the sticky and the starry

Apparently the theme of yesterday was "stickiness." The gearshift of my car refused to go into reverse. The gunk in my eyes from hay fever, and the unremovable specks and streaks of nail polish from my toenails -- argh. Pieces not yet written -- double argh. The angst of dealing with old paperwork. The mess of dealing with aging fruit -- but I now have a Mason jar of spiced grapes. I hope that will be worth the multiple swabbings of the kitchen counter the process required.

The starry: Kristine Ong Muslim awards five (at Amazon and Goodreads) to Measured Extravagance.

(Also, the book is currently #26 in Asian American Poetry at Amazon.co.uk. Whee!)

Also, there were cute and comfortable shoes on sale yesterday. (This is perhaps magnified in my mind after this week's mail order debacle, where one pair of shoes was unacceptably flimsy and the other way, way uglier in real life than in the catalog, and worse, poky in the wrong places.) Just in time for the garden party I need to get ready for. (I'm told it got moved up a week "to accommodate the wisteria blooms." That sounds like a story waiting to happen -- but, admittedly, that's true of pretty much everything I see and hear.)

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