Sipping a bit of scotch at the end of the week in a quiet house I am left alone to ponder what has been accomplished and what has yet to be done on the domestic front.
I'm frustrated because I can't really allow myself to work on the dolls until the *real* work is done ~ gardenin has timelines of a sort ~ seasons wait for no one.
However I have no one to blame but myself... since when I did
time this week, I tended to default to reading Shojo manga scanilations online. In particular a long series of romantic one shots with re-occuring characters called Salad Days
by, Shinobu Inokuma. That was triggered by the news that VIZ has cancelled their girl centric magazine, Shojo Beat.
That peeves me in no small way, because I really looked forward to my monthly doses of some very entertaining stories but I'm realistic in acknowledging that the reality of the print medium is changing drastically, and not just because of the economy tanking. Technology is moving forward in leaps and bounds and the new wave of manga is going to be delivered eletronically whether I like it or not. I don't own a PDA but if I want to read my manga someplace other than tied to my kitchen chair in 5 years from now I might have to.
That aside, The universe has been oppressive lately. literally and figuratively... ~ and I am constantly in need of distraction when not physically engaged....hence the mainlining of as much romantic fluff as I can. However I also play the game of waiting on family members so I've got two novels on the go for those *sit in car and read for an hour* moments: One is a real bit romantic + thriller cheese my mother gave me because...well it involves a Japanese assassin. (She assumes I'll like it if it is remotely Japanese oriented) It's titled Ice Blue
by Anne Stuart and while it won't win any awards for great writing it sure does race along at a nice clip and well...definately distracts me from the universe and it's wicked, anxiety creating mind tricks.
The other is a volume I picked-up last year by award winning Japanese writer, Ohohiko Kagas A tragic WWII tale Riding the East Wind
, this story just makes me drool...because the author has a way of coveying a scene so completely to the reader that it's as if you are watching the drama unfold rather than reading it. I love that about some Japanese authors ~ the way they sketch images in your head. While it's not exclusively the providence of that nations writers, I do find that the way they tell a story is much more visual without being word heavy.
I'm sure that doesn't make sense, but suffice it to say that they do more with less and rarely has a Western storyteller made me pause in awe at way words have created an picture in my mind so vivid that if I close my eyes I can see it as if it was a personal memeory.
The only thing that has me miffed about this author is that this is the only one of his many books that is currently translated into English. Having read the synopisis of his other works I'm howling in anguish that this is IT!
As for the physical labor ~ well except for a bit of vacuuming, the attic is finished. Another dump trip was required and one to a charity store as well. I spent a good portion of the time then working in the yard ~ weeding and once the 2nd wave of weekd was yoinked out, I then proceeded to dig in manure and peat into the front vegetable garden. The tomatos and cucumbers are now planted.
The backyard was re-dug up again ~ this time I was pulling out grass seedlings and ...that 2nd wave of weeds that I missed the first time. I'd decided not to waste the small area on grass and instead of have put in more tomatos, zucchini (yellow) and several kinds of pumpkins ~ including the Cinderalla
variety from seeds I'd saved from Hallowe'en and in the freezer since last autumn. This of course after having dug manure and peat into the yard ....making it the 3rd pass over the area with a garden fork.
Tomorrow I was supposed to be driving my Middling to Toronto for hoop, but she's going to go to basketball with her friend ....and since I'll not have a car all day I will take the time to attack narrow strip of yard the side of the house ~ a place where little in the way of grass grows. I'll tear out the weeds and take plants my neighbour across the street wants me to remove from her out of control garden and see if we can't make something low maintenance but hardy as heck take root in that area. ;)
I'd gone to the chiropractor on Tuesday and he was impressed that I wasn't at all bent out of shape. The weird thing is that as I approach 45...I'm probably the strongest and in the best shape I've ever been in my life. Xan has kick-ass timing. >D