Well, I once did, back before my insanely wealthy neurosurgeon got a hold of me and altered my taste perceptions. Since I keep forgetting the nasty outcome of his life-saving deed, I keep sampling. Today I consumed three chocolates, trying to force love back, but I failed. If you haven't looked before you'll be interested in knowing that inside the foil wrappers there's a little saying. Today my three read:
You make everything lovely
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Chocolate won't let you down
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Do all things with love
Of the three, you can guess which one I believe; only the last one.
Do all things with love
Wait, that wasn't right! *sarcasm* It's: "You make everything lovely!" See that tan wall? It used to have a hole in it, thanks to the wonderful electrician who fixed my outdoor plug on the opposite side of the dark brown wall that's shown still sporting battle wounds. Since snapping that shot I've got all the painting done and made "everything lovely" again, so maybe the first saying is true...
Of course, maybe "Chocolate won't let you down" is true because I love my chocolate brown walls. Doves darks were my inspiration when I chose the paint because chocolate was my favorite flavor back then. Now I just bask in the color.
Actually, green is my favorite color, and sadly, one of my green walls was sliced open too.
Way back when our basement building crew finished their job six years ago, both of our outside outlets no longer worked. Of course, we didn't discover that for months--not until Halloween arrived and we couldn't light up the porch decor. We ran extension cords and scratched our heads and checked breakers and tired to figure things out. We've finally fixed the problem. Three walls were dissected as our electrician ran wires from indoor outlets to outside outlets. Three hours later I had three scarred walls, but could have lit up my Christmas garland hanging over the front door if I hadn't already removed it and stowed it in the garage attic.
I wore my special Micky Mouse shirt in honor of the painting project. Dear Micky already had those shades splattered over him somewhere, so why not add more? He is about to retire, which is sad. In his first life I wore him when I ran since he is depicted running. When he became unfit to appear in public he became my painting partner. With the painting now finished (sorry, no photos), I'm excited about having outside power. Almost giddy excited! I've developed an enormous urge to rush out and buy something valentine-y that lights up to place on each porch. But flashing red plastic hearts sound tacky, so I'm here blogging instead. (You're welcome.)
Anyway, I rarely read the little sayings anymore. The habit ended when I had to put on reading glasses and discovered most weren't worth the effort. Come on, I DON'T make everything lovely. I've fixed a few lousy meals, ruined a load of laundry by not sorting out a felt tip pen, and totally blown it before on choosing new front room paint color. And then blown it on the second choice! (The third time worked out, thankfully.) I've had bad hair days that I've had to pretend never existed because I had no time to start over. I've worn a horrifically bad outfit more than once because I failed to figure out how to make it right beforehand and had no second choice available at the last minute (and it didn't kill me--amazing!). Obviously "You make everything lovely" doesn't always cut it, even while nibbling chocolate.
To compensate for losing the anticipation and joy of reading the few great sayings, and to avoid the disappointment that came when I read lousy ones, I began creating my own. I've even considered offering my services to Doves, but haven't gathered the courage yet. Some of my creations are pithy, some sarcastic, others hilarious, occasionally they're sweet and soothing, and shock of all shocks, some cuss! Yes, cuss and blast away at some problem boiling over. It's incredible how that little saying on the spot relieves tension and can make me laugh! Always, always, always I'm amazed at how fitting my sayings are for that exact moment--like someone at the factory just read my mind and is totally clued into my real life and packed it in the bag just for me!
Wait, I "wrote" it! Inspiring!
Ask my family members and you'll learn I rarely share my Doves. And sorry, but I won't share my sayings either, so go ahead and make up your own. Be creative! Be precise! (One rule: be nice to yourself. Without exception.) If one day you open a Doves and find something extraordinary scrawled across the foil you'll know I've got a new job.
Now you know why (because of all those walls, not the chocolate) I haven't posted another novel yet. However, I do think, plan and scheme while I paint, therefore, I've chosen the next one, and it's a change of plans and will be the second in my "Jenn Washington" series. One problem: now I need to find it so I can start posting. First guess: it's tucked up in my garage attic? In fact, I know a printed copy is somewhere, but haven't got a clue exactly where. Or, second guess: it's in my storage unit? That's an unpleasant thought. Best scenario: I emailed it to myself. I'll check soon...
Here's a peek at my garage "attic." You do the calculations: The space is 3 cars wide, 4 feet high, 4 feet deep, and on this end it's 9 feet deep. Currently it's packed tighter than the photo: packed 4 boxes high and 4 boxes deep on every inch. It will be a major job to track down the box containing manuscripts, even though it's marked. My storage unit is more daunting. There are fewer boxes inside, which makes it sound easier, but it's across town and the handle is finicky so I have to take someone with special skills with me to open it up. I think of Raiders of the Lost Arc when I approach the door. I haven't found snakes inside yet, but plenty of spiders. Shudder! At this time of year the temperatures are in the teens and twenties, making it no place to venture. And last, the boxes inside are packed 4'x4'x6' and all too heavy for me to lift or move. That's why no one carried them up the ladder to the garage "attic."
Wish me luck if you're
excited
for another novel!
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