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Joan of Arc Recovery

As is frequently the case following one of my (what I like to call) Joan of Arc episodes, I had a complete meltdown last night, crying hysterically and reveling in my own numerous flaws and failures.

What is the point of being alive?

I am so marginalized; nobody’s got my back; and I really need to vacuum and do some laundry!

But as my spiritual advisor Scarlett O’Hara points out: Tomorrow is another day.

Another day with Daylight Savings Time!

And that’s a good thing, right?

When the temps finally rise above freezing, I will force myself to go running.

The best antidote to angst, despair, and feelings of personal failure are always housecleaning and exercise.


In other news, while I wait for Clancy Miller IV to finish my wooden box prototype, I located a box that is absolutely not what I want being the wrong type of wood (balsa) and only 6” by 4.5”, but which nonetheless, I’m going make into an Art Installation.

Eleanor’s birthday is coming up.

Her apartment is crowded with artifacts rescued from the ancestral Alabama plantation, and when I say “crowded,” please picture the dustiest storage room of the Victoria and Albert Museum. We’re talking back-to-back mahogany monstrosities.

So, really. She needs something small.

For this Art Installation I’m gonna do Fimo doves, tiny satin rosebuds, and miniature clothes pins.


My mood was not helped by reading Scott Spencer’s Man in the Woods, a very depressing novel about a man who kills a guy who’s abusing his dog (No jury in the world would convict him! thinks I) and the inevitable chain of events that lead to his apprehension.

I really, really, really like the way Scott Spencer writes, so I have committed to finishing the book, but I don’t really like the protagonist very much, and I just hate, hate, hate his girlfriend, a kind of Anne LaMotte After-She-Found-Religion intraject. So irritating I want either to crawl into the pages and strangle her, or drive out to Rhinebeck – the real-life Leydon – hunt down her fleshly counterpart, and slap her.

I’m trying to ignore the characters. To focus solely on sentence construction.

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Mar. 11th, 2018 06:24 pm (UTC)
Hi, is Eleanor your daughter? I thought you had two sons.

I didn't know that Scott Spencer was still around! Gee! I liked Endless Love and sent it to my friend the professor but he looked down his nose at it for some reason.
Mar. 11th, 2018 06:32 pm (UTC)
Eleanor's my best friend. This is us when we were young and feckless. She's the one on the right:

Mar. 11th, 2018 11:06 pm (UTC)
Ah, I see. And still friends! Where does she live?
Mar. 12th, 2018 10:39 am (UTC)
San Francisco Bay Area.
Mar. 11th, 2018 06:35 pm (UTC)
PS: Scott Spencer is not only still around, but he turns out to live in Rhinebeck.

He released a novel late last year called River Under the Road, which I liked very much. All about Rhinebeck! :-)
Mar. 11th, 2018 11:05 pm (UTC)
Fabulous! I like Jeffrey Eugenides The Marriage Plot, because it was all about people in the 80s going to college and getting married, as I did, so I recognized everything.
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