pretty quick to make a bunch. Then I had another idea.
I want to give my kids’ teachers something nice as a thank you. It’s been a tough several years. My kids have had a really rough time and they were very nervous to start at a new school. All three are thriving better than ever, and it wouldn’t have been possible without their teachers supporting them. So washcloths with a giant apple and another with the letters of their school (I haven’t gotten to making that one yet, but the pattern rough draft is ready).
Then, my youngest started wearing this toddler cowl around her waist as an accent to her dress. I stretched it a bit and she thought it would be cool to knit a skirt. Now I’m adding stitches until it’s wide enough for some flare and will hand it over to her to knit. She’s pretty good with needles.
Another meal created by playing ‘what’s hiding in the kitchen?‘. Egg noodles, leftover cooked ground turkey, kidney beans, peas, corn, and cheese.
I cooked the pasta and put the frozen corn and peas in the oven with butter. After heating that for a bit I mixed in the beans and ground turkey. Salt, pepper, minced garlic from a jar, coriander, and chili powder. Then I remembered I should use a cream of something soup and found one can of cream of mushrooms in the pantry. Mixed that in with the noodles and let it cook in the oven for 15 minutes.
Then I mixed in shredded cheese and milk, covered it and cooked for another 15 minutes. Mixed it all up again and let it cook 5 minutes more. It was amazing. My husband made sure to give his compliments. I had a second helping.