I Am This Woman

There have been many many blog ideas come and go in the past few days. I cannot spend the time to do justice to any of them. I’m leaving for Africa on Monday, and my experience with international travel is that, despite global economy, it is unlikely that a Walgreen’s will be on every corner. Plus if there is a “chemist shop” or “Apotheke” or “medisyne,” things will cost a gazillion poker chips and I’ll only have the blue ones and not the required red ones. So if I want a band-aid, it’s good to have one on hand. We are also taking an emergency jar of peanut butter. If all else fails, there is some kind of bread wherever we might be stranded, or we can eat it with our fingers.

So here are those blog ideas, in raw kernel form, for the silo:
I Am This Dog: a little spiel about Lucy and how she’s fitting in. How she’s not anything like Sasha Queen of Dogs, who had a great sense of humor but was a bit standoffish. No, Lucy is more like the Elizabeth during the reign of Bloody Mary, all obsequy, compliance and sweetness, with hidden fire. However, she, like Sasha, will lick up the bathwater on the edge of the tub, and then proceed to dry your arm off as well.

Ruby Red: the magic of clicking with creative people when there are just enough ruby red martinis in the room. I attended a mediabistro.com networking party, and found immediate creative juice with people who work in my field, though not in my industry. It was quite fun, and I have some new contacts to develop as I proceed into my freelance career. (Ruby red martini = vodka and ruby red grapefruit juice, freshly squeezed, shaken and strained with a cherry.)

RTFM: I succumbed to reading the manual for my new cell phone. It’s not that I have teh dumb, it’s just that some engineer somewhere makes the decision of where to put things in the menus, and it’s NOT INTUITIVE. Please please have the person who writes the manual also help out with these menu decisions? KTHXBAI.

Hide the Stash: (No, not THAT kind of stash.) My yarn stash has been dominating the bedroom for quite some time. It’s calling to me, tempting me to start new projects, acquire new product, seek new patterns. ENOUGH. I call a HALT. The stash will be lovingly organized and labeled in bins, tucked into closets and drawers, and the works in progress will be at hand for those moments of knitting enjoyment. I run the stash, and don’t you skeins forget it!

There might be another blog post before departure, but with the list of things to do growing and things not getting crossed off, my attention must be elsewhere. I may or may not have connectivity on the journey. Either one will be good. And yes, there will be perhaps 500 to 1000 photos, if I know myself. Might even take a film camera to give the lad something to do with his hands.