Labeled

We try to fight them off, but ever so often a label is a delight and you want to slap it on everything. Like this
monogram my friend Mary created for the FRSC. I turned it into sticker. Just in case.

In other non-related news, but somewhat related since it impacts my ability to plan the next supper club, I spent a good portion of this week upset that I may be stagnating, losing my spark, getting dull. My brain was a clump of useless gray matter. My evenings were spent watching Netflix. Let's not even talk about the productive worker I wasn't at my job. Oh, Monotony! How did you sneak up and sabotage me so thoroughly?

Here's something everyone should try as the first step to getting out of M.'s clutches. Sleep. Sleep a lot. Go to bed when the old people do for a couple days. Turn off your phone, veg out on your shows, don't feel bad about all the stuff you really ought to be doing. Embrace the downward slide you fear! But let it all lead you to a good night's sleep. Or two or three. So simple. If you don't think I know what I'm talking about, let the bard reinforce my statements:

Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast,-

You'll need to ignore the quote is from Macbeth as he and his lady wrestle with paranoia over their dire deeds. That might make it unsettling vs. soothing.

I must close now because my brain is on fire with all the projects I want to attend to. And thus she slays her slothful foe. The end.

September FRSC

The September theme was elocution. I made Irish stew and soda bread and we had chocolate whiskey pudding to finish it off. Everyone brought something to read, recite or sing. I figured out I could remove furniture from the living room, put the table from the kitchen nook end-to-end with the dining table and create a fair approximation of a banquet hall for 10. I have no pictorial evidence. But I have witnesses to the fact.

September FRSC Invite

It happened, it’s September. The autumnal equinox is mere weeks away. An equal division of day and night for one 24-hour period - then the swift slide into darkness....

On a cheerier note, here’s info for this month’s FRSC!

Date: September 27, Friday

Time: 6:30 pm / supper at 7:00 pm

Theme: Recitation

Details: Bring something to recite to the group. A poem, a mathematical formula, a magazine article - words others should know about, words you like speaking - or singing! you can sing us  a song! We’ll even take limericks!

Your piece doesn’t have to be memorized, however, there will be a prize for the longest piece of memorization.

The Irish are a wordy bunch, so there will be an Irish meal to complement this experiment in elocution.

Let me know if you’d like to come!

Readings from the people:

Let's Pretend This Never Happened - Jenny Lawson
Having a Coke With You - Frank O'Hara
Total Eclipse - Annie Dillard
Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk, The Toad, the Turtle and the Duck - David Sedaris
Song of Childhood - Peter Handke
The Maytrees - Annie Dillard
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost
My Beard and The Rain - Shel Silverstein
Pattern - C.S. Lewis