List Style

I’ve tried to take a hundred a couple dozen shots of my microwave and decided I didn’t like any of them. But you know what? I do like this:

Even though you can’t really tell what’s going on there. I just like the focus and the light and the mood. Never mind the image. I like to put nice things on top of the microwave, because I think it’s such an ugly appliance. You can see here what’s actually there now. I wish I had managed a good shot from the other side — the tea towel has little cross-stitched Scottie dogs.
Anyway, who care about microwaves? Here are some other things you may or may not care about:
– I don’t eschew rock, or anything (far from it!), but I think the first movement of Beethoven’s 7th Symphony is probably one of my favourite pieces of music. Listening to it very loudly in my car is pretty much as good as eating chocolate cake cheesecake. Doing both at once would cause a terrible accident, obviously. But what a way to go.
– I started volunteering at a clothes closet, helping sort clothes. AND I went to my National Night Out get-together. I’m becoming an upstanding citizen, me.
– I wrote and illustrated an entire zine last weekend, and now I can’t remember how to get it to print properly. I’ve tried a million combinations of settings, and what’s worse is that I wrote myself instructions last time — and now I can’t find them! The zine is about my garden and is narrated by Beany. OH, THE DEMAND, IF ONLY I HAD THE SUPPLY!
– I’m getting a chest freezer delivered on Monday. To fill with ice cream. I’ll be able to keep soup and cakes and currently-in-season produce AND still find things in my regular freezer. I really wanted an upright freezer, because a chest freezer? — good for storing half a deer in. But the soy patties will get all mixed up with the containers of veggie chili, and how will I ever reach the loaves of homemade bread if they sink to the bottom? Still — much freezer excitement.
– After long deliberation, I picked The Grasmere Journal off my shelf to read before bed (by Dorothy Wordsworth — that drawing of her! What a sad sack! I love it.). Honestly, you’d think I just sit around all day, listening to classical music and reading about the daily lives of Romantic poets’ sisters, but no. Coincidence. But the book did make me really miss the Lake District. Oh, to be aimlessly wandering around Windermere on a cool morning. During the off season, obviously.
– Quick, think of something to end with so people don’t think I’m obnoxiously cultured. Did I mention the zine? Narrated by my cat?
There, I think that’s restored balance.