kate was the smart one

Ruth, working on a sketch for the liner notes
of Urban Tapestry's new CD.


I feel compelled to clarify what I said in yesterday's Blathering. My favorite Angel in the current remake of Charlie's Angels is Lucy Liu. My favorite in the original series was always Kate Jackson, "the smart one". Farrah Fawcett Majors was too airheady, though I confess to styling my hair like hers when I was in grade school, like every other little girl in my class. Jaclyn Smith was definitely more interesting than Farrah, but not as smart as Kate.

I started writing a Charlie's Angels' song a while ago, but then this tendinitis thing hit. Have I said how much I'm looking forward to being able to play musical instruments again? I'm one of those songwriters who needs a guitar or piano to help concretize musical ideas, and it's been driving me crazy over the past few months when I get the songwriting bug and have no real outlet. Yes, I could sing musical snippets onto a tape recorder, but I tend to rely heavily on a musical instrument to help me establish the underlying harmonic structure.

I've had a similar experience with my novel writing. I have found ViaVoice to be fine for nonfiction writing, but incredibly awkward for fiction because of the cumbersome editing. I'm keeping track of all my ideas in a separate text file. My current fear is that when I'm fully healed, my head is going to explode with all the pent-up musical and written projects which have been dying to be written. Either that or I become a hermit, locking myself in my office around the clock to take advantage of my newly active tendons. Whichever the case, I can't wait.



Doug, John, Jeff and Reid at Scott's and Karin's place.


My arms continue to improve, yay. After dinner at my sister's place last night, Jeff and I took Sara and Annie to a nearby park and played Spud, a game I remember playing as a child. The rules: the person who is "It" throws the ball up in the air and calls the name of one of the other players. The person who is called catches the ball and then yells "SPUD!" The other players, who have been running away while the ball was in the air, freeze. The person with the ball is allowed to take three giant steps toward any of the other players, and then throws the ball at the player. Players can try to avoid being hit by contorting themselves, but are not allowed to move their feet.

Anyway, my arms were fine afterward. It's mainly the fine movement activities that are still difficult for me, like typing on a keyboard, writing, wrapping a present, and so on.



Annie and Sara.


On the way home, Jeff and I dropped by an Indigo bookstore. I had a coupon and used it to buy "Lost" by Gregory Maguire. While I was paying for my purchase (only $1.38 with the coupon, woohoo!), one of the other clerks behind the counter said suddenly, "Are you Debbie?"

I looked up and saw a pretty young woman in an Indigo's uniform.

"Yes, I am," I said, surprised. "Why?"

She smiled. "I read your blog."

And that's how I finally met Laura! :-) It was nice to connect a face with a name I had seen several times on Blatherchat as well as my NaNoWriMo cartoon message board.

To all you Americans out there: hope you have a great long weekend!

(This entry was written with ViaVoice, a voice recognition program, which sometimes has its own sense of humor. Please forgive any spelling or grammar quirks which Debbie has missed while editing. Thank you. )

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