It’s that lovely time of year when strawberries are ripe. Until I moved to the San Joaquin Valley of California, I’d never had such delicious—or huge—ones.
I try to stop at the field stands a few times during each season. And then I make sweetened shortcake and whipped cream and we have a meal of dessert—a child’s dream. Spring is a perfect time for child-like behavior. Spring is a child, don’t you think?
On Sunday, my family celebrated the twentieth anniversary of our Kaitlyn’s birth. I can’t quite wrap my brain around that because she’s my granddaughter. Today, is my third son Joseph’s birthday. He claims he’s thirty-eight, but that’s impossible. Since everyone else is clearly lying about their ages, I’ve decided to be forty-five this year. Yeah, that sounds about right.
Anyway, if you know me, you know I never wear shoes unless forced. As I started to leave for the party on Sunday, I realized I had forgotten to put on glasses and shoes. Unfortunately, I stopped off at my darkened closet before I retrieved my glasses.
Confession: I’m a clutterer. I have a shoe rack, it’s mostly empty because either my shoes are wherever I stepped out of them or piled in front of the shoe rack. So, on Sunday, in my haste and blurriness, I simply slipped my feet into sandals lying next to each other. Obviously, I’m oblivious. This is what I left the house wearing.
Yeah. I did. When did I notice? After I came home.
You know that absent-minded professor stereotype? Does that apply to writers too?
Ok, pretty much the same shape, and you managed the full complement of decorated toes so, I’d say that’s a win 🙂
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Thank you, Suzanne, for always making me feel not quite so stupid. 🙂 What’s with the TPS?
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Ach! I haven’t figured out how to attach a different moniker to my ‘This Personal Space’ blog so posting as TPS there leaked into my whole identity!
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Is that a third blog, Suzanne?
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It’s inching towards being a place for particularly British writing or cultural references. So far, there’s just a story of mine there, but I’m on the verge of inviting submissions. http://thispersonalspace.wordpress.com/. Oh, did I say that out loud?
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Ah. I’m so behind on blog reading—especially when I only receive a tease and have to go online to read the rest. I’ll get there eventually.
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I reckon it will still be there whenever you feel you can get to it 🙂
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Those sandals are cute together. Maybe you’ll start a new fashion trend.
I know a full-time pro writer who regularly forgets to eat. Seriously. She forgets to eat. Friends have to remind her.
I’ve left the house without a bra before, more than once. You know that dream where you walk around in public undressed? That dream doesn’t scare me anymore.
Writers live in multiple words. I think we should be excused for forgetting trivial everyday matters from time to time.
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Yep I’m a trend setter. Best laugh of the day, Ann. 😀
I could do with forgetting to eat. Actually, I did when I was writing Brevity. I don’t have that luxury now, with my husband home expecting three meals a day. And it shows. 😦
Fearless Ann! 🙂
You wrote: Writers live in multiple words. I think you meant “worlds” and agree with your following statement. But it’s also true we live in multiple words. I like the idea of living among words. 🙂
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Ha! I did mean “worlds”. Freudian slip.
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I read this in the car this morning waiting for the rain to subside, and I laughed and laughed–in a good natured way because I can so relate!
Thanks for sharing that 🙂
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I fully intended to make you laugh, Jennifer. 🙂 I laughed too. With our minds in other worlds (as Ann pointed out) how could we not make these mistakes?
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@Linda: That’s hilarious, it took me several looks to realise you were wearing odd sandals. I bet most people didn’t even notice.
@Suzanne: I keep reading your Samuel story, I love it so much but I want more, you need to write a sequel 😉
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@Alannah: 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Suzanne, I’m about halfway through reading your story and I’m afraid by the time I finish, I’ll hate you. But I’ll get over it, and then I’ll just be proud to know you. 😉
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Oooh … I … Aah … Mm … Heck!
Yours sincerely
Stunned of West Sussex
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I love it, and I think it would make a great novella or longer short story 🙂
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I’d have to figure out what the heck’s going on!
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Hopefully Samuel’s wife croaked a while back and Marissa’s hubby runs away to join the circus and thus, Marissa and Samuel can live happily ever 😀
(ooops, apologies to Linda for hijacking her post to ramble…)
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I’m sure none of my family noticed, Alannah. They wouldn’t miss an opportunity to laugh at me. 😉
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Aw bless, glad nobody noticed then 😀
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Just maybe you are ROCKIN a new shoe trend. I see High School girls rockin 2 different colored socks.
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Thanks for the moral support, Renee. You guys are hilarious! 😀
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