Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing is on vacation, so I did an old one I clicked on at random. I also forgot to post this last night so as soon as I post it, I will post another. Double the fun!

I am looking forward to:

My week off at the end of the month. I need it desperately.

Least favorite words:

Moist. It just sounds gross.

Demure. No, I don’t care about the meme. I’ve hated that word since the teachers in high school said that if our dresses were not “sufficiently demure,” we wouldn’t be allowed in at prom. It was 1984. Little did the teachers know what prom dresses in 2024 would look like.

Lovemaking. It’s the Drakkar Noir of terms for sex: Too much and used by smarmy guys. It’s sex. SEX, okay? SEX. You can use the word SEX.

If I ruled the world:

People wouldn’t be allowed to use the three words above.

Favorite websites and blogs:

They’re personal journals and I don’t blab secrets.

Things I do for myself:

Work out. Avoid the sun. Don’t smoke. Eat right (or try to). Pursue hobbies. Maintain a social circle.

Weekly rituals:

I don’t really have any, unless you count laundry.

DIYs I want to try:

I don’t have any in mind. Every once in a while I get the urge to buy a piece of furniture to put together but that’s about it.

On my shopping list:

Canned vegetables. No joke. I live in the D.C. area. I sense unrest coming when he gets in there. I wouldn’t be surprised if the country ends up under martial law at some point. I’ve already started stocking up. Fresh and frozen will go bad after some time in the event of a power outage. Canned veggies you just have to rinse and eat.

Places to see in your town:

In my county, Arlington National Cemetery. In D.C., the Smithsonian museums, the monuments, the Kennedy Center, and all the fun non-touristy places I’d take you to if only you’d come to visit your Auntie Zen.

Road trip must-haves:

Powdered or chocolate-covered mini-donuts. I don’t know why, but it’s not a road trip unless you have those.

Guilty pleasures:

I don’t believe in those. Anything you enjoy is a bit of self-care, whether it’s sleeping late, reading trashy fiction, or eating dessert. Despite what certain religions tell you, we are not here to suffer.

Things I’d rather be doing right now:

Skiing. Hiking. Stargazing out in a meadow. Birdwatching. Burning down the patriarchy.

Books I’d like to read this year:

Let’s go with next year.

The Eric Carr Story, by Greg Prato. about the second drummer for Kiss, who just seemed like a really cool guy. He died too young, just 40 years old, the same day Freddie Mercury died.

The Serpent and the Pearl and The Lion and the Rose, both by Kate Quinn. She did a great job with the Empress of Rome series, so I’d love to see how she handles the Borgias.

And this bad boy right  here, as I’ve never read any Lovecraft and the few oddball pages I’ve skimmed here and there look fantastic.

A book, The Complete Cthulhu Mythos Tales by H.P. Lovecraft.

Lessons learned:

Take people as they are, or don’t take them.

You don’t owe anyone any explanations for your choices in life, such as whether to date, marry, or have children; whether you have a religion; who you voted for; your career path or lack thereof; and how you spend your free time. Add how you spend your money to that if you’re single and kid-free.

Shared DNA does not imply family.

No job is worth sacrificing your health, peace, relationships, or interests for.

The United States is not the greatest country in the world. I don’t know which one is, but we’re definitely NOT.

Vacations to take:

Italy. Finland. France. Wherever my hiking group decides to go. Right now Bulgaria seems to be hot. Would like to see more of Poland. England. Germany. Norway. The Netherlands. Iceland. Austria. Hungary. I could go on.

I’ve given up on posting a snowflake a day. I’ll post them as I finish them. As for Christmas, here are some poinsettias from the staff lounge at work. Note how there is no t after the n in poinsettia. That’s one of those holiday-related peeves of mine.

Poinsettias on a holiday table.

Boo-kends

I’m not much into decor, at least for myself as I’m terrible at putting interiors together (bad Libra, BAD), but when I saw these bookends, I had to get them.

They sit on my bachelors dresser, holding my growing collection of Barnes & Nobles Collectibles Editions and a few other books.

I call the one on the left Edgar and the one on the right Allan. Seems fitting for the subject matter of most of those books. I’m about halfway through a novel I’m reading, and then I’m going to read the Lovecraft. I’ve never read any Lovecraft before, but the first paragraph of the first tale, “Dagon,” has me chomping at the bit.

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realize, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death.

Heck, maybe I’ll just read that tonight, since I had to take the book off the shelf anyway. “Dagon” is only a few pages long.

I saw my bookends while picking out these for a buddy’s birthday last summer.

She put them to very good use.

An doll in Egyptian clothes with two cat bookends.
Image: Kada Walden

She collects Barbies (although the one above is a Monster High doll, the Howliday Cleo de Nile), so if you’re into that, check out her awesome YouTube. In fact, even if you’re not into Barbie, check out her awesome YouTube, especially if you love spooky season. Her Halloween display is a thing of beauty, dark, delicious beauty.

Speaking of things dark and delicious, here’s today’s candy, good ol’ M&Ms. My friend is so elegant, I couldn’t put something tacky, crummy-but-good, or flat-out terrible below her video.