Much to say. Blog pre-writing in head sounds like certain favorite characters in Marian Keyes novels. Am writing like terse, introspective, Irish characters in "The Charming Man" and "Anybody Out There". Dedicated to Heather Jackson for dragging this author into our book club. Have read 3 books by her in past month though am very busy. Very very busy. (True, am very busy, but making self seem busier than I am.)
More difficult than realized. Know am not a funny person. Always surrounded by funny people, which is blessing. But not big on jokes, not big laugher, not good with teasing, and come across too serious. Recognize own limitations. Accepted it, though big wish is to be a funny person. Am not stupid, do not want pity laughs in future. Just saying. (Also, find that when pissed, have constant desire to compliment others on being funny. To recollection, have never said outloud to anyone. Would be disaster. Me, solemnly saying "You are a very funny person. On many levels. Really appreciate that. Treasure that. Never let that go. I notice even if am not laughing. Am just not a laugher. But you really are funny." Maybe have said to Jeremiah before. Is very funny man.)
Massive undertakings (ie. Preschool Planting and Ecofestival) belong in other post. Can not sustain mental fake Irish accent for long. Also, miss pronouns already.
Can convey week of sickness due to favorite new saying: Rough as badger's arse. From book. Feels like brilliant new concept. Even better when just thinking "badger's arse." Smiles on my mental face, like most of my smiles.
All of us vomiting and assorted miseries at points during week. Even babysitter. Went to work and vomited there. Sent home in disgrace. Came back next day because was still festival. Plus, less energy to be at work than to be home with sick kids. Finally better. But was rough as badger's arse.
Today home with kids as day off. High spirits. Seize the day. Built trellis for cucumbers out of old metal desk frame covered with chicken wire. Meant to be a "Garden Clubhouse" for girls. Not quick, but free and easy. Cute? Quirky? Decadent? Will post pics later to show extent of cute and loving and hippy. Is perfect, right?
No! Is torture chamber! Hot metal surrounded by teensy tiny sharp metal spikes, layered with rough and prickly cucumber vines. Is bound to have spider hole with pulsing egg sack lurking under rug. Will dance with victory if success. Must wait until end of summer to know for sure. Until then, me= morto.
Morto. Best thing to come from Keyes books. Love using morto. Mortified is much too dignified and extreme. Morto for us who dwell there often and promptly move on.
So much work writing like Irish characters. No time left to convey important events in life. Terribly important. Must find time for blog later. If posting comment, pls ryt in txt. e.1 txt 2 these chrctrs. no tym 4 txt. need new fon 4 that. but chrctrs alwyz txt.
Effing. Morto. Badger's arse.
Now I'm done.
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