{"id":2762,"date":"2021-02-06T15:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-02-06T21:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2021\/02\/06\/minutiae-2\/"},"modified":"2022-07-08T15:24:59","modified_gmt":"2022-07-08T13:24:59","slug":"minutiae-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2021\/02\/06\/minutiae-2\/","title":{"rendered":"MINUTIAE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The thing about trying to be better and more frequent about posting here is that I feel obligated to have something to say. Content. A subject. And when you aren&#8217;t going anywhere or doing anything, it&#8217;s hard to fill up a post with content. Nothing happening equals nothing to write about. Of course, that&#8217;s not really true. I AM doing things, but they&#8217;re repetitive and boring, mostly. I AM going somewhere, but it&#8217;s just the grocery store.<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;m obviously no Emily Dickinson, holed up in my house, thinking deep thoughts and translating them into poetry on scraps of paper. I don&#8217;t even know where my inkhorn IS. I ration my household chores, making sure not to do everything all in one day, but pacing things out so I have occupation when I&#8217;m not working my day job. Doing chores is rewarded by slug intervals, sofa-sitting: reading, watching something, playing TwoDots. <\/p>\n<p>Today, I have stripped and washed the bed linens, walked for 20 minutes on the treadmill, emptied the garbage cans, investigated the design of a gift certificate for a friend&#8217;s business, unpacked this week&#8217;s order of HelloFresh, and scrubbed the bathtub. Tomorrow: emptying recyclables, filling bird feeders, watering plants, cleaning bathroom cabinets and writing a letter to my best friend (which is way overdue), along with the daily treadmill 20.<\/p>\n<p>This morning, I finished rereading 3 books I love, plus a new one from the same author set in the same world (Kirstin Cashore&#8217;s <i>Graceling<\/i> books), and after lunch, I started rereading <i>Dune<\/i>. Martin has just finished listening to the first three <i>Dune<\/i> books for the first time, and is starting the fourth and told me to read them again because he wants to talk about them and it&#8217;s been so long since I last read them that there&#8217;s a lot I don&#8217;t remember. I can&#8217;t remember now if he started reading <i>Dune<\/i> on my recommendation, exactly, but with his Audible subscription most of the books that are available for free are old classics, and <i>Dune<\/i> was one of them. <\/p>\n<p>The sun is shining and I will go for a walk around the neighborhood in a little while to take advantage of it. It&#8217;s REALLY cold here, and has been all week, below 0 mostly and all the way down to -7 yesterday. That didn&#8217;t stop the <i>hemglass<\/i> (ice cream) truck from its scheduled rounds. We heard the theme music blasting away as it pulled up in front of our house yesterday afternoon, which made me laugh. Brrr! I can&#8217;t imagine their sales during this kind of weather are very good, but they are still coming round, so what do I know?<\/p>\n<p> It&#8217;s -3.5 right now but the sky is solid blue and the sun is slanting across the pattern-peppered snow in the backyard. Every bird for miles around, plus all the neighborhood cats, and one apparently very large rabbit, have visited, judging by the footprints they&#8217;ve left behind. Every inch of the snow-covered big backyard is pocked with foot-shaped holes. It will be weird immersing myself in a book about a desert planet: hot and sandy. Truly alien!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The thing about trying to be better and more frequent about posting here is that I feel obligated to have something to say. Content. A subject. And when you aren&#8217;t going anywhere or doing anything, it&#8217;s hard to fill up a post with content. Nothing happening equals nothing to write about. Of course, that&#8217;s not really true. I AM doing things, but they&#8217;re repetitive and boring, mostly. I AM going somewhere, but it&#8217;s just the grocery store. 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