War and Peace
Last night, I was all, “Yes, I’ve read 646 pages!”
Then I realized I still have 810 left.
For the most part I’m enjoying it, although the last 50 pages or so were pretty dull (and stomach-turning). Sport hunting. Bleck.
There is a lot of romance, though, which is sweet in that old-fashioned “thee” and “thou” sort of way. After I finish, I’m watching the Audrey Hepburn version of the movie, which I’m pretty excited about.
I was so sad to read Valerie Harper had terminal brain cancer because I pretty much worshipped her character, Rhoda, when I was a kid. I wanted to be just like her and even went as her one year for Halloween.*
I’ve been re-watching The Mary Tyler Moore Show and Rhoda on Hulu and it’s been great. Rhoda is just as beautiful, sassy, funny, and cool as I remember.
*Full disclosure, I was like 21 or 22 when I did this. I’m pretty sure I just put on a multi-colored thrift-store hat and my usual clothes (jeans, my dad’s old cardigan, etc.) and people were like, “Oh, okay!”
As I’ve mentioned about a billion times, I’m rewriting an old MS. Ever since the first draft, I’ve had an issue with my main character’s boyfriend. He’s a nice guy, which I apparently can’t write.
At first he basically walked on water (the perfection trap), then I gave him way too many faults and I hated him for being weak. I also tried a balance, just focusing on the sweet things he did and I wanted to vomit over his blandness.
But FINALLY (I say while holding my breath and crossing my fingers), I think I’ve finally gotten to know him. And I like him. I may even love him! So exciting.
Last night after my husband went to bed, I caught the scent of something pleasant. As I wandered around the apartment, sniffing the air and trying to find the source, I walked into the bedroom and announced to hubby:
“I smell something like mint, tea, and hippies**!”
He responded, without missing a beat, “It’s the new toothpaste, I opened it to try it.”
I’m not sure which is weirder – that I enjoy the combined scent of mint, tea, and hippies or that he immediately knew what I meant.
**The hippies part was the lingering remains of incense. In case you were wondering why toothpaste smelled earthy.
I just realized I have peace, love and understanding, so since I don’t have a #5, I leave you with Elvis Costello (and Nick Lowe):