Happy Valentine's Day

I was so exhausted last night that I flopped into unconsciousness at my laptop while Mom made up delicious packages of cookies, chocolates and Valentine cupcakes for a few neighbors and friends. She delivered them today to a few very happy recipients.

Because I slept a lot more than I usually do Friday nights, I awoke at 8:30 this morning. I was horrified. But I was also fully awake and somehow brimming with creative juices. I picked up my notebook and a glass of water and went to work. I wrote a new food column, a passionate ode to Béchamel sauce. Yes, I waxed poetic over basic white sauce. Even wrote a sentence that said it was “rapture without the dogma!” Mom thought that was priceless when she copyedited the piece.

I also wrote a character study for a short story that may never see the light of day but will help me vent. Besides, it amuses me.

As this is a long weekend for me, tonight will just become a do-over Friday… Except for the part this early afternoon when we exchanged a few gifts. I have a new book that will be a great resource for my writing as well as great amusement, “Idiom Savant: Slang as it is Slung – The Colorful Lingo of American Subcultures, from Animators to Zine Readers” by Jerry Dunn.

Since Saturday late nights we watch a DVD of “Six Feet Under”, I’ll share some of their lingo according to my new book. Funeral Directors apparently refer to a simple cremation (without services) as any of the following: shake ‘n’ bake, crispy critter, deep-fry, and roasty-toasty. Hey, I’m just sharing newfound knowledge.