This was such a long and dreary work week. Dreary enough to incite a lot of daydreaming…dreary enough to cause me to lose track of time…which left me weary enough to forget my purse in the bottom drawer of my desk as I made a mad dash for the last bus home. When I discovered that my purse was missing, and my bus pass along with it, I panicked…naturally. Realizing where I had left it only made the situation marginally better. I had to suffer through the mortification of explaining to the bus driver why I could not pay my fare. What a wonderful beginning to the weekend!
Actually, I’m in good spirits and looking forward to spending a lot of time doing very little.
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As I mentioned earlier, I’m reading Charlotte Bronte’s novel, Villette. I am reluctant to acknowledge any affinity for the main character who is practically the inverse of every hero/heroine I’ve ever read about. Ok, there have been plenty of MC’s who display little enthusiasm for adventure–Bilbo Baggins, for instance; however, this Lucy Snowe suffers from more inhibitions than anyone I’ve ever met. Yet, I have to admit, I have felt like she does in the following passage:
I smiled; but I also hushed a groan. Oh!–I wished he would just let me alone–cease allusion to me. These epithets–these attributes I put from me. His “quiet Lucy Snow,” his “inoffensive shadow,” I gave him back; not with scorn, but with extreme weariness; theirs was the coldness and the pressure of lead; let him whelm me with no such weight. Happily, he was soon on another theme.
Reading this nearly made me cry…
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I hosted a dinner party yesterday. Preparing for it was nerve-wracking because I’m not the most confident of cooks. I haven’t cooked often enough to know when something looks, smells, or feels done. Should the bacon be smoking before I remove it from the burner? I learned that it shouldn’t. Oh, Robert, dear, would you like a plate of carbon? I made it myself! The logistics of preparing a well-balanced meal taxed me severely. How do you know when to cook what? or how much time each item will require? How do you save face when your kitchen fills with fire and brimstone? I warned everyone that we might be ordering take-out if any major disasters occurred. They laughed, but I was 100% serious. I served them steaks (unintentionally prepared Cajun-style, i.e. blackened), twice-baked potatoes (i.e. overcooked) and a pasta salad (which wasn’t all that bad). Because I have such nice friends, they ate every last bit and declared it delicious. I’m hoping no one suffers from food-poisoning 
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