Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Friday, June 04, 2010

A busy morning

I logged on to the free-lance site and found that all three of my articles have been accepted. Woohoo! I have passed probation and now can sign up for as many as 10 titles at a time. They have cool pie charts that show how many of your pieces have been revised or rejected or accepted without editorial change (I want THAT color in my pie!) So this morning I wrote and submitted, How to Make Rum Balls. Then I went and weighed in. I am up .4 lbs. today but that's no biggie. I tend to go two steps forward, then a half step back when it comes to weight loss.

Then I met DB for tea and, while there, heard two lines I had to share with you. First, from a pretty young thing. "So I just ignored my parking tickets and all of a sudden I owe over three hundred dollars. It's too bad that irresponsibility has to be so expensive."

And, from a woman of a certain age, "I'm not crazy but I need a lot of medication."

Amen, sister!

Oh, and is it true that Medicare will pay for Viagra but not for mamograms? Love this little coffee shop / bakery. I overhear the most interesting stuff!

I'm tall enough to easily see over the top of the bakery cases and watch what goes on in the bakery proper. It was like watching a well-oiled machine. This guy was running bread through the slicer and bagging it. That guy was putting together salads for the lunch rush, and the fellow behind him was measuring out flour into a vat big enough to bathe a five-year-old child. The young woman by the wall was piping rosettes on a big white cake. The gal at the center table was slapping chocolate frosting onto a little cake that would serve four. the woman in the back was emptying and re-filling the dishwasher. The counter girls would dart through the melee like dragonflies among the bull-rushes, to the walk-in-cooler in back where the pre-ordered pastries await their lucky customers. The guy with the rack of bagged bread held overhead would lean this way on his way to the back room, the counter-girl with the cake-box lifted high would lean that way on her way to the front,and they would pass like dancers in a choreographed ballet. It was a thing of beauty.

Now to think about more titles, and to watch "The Tudors" on I-Tunes while I spin a bit. "The Tudors" is full of naked breasts and graphically depicted sex scenes. (For example, Mary Bolyen is on her knees in front of King H. We see her toy with the lacings on his breeches, then the camera focuses in on his face. He smiles, then his eyes get wide, then roll shut. His head tilts back, and his mouth drops open and he groans.)

And yet - the machinations of the various characters, the fabulous costumes, the magnificent sets and gorgeous locations, the rich, complicated characterizations make it so much more than a sexy pseudo- history romp. I'm totally hooked!


  • At 9:16 PM , Anonymous tlbwest said...

    Don't know about Medicare - but it is very true that many health insurance policies will pay for Viagra, etc., but neither mammograms nor contraception. The reason seems pretty obvious, doesn't it? Who still rules the world? And which of these things, when inaccessible/unaffordable, costs society as a whole more?
    A rhetorical question.

  • At 4:14 AM , Blogger KnitTech said...

    I mainlined Fringe this week. Now I'm totally pissed the new season hasn't started.

  • At 6:17 AM , Blogger Donna Lee said...

    The billboard ads for the Tudors really emphasized that aspect of the show. Lots of lovely bodies...

    I love bakeries. Not just for the pastries (although they are wonderful) but to watch. I read on an online comics site, "baking is science for hungry people" so in my mind bakers are scientists of the finest kind.

  • At 12:33 AM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    WOOOT! on the accepted articles-- that's awwewewwsssome! And we watched like, ten episodes of Castle today... no Jonathan Rhys-Meyers getting blown by sweet young thing, but, well, you can't have everything in your snappy dialog, can you?


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