Multifarious Day 7 (…on Wednesday… again)
Guess Who Just Had a Birthday? – My Piano Man is another year young, and the Little Princess and I had a blast celebrating the day of his birth, and debating which of the two of us was the worse at trying to keep his presents a secret.
The celebration of our Superhero’s birthday was a complete success. Not just because he loved his presents, but because it gave us (my Piano Man and I) the opportunity to see the Little Princess’ mind, heart and food appreciation grow. She contributed some of her allowance money for Daddy’s big present (if you have a six-year-old you know how difficult it is to get them to part with anything without the aid of masterful persuasion; she offered, and we are very proud).
And my gods, she was such a good eater! She devoured her curry goat over white rice, Russian potato salad, stewed beans, fried yellow plantains… She did Daddy’s dishes, “Because it’s your birthday and you shouldn’t do them, you know?”, and she was a model of selflessness while my Piano Man took a nap—she really, really, really wanted to wake him up to play games, but she was good and let him have his time. There was reading, there was eating, there was grinning, there was much loving… and I feel I’m the one getting all the gifts ;-)
I’m Such a Reader Pleaser – Many of you want to read a story of AlmaMia Cienfuegos at thirteen-years-old, others are interested in Soledad’s point of view, and most of you want to read a chapter from Dancing on Her Bones. So… because I’m a reader pleaser, I’ve decided to publish all three options. Stop by my website for dates and details.
Pagan Living Survey – Tanae, the editor of Pagan Living Magazine, wants to make the lovely publication even better by offering exactly what readers want. She has posted a survey asking for opinions on what you want to read. Please stop by and share your desires… Tanae is listening.
|The Pagan Living, Autumn 2012 Issue, will be available Sep 1st. Isn’t it lovely?|
Untimed Surprise – About a week ago, I received a copy of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Time Untime, the latest book in her Dark-Hunters Series. It was a gift, but I have no idea who sent it. Whoever you are, thanks a million! Sherri is my favorite paranormal romance (with fangs and gods) writer, so do know that I uttered a blissful shriek when I opened the box. I LOVE the book ;-)
Suspicion – I’m not an impulse buyer, but I was walking around the city the other day, waiting for my Piano Man and a couple of friends (we were going to watch The Dark Knight Rises) when I looked into a shop and saw this bag and everything in me screamed that I had to have it:
It was love at first glance. I examined the bag for more than fifteen minutes. The strap has the softest of linings. The size of the bag is perfect for my kindle, wallet, a book, phone, and a few other essentials. I WANTED the bag. There is something attractive about vintage styling with vegetable tanned buffalo leather (I hope someone thanked the buffalo for the sacrifice). I asked the shop owner about the price—no tag—my love waivered when I learned the cost. I continued adoring the bag for a while, but I was almost sure I was not going to buy it. There was love, much of it, but common sense won and I put the bag down.
“How much are you willing to pay, girl?” The shop owner said in a thick Greek accent.
I thought about it, and said, “Fifty bucks.”
“Seventy-five.” He narrowed his eyes.
“Fifty,” I told him, my own narrowed eyes on him, but my right hand caressed the bag strap.
“Take it girl.” The shop owner grinned and shook his head.
I paid him, thanked him, and went to watch the movie with my Love and our friends.
Later that night, I was online searching for a picture of my new bag to share with you, when I came across its price… my eyes widened a little. I went to other sites, I visited Spikes & Sparrow—the manufacturer—but everywhere I looked the bag was priced three times what I paid. Suspicion filled my mind, and I told my Piano Man about it. Um… he might have laughed at me, but I don’t hold it against him, for it was a terribly silly attitude for me to take. I’m a Witch, I should have known better. I should have accepted that the bag was mine, the old man knew it, and he also knew how much I was willing to pay. *sniffs the bag and grins with delight* Life happens is good ;-)