Today at work one of my Solstice MFA fellows came by the store! Geographically this is very cool. He's from Oregon but is driving through to Montana and stopped at Post Falls to hug and squeeze none other than me! K introduced me to his wife and four kids (aged: baby, 2, 4, and 6). Apparently when they were driving up, his wife said, "Do you guys wanna meet one of Daddy's friends?" To which their replied, "yes." But when I rushed out of the store to come and greet them, the eldest, a daughter, cried, "But she's a girl!" I thought that was pretty cute. Yes. Daddy's can in fact have friends that are girls.
But not only was my sex a surprise, I was also of great interest to the second eldest, a son, who asked what my medal was for. I was wearing a pretty cameo necklace that I had borrowed from Hannah. It was strung on a pretty white ribbon about my neck and I guess the shape of it reminded him of award medals. Because when I cocked my head, he asked again, "What did you win that medal for?" I wasn't sure what to say but I told him I won it by wrestling it away from Hannah, ergo it was a wrestling medal. To which he was pretty impressed.
They weren't able to stay long but it really did make my day! Aside from K's surprise visit to the store my day was filled with helping pre-teens and teens find starter bars. I swear today must have been drag your daughter to get fitted day, alternately known as "Please, honey, you can't wear shitty sports bras the rest of your life!" I fitted three girls - there was a fourth but she didn't let me fit her and she was an absolute sour puss and hated all of our bras (what she really wanted was a Victoria's Secret bra to push up her knockers and ours were just too practical for her). A couple of the girls I fitted though were a real delight to work with and they went home with a good selection of cute but supportive bras and some matching panties!
After work I came home and ate all the things. I ate several slices of a crumb cake that our friend, C, left here as well as a very good sized portion of biscuits and gravy. I don't even know how I fit it all in there. I'll chalk it up to period binge and try to eat with greater balance tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, I need to get it over with because I really need a day to just work on homework. Apparently Monday (my day off) is going to be filled with Kroc exercise, plasma donation, and getting new tags for the car. This translates into a long ass day. I also have to go to the library for a while on Monday and pick up some new books and drop off an old one - that book being Zombie.
E told me not to read Zombie by Joyce Carol Oates, so of course I immediately went off and read it. I actually really liked it. There was one part that made me a little sick (the very graphic description and visual aide of lobotomy) but other than that I found the gore and sexual violence to be just disturbing enough to make the point but not over the top. Overall it was just a heartbreaking novel and written well enough that I found myself empathizing with the killer as well as his victims, his zombies. I actually really want to own this book. There's one line in it that I almost want tattooed on me: "If you had a heart, that is how it would be broken." Now that I've read a book that wasn't actually on my reading list, I suppose it's time to get down to business with the ones that are. Currently I'm reading Structuring Your Novel by Meredith. And it's kind of amazing. I'm doing all the exercises in it to map out my Death Man novel and I'm already excited to use it to map out my other novels, too.
Ugh, of course you liked it. I'm usually ok with gore and violence, but that book was too close to his consciousness for my liking, especially since he didn't have a credible reason, aside from sex slave. Pretty sure one could find consensual sexual partners other ways...
ReplyDeleteAw, so cute that K came to visit! At first I was like, "Who lives in Oregon?" Haha all I could remember was our boy JCB who lives in WA.
Yay for mapping out novels!
Boo for stupid teens! Trust me, honey, eventually they'll prop your chin up all on their own, without support, and then you'll be wishing there was a way to put them elsewhere. I'll work on that. Detachable Breasts: For when you only have errand-type things to do that day, and possibly some running. Or else: When you don't want someone pawing at your chest because you have other things to do/on your mind. Just take those puppies off and leave them in a convenient spot/with a convenient person. I shall make millions.