Today I thought I would paint the picture for you of where all the action happens for this blog. My old boss, Rick Johnson, used to call it a place where you can think “great thoughts” (though he meant it sarcastically).
Hopefully, showing you the place where I write and the things that surround me will give you a glimpse into who I am.
Admittedly, because of my love for animals, amongst all my friends I run the highest risk of being an eccentric old lady (with Vicki as a close second). I can just see it now…15 dogs…big old smelly house… typing away feverishly on an unplugged Mac.
Given this, my “great thoughts” place has a cozy spot for most of my pets. Let’s start with my birds, they are Blue-capped Cordon Blue Finches. Very delicate and beautiful, they remind me of the sky in a Rococo painting (This is possibly the ONLY thing I remember from my Art History class at Golden West College).
Meet Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth…
Here is where they live, next to the window, just behind my desk
This is Hazel.
This is Peter Rabbit, by day he lives outside in his little corral, but at night he keeps me company next to my desk (much to my husband’s dismay.)
Deep thoughts powered by Mac.
I am forever listening to my playlists while working at the computer. This is my favorite at the moment. I have cleverly entitled it:
Girls Signing
Heavenly Day, Patty Griffin
Living It Up, Ricki Lee Jones
I Don’t Blame You, Cat Power
In The Flesh, Blonde
Save Me, Aimee Mann
Something To Live For, Carmen McRae
Songbird, Fleetwood Mac
Let’s Fall in Love, Diana Krall
Never Saw Blue Like That, Shawn Colvin
These Foolish Things, Billie Holiday
Cactus Tree, Joni Mitchell
Stardust, Dinah Washington
Fields of Gold, Eva Cassidy
1234, Feist
This is the kind of music that drives my husband downstairs to the couch to watch UFC until he falls asleep. At least I didn’t include The Indigo Girls on this one. They are maddening to him.
I hoped this helped you picture me relentlessly linking and posting away in my world; giggling to myself, making insightful comments to my rabbit and signing at the top of my lungs…”and her heart is full and hollow, like at Cactus Tree.”
BTW – I will not be posting any pictures of my kids due to the creeps in the world. Those guys ruin everything! But you can take my word for it–they are adorable. If you want to see pictures of them you can email me and after a thorough background check and fingerprinting, I will send some to you. What can I say– I’m a smother mother.
You have missed your calling – you need to be a writer for someone somewhere – I love all the pretty pictures as that is what I look for in these blogs – thanks for mentioning that i’ll be first in the eccentric race – at least my house won’t smell it will just be full of hair pieces, leopard prints and lots of accessories with rhinestones.
your friend,
V
Ditto what Vicki said about writing for money. You could write for ANY women’s magazine and I strongly urge you to send some of it in, to every magazine you know. While I enjoy all your musings and I’m sure lots of other people do, too, you might as well make us pay to read it. It’s good stuff!
Aww, Hazel looks so cute in her bed. All your little furry, feathered children are adorable. (As are your human ones, it’s true.)
ps, cactus tree, my all time favorite song of all time!!!
“for she fears that he will ask her for eternity”
Suzanne, I am a blog aficionado; I love learning life experiences from different people around the world. This is truly the only plat form that I can gather all my courage to ask people the questions that I have been dying to ask. So here I go: I just recently move to So. Orange County; why is it so hard for my new neighbors (who are white) to be friendly to people of Mexican decent (like myself). I am married and have 3 kids, I love all kinds of people from different cultures, we are friendly people who will wave or say good morning to all, but yet most of my neighbors not all don’t even care to look in my or my family’s direction. I don’t look intimidating; I don’t look like your stereo typical Mexican male: the bald head, baggy pants, tattoo or anything like that. I am a middle class male, who is a U.S. citizen, I am clean cut and I work for a living like everyone else. I know that I can never blend in because all of my neighbors worked very hard to be rich and drive new BMW’s or Mercedes, their wives are fortunate that they don’t have work and have designer clothes. Meanwhile I drive a Nissan, unfortunately both my wife and I have to work and we shop at old navy. Should I just stop caring to try for my neighbors to like us and never come outside my home and just keep to ourselves? I really thought people in South County were friendly and personable people who made you feel welcomed.