P is for . . .

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Sara Paretsky’s fictional detective V.I. Warshawski once riffed on comfort foods, mentioning that all comfort foods begin with the letter p. I’m not sure that ALL comfort foods fit that rule, but there are an awful lot that do: pepperoni, pasta, pita, pastrami, piroshki, pashka, pickles, popovers, pistachios, porridge, pudding, pizza.

Ah, pizza. I’ve been told that it’s not a comfort food, but it is. It’s elegant really: a little bread, a little cheese, and you have the added tactile pleasure of being able to pick it up and eat it with your fingers. The only thing better than pizza is pizza eaten while tucked into bed, late at night, with a good movie or great book for company.

I’m weird that way, I guess. I’m always my most inspired in bed or in the bathtub. (Get your minds out of the gutter, I don’t mean that sort of inspiration), it’s just than when I’m propped up by piles of pillows my brain flips into gear, and words flow directly to my pen and paper, or, more often, to the pads of my fingers as they press the keys on my laptop.

Personally, I think my perfect job would be getting paid to stay in bed and make a few phone calls, and otherwise just write. (Alternatively, I’d love to have an office that felt as comfortable and safe as my bedroom, but that’s beyond the realm of the possible, I suppose.)

The thing is, tonight, my head isn’t full of words, it’s full of plans I can’t yet commit to a public place. Things to do, to find out, to set in motion.


T3: Capricious

::Capricious: Governed or characterized by impulse or whim, lacking rational basis or likely to change suddenly::

Onesome: Characterized by impulse– Do you consider yourself impulsive or do you tend to think everything through before you make a move?
I’m impulsive about some things, less so about others. When I met Fuzzy I knew he was THE ONE, for example, and I was that way about our condo and our house, but I agonize over other things.

Twosome: lacking rational basis– If you are impulsive, do you rationalize and justify your actions? Like, since that item you bought on a whim was on sale, you really saved money by buying it?
I did this recently, with the first two seasons of Smallville on DVD – I bought them when Fuzzy wasn’t looking then reminded him they’d been on his wishlist forever, and were ‘owed’ to him.

Threesome: or likely to change suddenly– When you make up your mind, does it stay made up or do you tend to change your mind at the last minute? …or do you waffle back and forth until you’re forced to decide?
I can be extremely mercurial. I vacillate about a lot of things, and then sometimes I just decide against something, seemingly on a whim. Pity my poor husband.

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Q is for…

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It’s a quiet night here at Casa Caffeinated. Fuzzy’s sitting at the computer cataloguing his comic books, taking breaks to quench his thirst with warm orange soda. (He’s quirky that way.)

I’m in the bed, a quilt wrapped around my feet, and a dog on my lap. He watches my hands on the keys, then stares at the screen with a quizzical expression.

This quilt was a gift from a family friend, a hand-made wedding quilt from China. It’s suffered more than its quota of abuse at our hands – we use it almost every night, and we’re bad about caring for it, washing it and drying it like any other blanket, instead of having it cleaned professionally.

Quilting isn’t a skill I have, but it’s one I’d like to acquire. My sister-in-law and mother-in-law often combine their talents on gift-quilts whenever someone in Fuzzy’s family gets married, and we always contribute to the materials fund, but I’d like to be a part of the process. The question’s come up, actually – Crystal asked if I’d be interested in learning, and I said yes.

It’s funny, really, because all I know about quilting comes from novels and movies. There’s a great mystery/romance called Stitch in Time that has quilts in it – a curse stitched into one, I think. And then there’s that Winona Ryder movie, which is a great film for when you’re in bed sick, instead of in bed writing. It’s not the best movie, but I have no qualms about mentioning it: How to Make an American Quilt.