Tag: Michelle Kwan

It Couldn’t Have Been Any Better

Monday and the official start of my sixty-third year.

I decided to take the day off yesterday. Yeah, I decided that on Saturday, too, and you know what? I’m a big boy and I get to make those kinds of decisions for myself because I am a functioning (okay, barely) adult. I made meatballs for dinner, and had picked up slices of cheesecake as a birthday treat for us both (brownie cheesecake, at that). I read some short stories and did the dishes, but for the most part I spent the day gloriously and not feeling guilty about not doing anything. I mean, if you can’t do nothing on your birthday, what kind of life are you living in the first place? We started watching a show called Turn of the Tide, set on the Azores Islands, which is a crime show in which during a storm drug dealers on a boat lose their cargo and a hard-luck (but super hot) local young man (Portuguese actor Jose Condessa–google image search and thank me later) manages to find the bulk of it, planning on selling it so he and his friends can get off the islands. It will undoubtedly go south–there wouldn’t be a show otherwise–and I also couldn’t help thinking, “this is a noir show, where desperate people are going to commit crimes in an attempt to make their lives better–and isn’t that a good definition of noir in the first place?”

I slept really well, not quite fully awake just yet this morning. I didn’t really want to get up when the alarm went off this morning, but here I am, swilling coffee and wondering about my friends in Southern California. I did get a birthday text late last night from a friend who lives in Palm Springs (hello, Marco!) so I had to assume they had power and were safe from the storm. Tonight after work I have to run some errands on the way home–mail mostly, don’t really need to make groceries tonight, but I do need to start making another grocery list for the next time, and we’re going to go to Costco this weekend, too, I think. Maybe even to see if we can get the refrigerator–perish the thought and stop the madness. We also still don’t have a cat, and if we don’t get one this weekend we won’t be getting one for a while. When I get back from Bouchercon, I am having oral surgery and this Wednesday I am meeting with the orthopedic surgeon to try to get the process for my bicep repair surgery started. I also need to call Costco to see if I can get a hearing aids appointment scheduled, too; it would be too much to hope for to be able to get it scheduled during our trip there this weekend, wouldn’t it?

I’m not really sure what’s on my agenda for the week, to be honest, other than going into the office and having that doctor’s appointment on Wednesday. I had some thoughts about short stories I am working on yesterday, which was super awesome–I love when knotty problems untie themselves in my mind during creative riffing. I usually just open a journal and start scribbling whatever pops into my mind–and yesterday, the answer to another unfinished short story popped into my head while I was scribbling while letting old Michelle Kwan skating videos play continuously on Youtube. So, that’s two unfinished short stories I’ve figured out over the last week; now to try to get them written, and also try to get back to work on Muscles, the noir-in-progress. Next week I’ll be off to Bouchercon (!!!) provided Southern California has survived this weather disaster, or can at least be repaired by next week, at any rate.

But I feel good and rested this morning, and like I can make it through this week and get things done. When I get home, I need to finish the dishes (putting away the dishwasher load and refilling it) and the load of laundry I’m starting on my way out of the house, and maybe I can get a little writing and reading done before the evening is shot and I repair to my chair to watch more Turn of the Tide.

And on that note, I am going to head into the spice mines. Have a lovely Monday, Constant Reader, and I’ll check back in with you again later.

Skies the Limit

I finished my reread of ‘salem’s Lot (entry to follow at some point) and really enjoyed it, as much as I have every time I’ve reread it. It’s a marvel that the book was King’s second published novel, and while yes, it was, like Carrie, horror–but it was a completely different kind of book, in style, tone, voice and structure. How can anyone have read King’s first two books and not seen the rise of a major new force in publishing? The pacing is stunning as well; the first act is kind of charming and meanders here and there, introducing us to the characters and the town as well as letting us know something bad is coming, and it just keeps picking up steam, faster and faster, until the last hundred pages or so just fly. The ending was left open to a sequel–I remember reading once that King had written the opening of a sequel, or had the idea or something–but it never happened.

Probably just as well.

I also started my reread of The Haunting of Hill House and as ever, am completely captivated by the power of that first chapter and Shirley Jackson’s writing style.

Yesterday’s LSU game was quite fun, if stressful. As always, they got off to a relatively slow start by playing a little loose and sloppy at first; early in the second quarter LSU fell behind 17-3 because of miscues and mistakes–it easily could have been 17-14–but then the team found it’s rhythm and went on a 42-3 tear against a 7-0 6th ranked Mississippi team (who, to be fair, really hadn’t played the meat of the schedule so far; their biggest win had been Auburn, who is floundering this season) to win the game handily 45-20, and to look pretty impressive while doing so. The last time Mississippi came to Baton Rouge 7-0 and in the top ten (#3, actually) was in 2014 when an underachieving LSU beat them 10-7 (apparently, LSU is 1-5 against Mississippi when they are ranked in the Top 10–is it any wonder they hate us so? Add in to that the fact that LSU’s most legendary and iconic play of all time–Billy Cannon’s Run–was against them, and you see where their antipathy comes from. I’ll be the first to admit, I wasn’t a fan of Brian Kelly’s or his fire, but he is 100% turning this program around from the depths of the last two seasons and it’s entirely possible LSU could go 9-3 this season–maybe even 10-2 (I daren’t to dream yet; a win over Alabama this year seems almost too much to hope for; but if it happens Brian Kelly will immediately be crowned King of Louisiana) but hearing people talking about SEC titles and play-off games this year seems to be a bit premature–but watch out for LSU next year. Jayden Daniels is really quite a player–I wasn’t completely sold on him, either, to be honest, but he’s really turned out to be quite the player; fun to watch, and getting better and more seasoned and acclimated as the season goes on. Seriously, next year LSU will be a contender for sure.

And yes, it’s petty, but I also kind of enjoyed that Texas A&M lost to South Carolina last night, and good for USC, really (I started to write “good for the Cocks” because I am ten years old; but in fairness they call themselves the Cocks). Petty because they wanted Jimbo Fisher at LSU, and now having seen what he can do with all the money and resources behind him at A&M? Yeah, glad you chose College Station instead of Baton Rouge, Jimbo. Have fun with the Aggie alumni, and let us know how that goes. I can’t believe they wanted him so bad that his buy-out had no restrictions…they are either going to be stuck with him for a very long or getting him out is going to be extremely costly. Again, oh, well, too bad so sad. You had some success at Florida State, but they were already circling the drain before you bailed on them, Jimbo…and this is yet another year A&M won’t be in the SEC title game. Oh, well.

Another rather interesting football season. Tulane also won, so they are 7-1 now, too. Good on you, Wave!

I feel very rested and relaxed this morning. I was stressed during that first quarter of the LSU game, so rather than sitting in my chair stewing in my worry and letting myself get worked up (I literally sometimes get so into games that I have to remind myself, Dude, it’s a sporting event, not the end of the world) so I decided to use that nervous energy to clean the house and work on the book while I watched the game. I planned some of the next act of the book, so I can get some chapters written in the meantime, and I also pruned the books; did some more laundry; did the dishes; and cleaned the floors. I also did some filing that needed doing. Paul had some errands to run in the afternoon–he didn’t check the game time when he made appointments–so he didn’t get home until the fourth quarter, and then we watched the short programs from Skate America, which I’d recorded. The young American “quadgod” Ilia Malinin is definitely a rising star, as is Isabeau Levito, the young American woman who looks like she’ll be our best and most successful since at least Sasha Cohen, if not Michelle Kwan (although achieving more than Kwan is unlikely for any other skater). Today there’s not a Saints game, and I am going to finish this and do some things before diving deep into my book to get it going again. Paul will be gone next weekend, and LSU is on a bye week, so I have literally no excuse next weekend for not being highly productive and getting caught up on things–I still have to empty the dishwasher and fold clothes; and I want to make white bean chicken chili today as well–it’s getting to be soup and chili season in New Orleans, and I do love this time of year and would even more if it didn’t get dark so early.

I’m glad I feel rested this morning, to be sure. Hopefully I will be able to motivate myself to work my way down and through my to-do list. But I am not getting there by doing this, so I am going to bid you farewell now, Constant Reader, and head back into the spice mines.