Finally, it's cooling down. For those of us who are MenoPausitive this is good news. No more schlepping out to job interviews and arriving wetter than I was when I got out of the shower. No more standing under the ceiling fan for a half hour before getting dressed. And forget standing in front of the open fridge door.
This season opened with my hubby's birthday - just a few friends, a lot of beer and some chocolate cake. A return to the BWGWC (Bradford West Gwillimbury Writers Circle) operating out of the new public library here in Bradford. A special note to some of us who were nominated to speak on "Open Mic Night" on November 15th. I offered to censor some of my material but the concensus is 'don't'. We'll see if they want me back after this! Also nominated to be featured at one of the library's "Author's Night Speakers" - details to come - goody. Next in the works is a series of writing workshops sponsored by the library board. I told them to take a look at my website, sift through some of my works and read the excerpts. Ah - Haven't heard back from them yet. Inasmuch as I write for a micro-niche of readers which, incidentally, seem to outnumber the 'general' readership, I really would like to expand my genres and not concentrate so much on which character's penis is being inserted into whichever other character's orafice (or, meatus as those months in med. admin. have taught me).
And speaking of the job front - two interviews last week which leaves me waiting for a total of 3 call backs. Another interview tomorrow which, when I reread the job app, finds me wondering what state of mind I was in when I applied since it involves nothing I'm really interested in. I'm tempted to cancel but my curiosity wants me to stick it out. It's the old 'Road Not Taken' and the reckless side of me that sometimes can't help but open that old chest in the attic even though I'm pretty sure that I'll be the cause and catalyst of the next apocalypse. Oh well, fortune favours the bold so we'll see what I've got myself into tomorrow. For now, I'm still peddling my ass - in the physical aspect - by parking my exercise bike in front of the tv and catching up on the new crop of season premiers. Thank God for pvr's.
Totally addicted to NCIS, and Mark Harmon (yum!). Project Runway-just when I thought the gay designers couldn't possibly get any gayer, they are. Ice Road Truckers because, having made the trek through the province of New Brunswick in the middle of winter on nothing but a sometimes-maintained logging road, I like to hear the truckers whine and cry about how frigging cold it is up here. Yeah, boys - it's Canada. Hawaii Five-O because I love Scott Caan and the witty banter between Steve and Dano. Okay, Jack Lord and James McArthur they ain't but once in a while they shed their shirts. Flashpoint - of course. Shot in Toronto and I get to have personal, in-house, play-by-play commentary on each and every move - and what's WRONG with it. Nuff Said. How much fun is that? Ditto for Law & Order: SVU because...you just can't have too much "In The Criminal Justice System..." I also await the new season of Masterpiece Theatre and the special little cake tweaks PBS likes to drop in from time to time - when they're not begging for money, of course. Love laughing my ass off with The Big Bang Gang (pun intended!) and ending the week with Blue Bloods (yeah, Tom Sellick is getting long in the tooth but he still has class).
It's Sunday so I close today as I can smell the moose simmering in the crock pot. Yep - MOOSE. Stewing in stoneware, surrounded by garden fresh onions and new potatoes. Not my cup of tea but the man made a special request so we'll see how it turns out. Hopefully I won't be posting my next blog entry from the Newmarket ICU.
TTFN....
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