Tis the Season

For pumpkin! I saw a recipe today for pumpkin scones, and knowing I had some leftover pumpkin purée in my fridge, thought I'd give it a try. The original recipe called for raisins and/or nuts. My opinion of raisins may not be well-documented here, but I make it plain to anyone who asks that raisins have one place, and one place only- and that's inside the little red box they come in.

So I substituted chocolate chips instead. They're delicious. And I'm sure the massive amounts of butter the recipe calls for is totally healthyz 

Happy autumn!

A Really Rough Draft

It's November 3, day three of NaNoWriMo, and I've had about two solid hours of writing. Yesterday was spent scrubbing our house to get it ready for a game night party for Linda's birthday celebration, so no writing happened. Lots and lots of dusting, vacuuming and cleaning happened, but not one speck of writing. It was all worth it though - the house looked fantastic, ad our guests had a fun time.

I'm back at it today, a little bit, and am slowly making progress. You wanna read a little bit of it? Keep in mind this is my first pass, and I'm going more for volume just to get the ball rolling, so there are flaws. But that doesn't mean you have to be fakely complimentary. If it's good and you like it, awesome. If it's bad and you hate it, I'd love the feedback. Here's the first few paragraphs of what's tentatively titled, "The Fourth Wish."

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Sylvia pushed her earphones into her ears, took one last deep breath, exhaled forcefully, and started running. This was her favorite time of day – before the sun came up, quiet streets all to herself – all she had to worry about was putting one foot in front of the other, steadily if not slowly. Once she fell into a rhythm, breathing hard with the effort of exertion, thoughts could flow and she fell into a semi-meditative state.

Looking around her appreciatively, she turned down the path that runs alongside the river. The early morning air was cool with an autumn mist. Not cool enough to warrant a sweatshirt, it was a welcome relief from the heavier summer air of only a few days ago. Even though fall seemed to be arriving a bit early this year, the low clouds didn’t deter the colony of hummingbirds that swooped and zoomed over and around her head. She smiled at one that seemed particularly scrawny as it fluttered and hovered above her head.

The path turned a bend parallel to the riverbed, and Sylvia noticed a figure ahead of her. She squinted into the distance, trying to determine if it was a shadow from a telephone pole or a person. It seemed too short to be a shadow, but she still couldn’t detect any movement. Remembering stories in the news about solo women joggers getting attacked, she always tried to be aware of her surroundings. Slowing to a walk, she approached the shadowy figure, finally determining it was an older man, stopped in the path.

She realized why it had been difficult to figure out if was human or not - he was motionless in the path, seemingly lost in his own world of thought. As she got closer, she saw that he was slowly twisting back and forth, swiveling his torso with arms outstretched.

He noticed her approach, turned to face her, and smiled broadly. Sylvia took one of the earbuds out of her ear and smiled in return. “Good morning,” she called cheerfully.

“Yes, yes it is!” he replied. “Isn’t this weather wonderful? It makes me feel like anything is possible. It feels like…magic.”  He paused, still smiling, and looked her directly in the eyes. “Do you know, today is my birthday! I’m 90 years old today.”

Sylvia smiled broadly, “Happy birthday! You look much younger than ninety. This exercise must be the reason. “

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of missing a day of it.  It keeps me young! Here,” he reached into his pocket and producing an orange, handed it to her. “I picked this off my tree just last night. It’s the last batch of the summer. It’s my birthday present to you.”

She laughed. “It hardly seems fair for me to receive a gift when it’s your birthday, but how can I say no?” Sylvia took the orange he offered. “Thank you so much! I wish you a very happy birthday, and many more to come.”

“Thank you my dear. It’s nice to see a beautiful young woman enjoying the early morning.”

Sylvia laughed again, “Well, I don’t know about the beautiful part, but it is a beautiful morning, I’ll agree with you on that point. I hope your day is magical!”

They both turned, ready to resume their respective journeys. Sylvia put her earbud back in and resumed her pace.  She turned one last time to wave to the old man, but he seemed to have disappeared. Just then a twinkle of sunlight reflected through the mist, flashing brighter than she would have thought possible given the overcast conditions. As quickly as it had come, it disappeared. She shrugged, turned again and continued down the path.

Several minutes later of jogging, she checked her watch and realized it was time for her to turn for home so she could get ready and be to work on time. She turned around and headed the other direction. As she passed the spot she had encountered the old man, she noticed the same hummingbird she had seen earlier, flying from one branch of a tree to another, pausing in a seeming erratic pattern to investigate leaves and dying blooms. It paused in the path just ahead of her, hovering steadily, seemingly considering her presence in his territory, then zipped off in another direction. Sylvia noticed some discarded orange peels just off the path, obvious traces of the old man’s early morning snack. She smiled, remembering his exuberance, and continued home. 

Blessed November!

Today is the first day of November, and you know what THAT means, right? Well, you might THINK you know what it means - that I'm going to do the same thing I've done for the past two Novembers - NaBloWriMo, but I have some sad news: I'm not.

Instead, I'm doing what November was created for - NaNoWriMo. You may recall my past explanations of my understanding of how this came to me - a coupla guys decided that November was a kind of dull work month, what with people settling into pre-holiday mode and not working a lot, so why not start writing that novel you've been postponing? They've created a web site for wanna-be writers to track their novel writing progress. The goal is to have 50,000 words written by the end of November. It doesn't have to be good or edited, it's just about the volume - you can do the editing and fine tuning later on.

I tried it a few years ago before realizing that my few right-hemisphere brain cells maybe aren't geared towards creative writing, since I had a beginning, but no middle or end - kind of like my life actually. But this year, I've put some thought into it and actually have an idea, an actual plot, if you will - with actual middle and end. It might go somewhere. It might not. And I might post some of it here. I might not. We'll see.

I do have some draft blog posts that I just need to finish up before publishing - mostly about my summer adventures - a trip to Washington, and another to New Mexico. I'll try to get those up at some point during the month so this blog doesn't just sit dormant.

Meanwhile, it's not too late for you, potential novelists, to sign up for NaNoWriMo. If you do, add me as a writing buddy - EllJayPea.

Happy writing!

The Scott Expedition

Two people, Ben Saunders and Tarka L’Herpiniere, are attempting to retrace the 1910 Scott Expedition Antarctic expedition to the South Pole, some 1,800 miles.

You can track the team's progress here.

How to Time Travel

Because this video does a much better job than I ever could at explaining it, here's a nice little tutorial on three simple ways, and three not-so-simple ways, you can time travel. Got your time machine ready?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FflcA85zcOM

My Fair Lady - A Clarification

MJ asks a great question about Julie Andrews in My Fair Lady. She questions my veracity in referencing Julie Andrews singing any songs from that musical as it was Audrey Hepburn who played the role in the film. Right?

Right you are, MJ. Audrey Hepburn did indeed play Eliza Doolittle in the film version. She beat out Julie Andrews for the part, which seemed unfair at the time, as Julie had created that role for the original Broadway production. It seemed like it would be the perfect fit for her to make the transition from stage to film, but it wasn’t to be. Audrey got the part instead, but couldn’t vocallyhandle the tricky Lerner and Loewe songs, so her singing voice was dubbed.

Meanwhile, since Julie had some unexpected free time on her hands, she went on to work for Walt Disney in her first feature film in the role of Mary Poppins…and subsequently won the Academy Award for best actress that year (1964).

As a side note, there is a film coming out this December about the making of Mary Poppins, “Saving Mr. Banks.” It stars Tom Hanks as Walt Disney and Emma Thompson as a resistant PL Travers who doesn’t want her character turned into a singing, animated character. I cannot wait to see it – early buzz (a friend of mine has already seen it) is that it’s practically perfect.

At any rate, that’s why I felt justified in attributing My Fair Lady lyrics to Julie Andrews. 

Also on October 1...

EllJayPea: Today is Julie Andrews's birthday!

Linda: I will sing a little Sound of Music in her honor

EllJayPea: Oh, Super (califragilisticexpialidocious)!

Linda: Or a little My Fair Lady?

Linda: Cinderella?

EllJayPea: Only if you do it from your own little corner

Linda: In my own little chair?

EllJayPea: Or with a little bit o' luck, just a little bit o' luck

Linda: (hahaha!!) Bloomin' luck!

EllJayPea: You could sing and dance all night. Yes, you could dance all night.

Linda: and still beg for more

Linda: I just might. It's one of my favorite things.

EllJayPea: We could go to Wendy's house to look for a doe, a deer.

EllJayPea: And if you have to take any medicine, I understand a spoonful of sugar is the way to help it go down. In the most delightful way.

Linda: I will remember that tonight when I take my menopause and allergy pills!

Linda: (not a song)

EllJayPea: yeah, that's a different musical.