I forgot to charge my Apple Watch last night and now I can’t get out of bed until it’s fully charged.
Peace, people.
Excuses, Excuses
Tag: humor
Heads Up
If anyone in my sphere of acquaintances noticed today that I was wearing just one earring, all I have to say is thanks for not saying anything, because I would’ve freaked thinking that I’d lost one of my favorite pieces of jewelry.
The earring was right where I’d left it, in the little bowl where I keep my go to pieces. Whew!
For future reference, though, had I neglected to put on a blouse or jeans, I’d have appreciated a heads up.
Peace, people.
Vampire Lore
I’m a sucker for a good vampire tale, having cut my teeth on Bram Stoker’s Dracula—the book, not the movie. I believe I first read the tale in junior high school, and afterwards immersed myself in everything having to do with vampires.
As a result, I have no patience with tales that stray from Stoker’s vampire lore. Vampires drink blood. It’s the only food they can ingest. Garlic, crosses, and holy water are absolute no no’s for a vampire, and any film that allows a vampire to scoff at such things is just wrong. Wrong, I tell you.
Vampires have no reflections and are most commonly killed by having a stake driven into their heart; although, the sun can burn them to a crisp if a stake isn’t at hand. Of course the problem with that is in luring the undead into the light of day. Good luck with that.
I have been known to yell at the screen or a book when the rules aren’t followed. And sparkly vampires? Don’t get me started.
The Netflix limited series, Midnight Mass, is a vampire tale; although, I don’t believe the word “vampire” was ever uttered. I might be wrong, though. The story covered at least two of the rules; I won’t say which two, but the scenario never included any mention of garlic or reflections in a mirror.
And as for crosses and holy water, well, I need to watch the whole thing again to see if they toed the line. It is, after all, titled Midnight Mass. They may have skirted the holy water rule on a technicality, but I’m fairly certain there were crosses involved. And how am I supposed to handle that? Am I going to allow (gasp!) an exception to the rules?
Peace, and sweet dreams, people!
Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life
From this morning. He’s such a romantic.
Peace, people.
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!
Praying for Eyebrowz 