I have been a bit frazzled lately, so please accept this belated post with my apologies.
I haven’t been great about recording delights recently, which isn’t to say there haven’t been delights, just that I have been remiss, but here’s what I have since my last delights post.
March 5:
I had been low-key dreading a meeting I had to run, but when I did it, it was better than expected and I felt competent, which is not always the case.
I got a really great critique on a piece of writing from the teacher of a class. It wasn’t that the piece was perfect - she gave some really good feedback about places it could be better, but I could tell she really liked it and that was a confidence boost.
March 6:
Pizza and beer. That’s it, that’s the post.
March 7:
Pippin tossed a toy around the living room - I had to watch out for the projectile, but it was funny and he was having a great time.
March 11:
I was out in Oregon to see my parents for about a week. I made a fire in the wood stove that met with Lindy’s approval. (Lindy is a dog, and she is very particular about the quality of fires. When I was there in November/December, she was very disappointed with my efforts.)
March 12:
I discovered that the New Orleans Public Library’s non-resident cards give access to Libby, so now I can check out books and read them on my Kobo! (My public library has two e-book platforms, but neither is compatible with my e-reader, and the selection of books isn’t what I’m into. CloudLibrary is great for audiobooks, though!)
I got a call with very good news.
March 13:
I checked out a book for my e-reader!
I took a nice walk.
March 14:
My mom and I did a little bookstore tourism at Roundabout Books & Cafe (corrected link).
I read the phrase “introvert with a big personality” online and have decided this is the description of myself I will use going forward.
March 15:
When we got back from the bookstore the day before, a shelf talker (the little tags on bookstore shelves that draw your eye to a title) fell out of my coat. I must have brushed up against it and pushed it into my pocket. I was a thief! To make amends, I went back to the bookstore to ‘fess up and return the shelf talker; this caused much laughter on the part of the store’s staff.
Also, some links!
I love, love, love this story about Tommy Orange visiting a high school classroom.
The Atlantic has some advice about how to stop complaining. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good bitch-fest, but I have come to realize that a lot of the time complaining just makes me feel worse.
This is a wild ride: “I Think My Husband is Trashing My Novel on GoodReads”
An interesting essay by someone who is writing a novel about her son’s mental illness. Who can tell what story?