Thursday, Sept. 24, 2009
1:04 p.m.
A really long entry about everything under the sun.
I'm eating the pasta now, and still have a million things rolling through my brain, none of which have anything to do with The Book, which I should be working madly on.
Let me explain.
We've decided, B and I, that neither of us is cut out for the working world, that is, the world where you have to go to a JOB where someone else tells you what to do. Day in, day out drudgery. There's nothing either of us WANT to do, as in career, that would be meaningful or that we're passionate enough about to want to go through the idiocy of the daily work environment. The one exception for B would be carpentry, which likely means the carpentry union, which only accepts apprentices under age 36, which B will be in May. It's worth a shot, though, but neither of us is really expecting it to pan out.
If it doesn't, B's ultimate dream is to build things - cabinetry, furniture, sculptural things - out of wood.
My dream is to write fiction for a living. Our dream, combined, is for me to be able to stay home with our future babies and write books while he putzes in his shop, creating odds and ends from wood. He'd then sell them out of a little storefront, which we'd only have to open up a few days a week, because (naturally) his stuff will be in such high demand. Our house will be a lovely thing, with a great wraparound porch, and a private lake, with a dock for fishing and an area for swimming. We'd have lots of acres of woods, perfect for hunting deer and other things my hubby likes to stalk. Through those same woods I would create walking trails and random garden bursts, but my main garden will be by the house - rows of crazy flower combinations, mixed with herbs and vegetables. And fruit trees. We'd have great neighbors, but they wouldn't live too close, just close enough. We'd have lots of room for entertaining, and a little guest cabin for overnighters, as well as a place for me to escape and write when need be.
There. That doesn't seem too far reaching does it? *smirk*
All I have to do now is finish The Book, and get it published, so we can move on with our DREAM and both stop going to our crappy jobs.
We're also back to trying to conceive again, which I'm not so paranoid about anymore. It's amazing how the mind shifts when it's about something bigger than just you. I have no cravings for cigarettes (lately I've been fighting that battle almost daily). I have few cravings for wine, and on the rare occasion I've indulged, it's been only a glass. I've been *gasp* eating breakfast, and proper meals, and taking my vitamins regularly. Aye. I feel super healthy, aside from my blubbery middle, which seems to be expanding since the one thing I'm not doing is exercising. I think I have to accept, finally, that I am one of those people who, no matter how healthfully or little food I eat, if I don't exercise daily, will blow up like a whale.
So, I think I've gotten the bulk of my random thought out. :)
Off for another stab at writing.
P.S. The pasta's great. Here's the recipe (though I used garlic instead of ginger and canola instead of sesame oil).
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