I haven’t done a Deep Smit posting in a good long time, but I am in love with– of all things– an Old Spice commercial.
Two tickets to that thing you love!
So, I had to coordinate a series of interviews today for a new doctor in my department. I offered to take her to lunch afterward, but she needed to leave for an afternoon shift. Which left me all ready to go to lunch, but completely on my own.
This doesn’t happen often. Due to the nature of my work schedule and home life, I am *never* left to my own devices but free to go out to lunch. So I decided to have sushi.
I heart sushi, but I rarely get to eat it as my husband has decided it’s a) overpriced and b) liable to give you worms. He will not listen to reason on either of these points. Never mind that I’m a doctor. He’s convinced. And he never sees any sense in giving up a good theory just because it isn’t true.
Since I was eating alone, I thought I’d bring a book in with me. Cuz, well… I like books. And cuz you never look pathetic eating alone if you have something to do.
As it happens, I was between books and ready to start something new. Next on the TBR deck? The Time-Traveler’s Wife. Yes, I know I’m a bit behind. 🙂
So I’m sitting, slurping miso soup and snarfing sushi, reading the opening of TTTW. And a thought pops into my head… I am channeling moonrat.
I finished the prologue and the first chapter between pieces of maki. Then I drained my green tea mug and made for the door.
I had only begun pulling out of the parking lot, when I was struck by a powerful urge for a Dairy Queen cone. And since I was already being decadent with the sushi-for-one, I decided to roll with that urge. I can’t remember the last time I had one.
I seriously considered tweeting moonrat to ask if she had a thing for soft serve, but I restrained myself.
A few hours later, while I waited for dinner to cook, I picked up the novel where I had left off… where Henry meets Clare for the first time (for her).
And I read this:
“Well, they have to eat each other; they can’t go to Dairy Queen and get a large vanilla cone with sprinkles, can they?” This is Clare’s favorite thing to eat in the whole wide world (as a child. As an adult Clare’s favorite food is sushi…)
Now, okay, fine… I went with a large chocolate cone, but it’s still a bit deja vu-ish, don’tcha think?
So today seemed to be a fairly ordinary day until I left my house.
Then things got a little weird. I couldn’t explain them at first, but I think I’ve finally hit upon the reason.
Today is a day of celebration in the animal kingdom. Today the fauna are honoring… The Chicken.
And how DO you honor the chicken? Well, by PLAYING chicken, naturally.
During my commute to work this morning, I slammed on brakes, swerved violently into other lanes of traffic to avoid:
Every one of these animals ran and/or flew directly into the path of my car. Many of them then froze and stared at me as I approached. Every single one of these animals played Chicken. And it wasn’t just me, either, lest you think I’m some sort of unwitting Disney princess. I also was forced to swerve on several occasions in reaction to other drivers avoiding collision with partying animals.
You may notice that, although various woodland creatures celebrate this holiday, it is far more important to birds, which seems natural, given the background of the celebrant.
So, if you’re headed onto the roads, keep an eye out for animal celebrators who might just try to play Chicken with YOU!
On Monday night, my husband purchased a drink for a newly agented author at a bar near our house. Furthermore, Mr. Kiddoc informed me this author was “a cute redhead.”
But I am not the least bit jealous.
Because I am that newly agented author.
I’m so excited to be working with Katie, and can’t wait to get The Edge of Memory out on submission!
I’ll be working hard to make that happen, so if I seem uncharacteristically quiet here on Trying to Do the Write Thing, you’ll know why.
Parts of the last few days have given me the urge to raise my hands over my head and whoop as I fly down the highway with the top down.
And, although I do have long hair appropriate for flying in the breeze, you will not find me engaging in such activity for a number of reasons:
So, you will not see me out there. But, on the inside, I’ll be whooping it up in the wind. 😉
My husband, affectionately known around these parts as “Mr. Kiddoc,” has baffled me for years.
He can make things disappear without a trace. Give him a set of keys or a remote control or a scrap of paper with a phone number on it and– in under a minute– it will be gone. He won’t even need to leave his chair.
Many times I’ve marveled at his ability to lose things. He can be holding his wallet one minute and asking for help finding it the next. And he has a bad leg… it’s not like he can speed in and out of my line of sight.
I’ve often told him the CIA should hire him to make things disappear.
Well, recently it happened again. He was sitting in the family room. I handed him the phone and a refrigerator magnet with the phone number of our local pizza joint so he could order our dinner. I then returned to the kitchen. Mr. Kiddoc never moved from the sofa. I could see the top of his head through our pass through.
And yet, by the time he hung up the phone, the magnet was missing.
We dug deep into the sofa cushions, but no dice. The magnet was gone.
A few hours later, I stumbled across it. About 15 feet away from where he was sitting, on the hearth of our fireplace.
I should add that the magnet is shaped like a slice of pizza and therefore disinclined to roll.
My BFF and I finally put it together. There is only one possible explanation.
My husband can create wormholes.
They are, evidently, quite weak, allowing only the transfer of small objects a few feet in any direction. But perhaps now that he knows, he’ll be able to hone his skills.
We can only hope he will use his powers for good. *snort*
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If you’re a regular reader here, you may have noticed I’ve been uncharacteristically quiet lately. There are a number of reasons for that, some of which I hope to share soon.
But in the meanwhile, one of my favorite non-publishing blogs, Cake Wrecks, had done a special Sunday Sweets Edition on books!
You must check it out the Reading Rocks post on Cake Wrecks. Like, right this minute would be good.
Everything is coming together! *snort*
And you’re welcome. 🙂