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Careful What You Wish For

Careful What You Wish For

Like fucking seriously

Who was it who said “I vant to be alone”? I don’t think it was Bette Davis but somebody like her, you know, with no eyebrows and a hair-do. 

And here I sit with lots of eyebrows and a definite hair-don’t

Also a fair- to mid-sized lump of guilt because these couple of weeks are exactly what I’ve been longing for. And I feel awful for everybody else, but I now have the job of my dreams. 

I mentioned in my last post that I’d come up with an idea – concocted first and foremost to keep me employed – and that I had written a proposal suggesting a new and timely way of promoting ZoomerRadio, one of the ZoomerMedia properties it’s my job to promote.

My youngest daughter was on the couch at the time, behind me, and I turned and said to her, “If they like this idea, I’m going to be super-busy for the foreseeable future. So, you know, no more frolicking around in the kitchen or taking Daisy on super long hikes and I will have to curtail my day dreaming bouts and I won’t have all this reading and writing time either.”

Which was freaking me the fuck out.

But I hit send anyway, you know, borrowing the enthusiasm of youth as uttered from the couch, horizontally

And they loved the idea and now I have my dream job. That’s right motherfuckers. I am a puzzle-maker. Crosswords mostly. And I’m busy as I predicted but there’s a certain buzz about that and I’m able to keep up with most things although my fridge whispering is over and the hikes are shorter. Which is okay because of the mud.

The crossword clues are based on the previous days’ ZoomerRadio playlist so it’s pretty immediate and I gotta be on top of it all the time. 

But I have a knack for it, Sharona, and it helps that the playlists are amazing and surprising and full of opposites attracting. I mean these songs really do send you back to Yesterday, you know, when your troubles were so far away

Joni, Elton, Joe Cocker, Elvis, Madonna, Aretha, Gordon Lightfoot, CCR, Queen, The Stones, Barenaked Ladies, Van Morrison, Chuck Berry, Sinatra, Neil Young and Diamond, Leonard Cohen, The Beatles, The Bee Gees, The Supremes, The Temptations, Bobbi Darryn, Willie Nelson, Guess Who, Amy Winehouse, Patsy Cline, Springsteen, Dylan, Simon and Garfunkle and although I could go on and on I’m stopping there.

And speaking of yesterday… I have been re-reading books from my youth and childhood. Books that helped me ignore things like Nixon and Vietnam and Greg Bleeks and the guy whose finger was on the button

Cheaper by the Dozen, which I read when I was 14, Bullwhip Griffin, which I read when I was 12, and I’ve got a pile of others, all of which I read in my early teens, and they’re great. Some of them I have re-read throughout my life, like To Kill A Mockingbird and Paper Moon, which I find pretty similar, but I don’t think I’ve re-read Bullwhip at all and that’s the one I’m on now and let me tell you, It’s totally Disney and I am totally like 100% into suspending disbelief these days and it’s wonderful to get into adventure stories. 

It’s also encouraging me to approach Clutterbucks with even more open-minded oomph

So here’s the crossword I sent along with the proposal if you feel like a challenge. I know it’s rudimentary-looking, but it’s all about the clues. Give it a go. Take a screen cap and print it out if you want, or just write the answers down on a piece of paper or something, or just do them in your head. Either way. I know some of them are doozies but they’re supposed to puzzle you, and I hope you enjoy the challenge because I sure enjoy trying to stump you, in a friendly way of course. 

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I’ll put the solutions in the comment section in a couple of days. 

Episode 3 of Clutterbucks is coming Thursday and it’s a doozie. The shit really hits the fan in this one. Here are links to Episode 1 and Episode 2 if you feel like, you know, escaping.

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