Sunday, November 06, 2005

Clumsy

My spate of unluckiness/clumsiness continues--this morning I was washing my face and stuck a soapy finger right in my eye. Like I'd never washed my face before. Was I just not paying attention? You would think that I could be thinking about something else while I'm washing my face, it's not like it's the first time I've done it, or that it would require any major powers of concentration, but apparently, for me, it does.

And then tonight, I was making my lunch for tomorrow, spooning some cottage cheese into a small container. I picked up the container to put the lid on, and then somehow just dropped it on the floor. Except I didn't just drop it, I kind of flung it, so that the cottage cheese landed not only on the floor, but on the cabinets, the refrigerator, the stove, and in the cats' food dish. The exclamation I made isn't printable.

I asked Bob later if he hadn't heard me (he was upstairs) and he said yes, he had, but it didn't sound like a cry of pain, only of frustration, and he decided the best course of action was just to stay upstairs out of the way. Probably wise.

Let's see . . . the rest of the day. We worked out in the yard--Bob cleaned the gutters and cut down a small tree, and raked leaves, and I cut off all the leggy herbs and spent flowers and ran the leaf blower. The only minor catastrophe was that Bob ran the leaf blower for awhile and sucked up a tennis ball into the mechanism, but he was able to remove it with a knife, a pair of pliers, and some judicious surgical work.

Also, I made soup today, but I wasn't so lucky. I kind of ruined it. I made my regular vegetable soup, then I thought I'd put some pasta in it to make it a little heartier; if I don't get filled up at lunch, I end up buying something from the snack box, and that's not really a good idea. The pasta was a good idea, but I guess I should have waited until the soup had cooled and then added it. It soaked up most of the liquid in the soup, and got really big and mushy; now instead of being macaroni, it's more like really soft noodles. I guess it'll taste okay, but I'm disappointed.

And my arms hurt from lugging the leaf blower around.

Several people noticed the NaNoWriMo icon below and asked me if I was participating this year, and if so, if I was going to post the chapters like I did the last time I did it, in 2002. The answer is yes, and no. I'm going to try very hard to write this month, but I don't have a clear picture in my mind of what I want to write, so rather than just blow it off, I'm going to take their "No Plot? No Problem" manifesto to heart and try to write 50,000 words this month, but not put pressure on myself to make it a cohesive, cogent novel.

50,000 words. I should be able to do that. But whether I'll want to share them, I don't know yet. I'm just going to try to write and not attach any pressure to the outcome, and see what happens. That's the best I can do right now.

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