Katy Upperman and other lovely people are doing Currently on alternating Tuesdays, so I figured I’d throw in my own “hello” today. Instead of categories, I’m just posting a few things that are happening in my life.
1. I entered the Nestpitch contest and was selected for a team!
2. One of the local high schools put on “Wendy and Peter Pan” and I caught the beginning when I dropped off my niece so she could watch with my mom. It was weird not to stay since I’m usually a big supporter of the arts, but I’ve never been a fan of the story. And in this version, the Lost Boys are kids who died in childhood. That’s super depressing.
3. In non-depressing news, wild violets are in bloom! So pretty, one of my favorite flowers. I have warm, fuzzy memories of being a kid and picking them for my mom. She’d put them in paper bathroom cups and set them on the dining room table. She also did this when I picked her dandelions and other weedy things. Have I mentioned lately that my mom is the best???
Note: the pic by the river shows blue bells (I think). Whatever they are, they’re not violets.
4. In I-finally-did-it news: remember back in February during Writer Recharge when I was determined to run up that “giant hill” only it was snowy/icy/zero degrees the entire month so I decided to do it later? Well, later is now!
I’m not sure why I was so wary of this hill because the picture does it perfect justice. It’s not particularly steep and I had no trouble sprinting up it.
But who cares because I did it!
*insert lesson about how dreams are attainable, you just have to go after them, etc.*
5. And finally, the cherry on my sundae – I was helping my dad clean out boxes in my parent’s basement and stumbled upon a treasure trove of childhood memories:
The Baby-sitters Club and The Gymnasts and so much more! I’m keeping a handful for nostalgic reasons, but many I’m donating to the local library for their next book sale. Some without a second glance because they’re Christopher Pike-ish type horror books and why did my parents let me read scary stories knowing everything in the world freaked me out???
Others deserve a reread before donating because clearly this is amazing:
(cover and description from Goodreads)
Will the real Hank Butterfield please stand up. . . Mattie Winston’s got what most girls at Port Kearney High only dream about: Hank Butterfield, the best-looking, greatest ice hockey player at school. Mattie ought to be happy, but there’s something about Hank that makes her nervous — he’s so reserved at school. But at night he turns into a real Romeo — on the telephone! Mattie must discover the real Hank before she continues dating him — and getting those romantic phone calls.
Hilariously enough, I remembered the entire plot about two pages in (yet that didn’t stop me from reading the entire thing) and then I discovered there were over TWO HUNDRED books in the Sweet Dreams series. They all have cutesy titles like my re-found book, but then there’s this one:
Kiss Me, Creep by Marian Woodruff
It’s apparently an opposites attract teen romance and I suddenly feel compelled to locate a copy. If I’m lucky, I’ll find one in another box in the basement.