The official blog of Susan Landis-Steward, writer of whatever she likes, and co-founder of Puddletown Publishing Group

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Time to Start Again

Of, course, it is time to start blogging again. I say that every year right about this time, and every year I mean it. I really do want to blog regularly. But in a week or two, I’ll probably stop. Life will happen. Work will intervene. Kids will need things. My partner will want me to spend time with her. And I really don’t have anything to say. Or do I?

So, right now, it’s 1:39 am. Not late by my standards except that I was out walking in the freezing cold in downtown Portland earlier, and that made me tired. So maybe I should save up whatever it is I have to say (and I must have *something* to say) until tomorrow when I’ve had some sleep.

Ah, well. Big things happening, some I’m not ready to go public with. Some will provide new opportunities for writers I know. And some are just me. But not tonight. Tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow.

Great things about today:

1) I can walk several blocks in the freezing cold and live to tell about it.

2) I had dinner with a new friend and it was most fun. I love making new friends.

3) Big plans brewing. More later on that. Still in the beginning stages.

4) Big round crackers with melted brie. Wish I knew what those crackers are called.

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Yes, I missed Saturday. For a very good reason and I’m making it up today so STFU.  Here’s why:

Chinese New Year 2009

Chinese New Year 2009

Yesterday was our traditional Chinese New Year celebration which meant I had a house full of people, some from out of town, and spent the day cooking. There is always too much food and much raucous behavior. This year was no exception. In exchange for the cooking and hospitality, everybody has to entertain me, the kitchen goddess. Put a bunch of crazy people in a room and you get mayhem.

We had Lisa and Bob renewing their wedding vows which I am going to post for all to see the caliber of my friends:

Do you, Bob, take Lisa to be your lawfully wedded wife

in obsessive obstinacy and in rare moments of blissful peace,

to adopt each of her current and future cats as your own,

and to listen to endless revisions of her damned book,

until you roll off to that great wrecking yard in the sky?

Do you, Lisa, take Bob to be your lawfully wedded husband

in moments of whimsy or when more laid-back than a cat in a coma,

no matter how many times he tells you to take your feet off the dashboard,

fails to replace the toilet paper, or bumps his movies to the top of the NetFlix queue?
Then Lisa did a reprise of the song she sang to Bob at their wedding: Thunder Road.  You know the one: And there was thunder, thunder, over thunder road…….

We also had an interesting dance routine by Mar, Mariah, Carol, and Mari about being dykes. They were dressed in 70s dyke style, complete with tattoos on their knuckles and, as always, Mar tried to prove she was butch. Not an easy thing with Mari, who is butch, standing right next to her. Made Mar look the fool but what else is new. They enlisted the Divine Miss M in their little production as well and she wasn’t even alive in the 70s nor is she a dyke.

And we had poetry, Anguished Language, the haiku I had REJECTED from, violin music, cheerleading, and who knows what else. All in all, it was fun as always.

After the guests left, we sat up way too late talking to the comadre y compadre, Joaquin and Lourdes, and my dear friend from college, Lindalee, about everything but mostly politics. Today I am so tired I am still in my nightgown and I don’t even WEAR a nightgown. It’s that kind of day. Okay, Lenten duty done.

Some days….

are just too exhausting. A dear friend is in the hospital with a heart virus, something that shouldn’t happen to anyone, let alone anyone who is younger than me. It may be that she is faking to get out of being the parent of a teenage girl for a bit, but I doubt it. I visited today and she really does seem sick. Besides, as teenage girls go, her daughter isn’t half-bad. I know. I raised three of the critters.

Besides, she is really sick. Really. Another friend, Lisa, went with me and Lisa and I always misbehave. Liz laughed at us, and actually admitted to knowing us so she must be getting better. She could have just done the blank stare and pretended we weren’t there.  I am cautiously optimistic. The nurse, aka the manservant, asked us to hang around to keep Liz in bed as she keeps trying to make a run for it. She’s on lots of funny drugs so she forgets that she is hooked up to most of the plastic tubing in the Pacific Northwest. Good thing Lisa is a big strong ex-race car driver. She had to do some serious man-handling at times.

On top of this trauma, I am busy writing a sermon. Well, I’m not writing it yet. But I am actively thinking about it which wears out my brain-injured grey matter causing a different kind of exhaustion.  And today was writer’s group. I’m leading up to a sex scene and my friend Pat knows she will have to read it to the group. (It’s a devil’s bargain, of sorts) So she stopped me short of the scene.

Then Lisa and I made the beloved Jenny go out to dinner with us as punishment for not making us food. We had to recount the entire hospital scene which was tiring. And didn’t get home until past nine.

A busy day. And not one moment spent in gainful employment which means my page count for tomorrow just went up to 150 pages. Which is a lot.

Also, I’ve just been directed to make sure I stay on my own side of the bed tonight. It’s not that I don’t share, I just take my half out of the middle. She really should get over that. But apparently I drove her out of bed last night, onto the couch, and she’s not happy.

So, that’s my day. How was yours?

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