What will J.K. Rowling's Next Book Be About?
|A political faerie story, like she once said. Tiny little faeries running for office.||
|The Scottish Book. All about Scotland.||
|Albus Severus and the Book They Said Would Never Happen||
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ASTI, tell your daughter that the silly god in the pyramid in The Red Pyramid is actually in my town. That empty sports arena shaped like a pyramid is actually sitting in downtown Memphis on the Mississippi River. It is real. They are currently turning it into a Bass Pro Shop with a hotel, bowling alley and restaurant in addition to the retail store. So, it won’t be empty much longer so “what’shisname” will have to move out with all his baboons. I bet you didn’t realize one of the settings in The Red Pyramid books is here in my city.
You can see photos of it by Googling Pyramid Arena Memphis TN.
IRONSOS, I have Christmas stamps. Does that count? I also think I have some Christmas cards. Now I need to apply some ink I suppose.
I am at the same stage…….. I have some Christmas stamps left over from last year and that is as far as I’ve got.
Yes, my daughter does not have her own email address yet, so she’d need to use mine. And don’t worry about spelling!
Christmas cards done and mailed. Yea!. Only had 22 to do.
Luckily The new food store by me has a post office in it.
What is good for hand cramps?
Ironsos Congratulations on being so efficient and organised with your Christmas cards. I’m still dithering over what to do this year as I am having such technical difficulties with the new ink in my printer.
It is 2 degrees below freezing according to my computer weather app, so I’m off to bed with a hot water bottle:)
I have my cards, I have the list and I have blank labels. Now I have to get them all together with stamps. ;)
I may have to take the list to work and work on the labels there. I know I can address the envelopes and stamp them there. ;)
Orthopaedic surgeon gave me a cortisone shot in the shoulder. So far I don’t feel any difference. He is also sending me to therapy. My supervisor is going to love that. ;)
I need to get Christmas Cards. :(
Sunday I will be doing Thanksgiving for my kids. I didn’t get to do it because I was in the ospital and then we went to Texas. I feel so much better. No stones = no pain. :)
I have not seen Breaking Dawn. I had plans to see it with one of the office girls who is a huge fan but I ended up in the hospital. Tomorrow is my niece’s B-Day party and Sunday I’m cooking dinner. So not this weekend either. :(
Today I went out to dinner with my sister Rosie. We missed my other sister a lot but she is in isolation due to her radiation treatment. :( it will be till next Monday till we see her. :(
MM, how much longer does your sister have to do these treatments Have a Happy Belated Thanksgiving! As long as all the people and food are there no one will notice the difference.
I am getting dressed and spackled much too early on a Saturday morning. My Daughters of the American Revolution chapter is celebrating its 120 anniversary. It is the oldest chapter in the state and the second oldest in the country. The “big brass” is coming and we are having luncheon at an historical home in town. My daughter, as president of the Children of the American Revolution chapter associated with our chapter, is the hostess. What that really means she is unpaid labor in a dress for the day. She has to be there early to help set up and then she has to help clear up and since I will be there with her early and late that means I’ll be helping.
Happy Weekend to all! I’m sooooooo behind on grading. I’ve been rather irresponsible this week in terms of getting my work done and working at night.
In other news…how the heck is it December already?!
Dr. Lew That cry is probably coming from every female throat. It is not women’s lot to enjoy December, too much to do, too much to remember and not enough time to organise the perfection that is expected:(
Well, Christmas is my absolute favorite time of the year. December is a horrible busy month for academics, but usually I enjoy it. I get really excited for Christmas. It’s more of a cry over the alarming rate at which this semester FLEW by.
Reading my students’ papers makes me want to kill myself. As well as every high school and college English teaching. I’m supposed to teach scientific writing. NOT just how to effing write.
Sorry, just had to vent before I break up with my BF because reading this crap is making me so pissy.
Wolfie Stopping in New York have you mentioned it to Cordelia or Jen ? I know they both go to New York for different affairs.
I am busy cleaning my table off. I have set down my groceries too many times and left something when putting them away. I want it cleaned off so I can put my table cloth back on. My younger brother is coming tomorrow so we need somewhere to sit and talk. I have put on a pot of beans and ham in the slow cooker. My ham bone is so large that I have to cook the beans in the large cooker.
All of the above was written yesterday. I just clicked on this window and it wasn’t sent. My brother did come and spent most of the day with me. He also brought lunch from an expensive restaurant. He came by himself is why he was able to spend so much time with me. He is arranging for a memorial service for my brother at the end of the month.
DR LEW, sorry you are so stressed out about the papers. It’s too bad you aren’t being compensated for teaching English too. Is there any means of sending the worst offenders back for remedial English compostion? It seems there really should be a means for any professor to call attention to outstanding deficiencies in basic skills before students graduate.
COOLG, I’m glad your brother has stepped in and made the arrangements. That is nice you had a good visit. What did he bring you to eat?
My DAR function was nice.The ladies were wearing their shoulder ribbons with their Patriot bars and state medallions. One lady acted as a recreator of our original founder. We had Dickens Madrigal singers from a local highschool. I was a bit underwhelmed by the quality and quantity of food we were served considering the cost of the luncheon ticket. We were also able to tour the Victorian Era home on the property with the carriage house building where we had our luncheon.
We almost did not make our way to the location on time. As it turns out this was the day of the local marathon which was run in an area which encircled the house we were attempting to reach. I found there was no way to approach the house without crossing the line of runners. We drove in circles and into traps for an hour before we found ourselves at a location where the runners were beginning to thin out. The police officer there was literally walking cars across the street with his hands on the cars and then wildly waving the next car or two through before the next runners approached. When we reached the house we were 45 minutes later than we had been told to appear. The lady who told us when to arrive to work showed up about 10 minutes later than we did.
I found one of the features of the home particularly interesting. It was the first home here to be electrified. Some of the chandeliers were combination gaslight and electric light. Some of the rooms had electric lights in the ceiling and gaslight chandeliers. What I found particularly amusing is the light bulbs were completely exposed, no attempt whatsoever to camoflage them. The fact of having electricity was such a matter of status they had no desire to cover the bulbs which were only used at night and in the presence of guests, thus, the continued presence of gaslights in the house.
Oh, and the last resident of the home lived there from the time she was 12 years old until her death at 98 years old in 1969. she arrived at the home it was already 40 years old. Can you imagine living in the same home for 86 years as it went through all the changes such as electricity and indoor plumbing were added?
Lady Hawke He brought roast beef, green beans cooked with red potatoes, augratin potatoes, corn muffin and for dessert strawberry icebox pie. This restaurant is known for it’s strawberry pie. It was delicious.
My brother who died is next to me only one year older. The brother who came down is next to me only 9 years younger. My other brother who use to take care of family things is not mentally able to do it. He does dialysis 3 times a week and is really not able to do much of any thing. He seems to be getting worse. I told my younger brother that he was going to have to take over as head of the family. He told me he knew this but not to tell my older brother this.
Jennifer is going to take me to the eye doctor. She said I didn’t need to drive since they would put drops in my eyes and I might not see as quickly after. Since she is right so that is one worry. I will probably be able to drive to pick the glasses up.
We are going to go play cards at my MIL’s apartment this afternoon. So, we will pick up some food along the way. That will mean no dinner cooking for me tonight.
I know MM is busy cooking her Thanksgiving dinner. I hope everyone shows up and they have a good day.
It is an overcast day and fairly windyC. It is going to be about 72F (22.2C) today and 73F (22.7C) tomorrow. Until next Monday we will be in the middle 60s (17.2 -19.4C). It isn’t unusual to have unseasonably warm days here in December and January but having more than a week at a time is a bit unusual.
COOLG, the food sounds good. I’ve never had a strawberry icebox pie, just lemon and chocolate. I’m glad you didn’t have resistance from your brother about who was going to be accepting responsibility as head of the family.
I have been receiving Christmas Cards and I haven’t opened one yet. I have a growing pile sitting next to me. I am NOT in the mood. My house is still destroyed and I have no hope of moving back into the bedroom in time to put the Christmas tree up. My DS is resisting the idea. He does not want to go back into the bedroom yet but I can’t clean the house up properly and put the tree up until we do. No matter how much work it is to put the trees up and how tiring it sounds to do so it is not Christmas here without at least the main tree, even if I don’t put up any of the other decorations. Unfortunately, there is currently no place for the main tree or any tree. Every corner is full of stuff we dragged out of the bedroom and cleaned. The place where the main tree goes up is where the air mattresses lean during the day. The idea trying to put up a tree if I can’t clean the house up properly doesn’t appeal. So, I’m stuck not feeling as if it is Christmas without the tree but realizing I can’t put the tree up unless something changes drastically. I’m not in the mood and I don’t have the major components available for getting myself in the mood. I need to do my Christmas Cards but I’m not up to opening the ones that have been delivered. I’m not feeling Bah Humbug. I’m feeling desperate, as if I’m about to miss something, and that depresses me.
I was reading an article in a magazine yesterday. It was saying what you get out of Christmas is directly proportional to what you put into it. So, the stress, hard work and preparations are exactly the things that produce a day, a season, a feeling that is not commonplace and everyday. If you don’t do the decorating, the wrapping and the cooking then it is just a day like any other and feels just as unremarkable as any other day. We won’t be having the family over here for Christmas. No one wants to come here, even if I have the tree up. Everyone wants to give us a wide berth for awhile. So, our Christmas Eve and Christmas Day will be spent at my parent’s house. So, we won’t be doing an extravagent Christmas Eve and we won’t be having Christmas breakfast together. I will have to be here doing a lot of cooking, getting things ready to take to my parent’s house. I can’t imagine doing all that work here alone with things the mess they are and no tree. My daughter is becoming distraut too.
Do not know where it is going when it leaves here but we are supposed to have wet weather
six out of the next days.
Having stove top stuffing and turkey gravy for lunch. Just that and nothing else. sounded good for some reason.
I’ve had such a lovely day today. Daughter and I met up with my sister, in a town midway from where we both live. It was lot of fun, not least watching my daughter eat her way through a three course Italian meal! There was a Christmas market, and choirboys from the Cathedral singing carols, and it was really quite lovely.
As for tomorrow, I am terrified. My piano teacher has organised a little “concert.” Everyone plays a Christmas Carol. Only for an audience of other pupils, but even so………. There is going to be me, and a bunch of kids. Including my own daughter, who I really don’t want to see me make a fool of myself by messing up my Carol. When it goes well it is lovely, but I mess it up often.
I know our teacher has other adult pupils. I just hope there are others there. I can just see all these kids sniggering behind their hands and wondering what on earth I think I am doing.
Lady Hawke, I am sorry you are still living in a house in crisis, and can understand why you are not feeling Christmassy. But, I completely disagree with that article. It is the same as all the Christmas adverts, telling you that you have to spend squillions of pounds/dollars, and spend hours in the kitchen for it to be a “real” Christmas. Who needs the stress?! You’re already stressing, because you can’t have the stress!
The house might be in chaos, the usual traditions are going to have to be rearranged, but you can still have a great Christmas. Why don’t you clear off the pew in your hallway, (dump all the stuff under the dining table for now,) buy a little miniature tree to put on it, hang some fairy lights, and make the hallway a little Christmas grotto? You could even put a few presents around it. Every time you step into the house you’ll be faced with a pretty, happy little Christmas scene.
asti, that little tree plan sounds very good. I agree. Christmas is always there, just waiting to be seen and felt.
flurking on a dreary day
Thunder,lightning,heavy rain. One of my windows really rattles. Have to fix that.
other than that it has been a nice day of watching football
Lady Hawke Don’t you still have the tree(s) at your parents house to do? The little Christmas sounds just about doable. I am sure you will figure out something. Hugs! ;)
We got our first card, too. From Rhiannon. Thank you! ;)
I got my card from Rhiannon too!!
I had a great dinner with my kids. Turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes, desserts. Yummy!! :D
My son and his wife brought me new ultrasounds of the baby. Next year, I told them they had to cook, I will be too busy holding the baby. LOL!!
Off to bed. I have to get up early.
I forgot to tell you. My iPhone was stolen at the soccer game yesterday. Almost 20 years and this is the first time this has happened. We canceled it immediately and thank goodness we had insured it. All we paid for was the deductible. :(
I should get a replacement tomorrow. Ugh. :/
Asti That sounds like a plan to me. I went into the storage room Saturday and got my little tree. I haven’t put it up yet. I am debating on putting it up or just using half of my regular tree. Since the granddaughter’s will not have a place for their tree this year, I will make the effort and put up my Christmas tree. Speaking of granddaughter, she just left for school. I didn not know she was here. She must have came in last night after I fell asleep.
Jennifer bought a beautiful poinsetta. It now sits on my cleaned off table. So it is starting to look like Christmas. I got my Christmas card from Rhianna too. I need to put up my Chistmas card holder so I can put it up.
It must be warmer because it was not cold downstairs. I do not have the heater on. I just took a picture of my poinsetta. I think I have forgotten to take pictures. This is probably the first I have taken of my house since I redid it. I need to find my cord and download the pictures on my camera to the computer.
I picked up an amaryllis bulb in a glass container. It has one sprout that is about an inch tall and a second one, about half that size. It should be the solid deep red when it blooms. I brought it to work. ;)
I forgot my prescription for the therapy, so I will call the doctor’s office in a few minutes to get the name of the therapy place so I can make my first appointment. ;)
My supervisor sprang for a tree. It is new and still in the original box, but I don’t know if he bought it or if he ordered it through the office. His wife is our supply room supervisor. (She makes a very little bit less than I do. So she got a title and an office with a door, but not much of a raise when they gave her the position. And fired her higher paid predicessor.)
Anyway, we are bringing in ornaments to “donate” to the cause. I wonder when it will be set up. ;)
The biggest part of our problem about the Christmas tree issue is that it is more than a decoration for us. Our tree ornaments are the history of our family. Each of the ornaments on our tree and my parent’s tree have been collected over decades. They are individuals and as they come out of their boxes their stories are told, where we were when the ornament was first seen and what was happening in our lives. My daughter will say, “Tell me about that one.” or “Oh, there is the one from…” So, a substitute tree whose purpose is to act as a decoration doesn’t really afford us what is emotionally necessary.
I have bags of dry cleaned clothes on the floor in front of the church pew. The entire house is lined with bags of laundered and dry cleaned blankets, comforters, linens and towels, clothes, etc. I did clean off the church pew last week so there is very little on it, mostlystacks of books that weren’t in the bedroom so they remain at the house and not in the storage locker. So, the pew is now part of the path of the “running frenzies” which take place here. Both the cats and dogs will chase each other across any horizontal surface. They learned to avoid the big tree because I used the electrified shock tree skirt early in their lives to make them realize that messing with that thing was a mistake.
I trotted the idea out about decorating the pew and it did not get any traction. We wouldn’t see a tree in the entry except when coming and going from the front door. We will have my parent’s tree on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day but, unless we can get an okay from my DS to remove ourselves back to our bedroom so I can clean and clear the living room we are out of business. We are strapped for cash this year so going out and finding a smaller substitute tree really isn’t an option. We don’t have the money to spend on a smaller tree. If I could get a smaller tree of decent size I could put it on the end table at the end of the couch and it would be visible to the room but I don’t think it would be safe from the “running frenzies”. They cut right across the couch, running the length of it at breakneck speed. They would take out a tree on the end table.
I had a moment of hope, thinking I would see if my tall skinny tree would go on the end table. We have 13 foot ceilings so the height wouldn’t be a problem. It is that the furry people would take it right off the end table. If the tree came down and I lost my most important ornaments I would have a meltdown.
The tall skinny tree would allow me to hang a portion, but nowhere nearly all, of my meaningful ornaments. There really isn’t a place. Sitting here from my vantage point I see the air mattresses leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. I see a dining room chair parked in front of the fireplace piled with my DS’s bed linens on top of his C-Pap machine with the air pump for the mattresses on the floor next to it and a piano stool holding my DS’s alarm clock next to that. The oversize throw pillows which usually lie on the floor in front of the fireplace are leaning against the wall on the other side. My DS’s large clear storage bags with his clean clothes are on the floor leaning on the coffee table in front of the couch. My DS’s dirty clothes cart with three laundry bags is parked in front of the staircase, next to the back door. The piano is surrounded by bags of laundered items. My bed linens are folded and stacked on the piano bench. My books that were not in the bedroom and, therefore, not condemned to the storage locker are piled on top of the piano. Then, from behind my chair in the living room running into the entry are two more dining chairs in front of a desk with my night things and the clean clothes I put on to take my daughter to school which I will put on to pick her up this afternoon. Beyond that against the wall are my large clear storage bags with my clean clothing. From there to the entry and the front door is the church pew with the floor in front of the pew and the facing wall lined with bags of laundered items.
My DS has overtaken my dining room, using it as his office to do his studying. He needed a place to spread out his study materials and he has spread out all over the room. Before this bedbug thing happened I had made him promise to clear the room for Thanksgiving and Christmas so I could use it for entertaining. Since this chaos has set in he has just deepened his “squatting rights” to my dining room.
Every surface is piled with stuff that currently has nowhere to go. My house is making me wild and Christmas is making it worse.
Thanks for listening to the ranting.