From this morning. He’s such a romantic.
Peace, people.
Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life
Category: Commentary
Midnight Mass Follow Up
I’m afraid I’ll provide spoilers if I go into much detail, so I’m just going to say, watch this Netflix series. It’s seven episodes of pure moody, beautiful suspense.
Dark? Yes.
Gory? In places.
Philosophical? Absolutely.
I’ve almost said too much. I’m going to shut up now.
Peace, people!
More Than A Coffee Shop
In my mid-sixties I’ve discovered an affinity for coffee shops. Not for coffee, mind you, but for the places where coffee is brewed and served. Places where a banana nut muffin along with a chai latte can keep me company while I write or people watch.
Tallahassee has several good coffee shops, so I’ve been trying one a week for the past couple of months in hopes that I’ll find the perfect combination of good vibes and good tea.
The good ones all have electrical outlets wherever possible. The great ones have outlets and serve vegan goodies. I’m still trying to decide which place rates my devotion.
Red Eye is really good—lots of places to write and a nice selection of decaf teas, but, alas, no vegan baked goods. The Square Mug has great vegan selections, but they’re in a smaller space with fewer outlets. I haven’t tried Lucky Goat, mostly because the one time I visited there were no masks in sight in a crowded space. That was a deal breaker.
Yes, I know I could brew a cup of tea at home and have my quiet writing space while I snack on muffins purchased in advance from Sweet Pea Cafe, but going to the coffee shop makes me feel like I’m actually at work. Like I have a place to be. Call me weird, but it’s comforting.
Peace, people!
Freak Out
A succession of banana spiders has spun webs on one corner of Doright Manor for the past few months. We’ve watched as the web grew and evolved as each patient female passed on her creation to the next in line.
I believe we were on the fourth in the lineage, and the once meager web now stretched from one side of the driveway to the other. Truly, it was a work of art. Until it wasn’t. Until I somehow forgot about the freaking web and walked right through it this morning.
Imagine me, engrossed in reading a bit of mail I’d retrieved from the mailbox, blithely strolling from the porch to the garage when the unmistakable sticky filaments plastered against my face, my hair, my glasses, my arms. I screamed and launched into the Oh Hell No dance hoping to shake loose the mama arachnid who might be about to deliver her painful bite at any moment. I think I was successful, but two hours post-encounter I still imagine she’s lurking nearby.
Worst of all I feel horrible about destroying her web. Hoping she won’t seek revenge.
Peace, people!
MasterClass Suggestions
For my 65th birthday my wonderful son gave me a year-long MasterClass subscription. Now I feel like a kid in a humongous candy store. So many choices! Where to begin? Who do I watch first?
Steve Martin? Margaret Atwood? David Sedaris? Neil Gaiman? Who haven’t I thought of?
What a delicious dilemma.
Peace, people!
My Driving Song 🎵
In a recent post I asked followers to declare their favorite driving song. https://nananoyz5forme.com/2021/10/07/driving-song/
There were some great answers: the Doobie Brothers’ Rockin’ Down the Highway. https://youtu.be/5Dxm1Yqrn_s
And this AC⚡️DC tune: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vj_rvLVpqg8&fbclid=IwAR3FeBw7H0OTy37WTlwCJ3q_NlO98fmooXcezVRUvTYjXgfJzkgrarkx7GQ
One mellow friend suggested Dust in the Wind. Great song, but not what I had in mind. https://youtu.be/tH2w6Oxx0kQ
For my money, Radar Love by Golden Earring is the best driving song ever. https://youtu.be/ckM51xoTC2U
Everything about this song makes me want to put the pedal to the metal and just GO!
Of course, nowadays I don’t go too fast, but I go pretty far…Bonus points for knowing where that line comes from.
Peace, people.
Driving Song
I saw this question on Twitter and a song instantly came to mind. I won’t influence your thoughts with my answer, but if you tell me yours I’ll eventually tell you mine.
Peace, people!
Stop and Sing
Wherever you are. Whatever activity you’re engaged it at this moment, stop and sing happy birthday to me (Leslie). Offer good only through midnight on October 5, 2021.
Just sing quietly to yourself if you’re in a meeting. Or in church. Or hiding from a burglar. Or if your mouth is full, because that’s just bad manners.
Thanks! I believe I heard a few of you.
Peace, people!
Midnight Mass Interlude
Studly Doright and I are watching Blacklist. We’re midway through season six, and frankly I’m a little weary of Raymond Reddington and Agent Keene’s soap opera-ish entanglements. If it weren’t for Agent Arim Mojtabai, played by Amir Arison, I’d probably bail on the series.
Don’t tell Studly, but I’ve been cheating on Blacklist with the Netflix series Midnight Mass. I’m only on episode two, but the moodiness and the sense of impending doom is captivating. I am already hooked.
Where is the old Monsignor? Is the new guy even a real priest? What happened to the cats? Is Riley going to make it and why does he look so familiar? Who else is watching this and what are your thoughts?
Peace, people!
Are Americans Obsessed?
I recently read an article, okay, I read a headline, that said something to the effect of Why the Rest of the World Believes Americans are Obsessed with Autumn.
“Huh,” I thought. I like Autumn, but I don’t like like it. I mean, I could live without it, totally, if I had to. I might get the shakes for a couple of months, but surely by Christmas I’d be fine.
What would be obsessive is someone like me who lives in Florida, where autumn temps barely drop into the 60’s, lowering her thermostat so she can wear sweaters around the house while sipping hot chocolate with a cozy blanket wrapped around her feet. That would be obsessive.
Here, hold my hot chocolate while I decide if I want to wear the orange sweater or the brown one.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 