4.29.2011

A Familiar Melody and other stories

When I get tired of the chill and rain, I can be grateful for the flowers. And that Bellingham has not had tornadoes or floods or tsunamis or earthquakes, or even the blizzard MissPhotographerB said Bozeman got last night.

Still... I'm ready for shorts and sandals and a blanket out on the lawn and gin-and-tonics and barbecue. Warm, peaceful, summery things.

May peace and good weather come to us all, especially to those affected by the recent disasters.

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Maia, having gotten herself made into the bed:




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A few days ago, Lou put Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade into the CD player. The familiar melody sent me deep into my Documents folder—it's always been on the playlist for my half-finished old novel. This week, I'm back in a world of mist-blanketed waters and animals with strange abilities and a mysterious woman with long black hair.

I'm loving it.

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While I'm not much into celebrity—I don't even watch the world for J.K. Rowling news—I will admit to hunting up pictures of the royal wedding this morning. Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Cambridge is just so pretty.

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Writers' link of the week: Kiersten White gives us an artistic representation of the writing life. I love every last frame.

But since I'm getting backed up on awesome writing links again, here's a second: Colson Whitehead on why you can't blame the internet for your procrastination. He's right. And a couple of times, he's actually inspired me to hold off on websurfing.

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Music and funny together again: For some reason, I never saw the Muppets perform Bohemian Rhapsody until today. If you're like me, here's your way out of the cave. You're welcome.



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Theoretically, we should have a quiet weekend. According to various weather sites, the sun is also supposed to come out. Oh, how I hope it does. I want to see the sun. And the stars.

Wait—I see a tiny patch of blue...

Happy weekend, everybody!

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