Happy Labor Day and MDA Telethon Luck!

This year is the first in a long time that I haven’t been down answering the phones at some point for the MDA Telethon. You’d think that’s because I’ve had The Plague for over a week (but am pretty much over it now), but that’s not it. I couldn’t have flaked out on them at the last minute like that, anyway. I just simply did not sign up for anything this year. I got a few calls, but told them I had to handle Mama’s hospitalization, my aunt’s hospitalizations, the various home crises, and so forth . . . and I just never did run out of crises until now. Well, anyway, it looks as though they have a good crew. I made my pledge in honor of Dennis’s younger daughter, who has the limb-girdle form of MD (was just diagnosed last year). I hope that if you have an extra $5 or thereabouts, you’ll pledge and pay for the batteries in the lab. As the old lady who peed in the ocean remarked, “Every little bit helps.”

It’s a beautiful day outside, and I already smell grills firing up for the cookouts that will take place all over our neighborhood. Hubby doesn’t feel good and hasn’t cleaned his grill for over a year–it was simply too hot all through the summer for him to get out there and grill–so we’ll be eating something that I make in the skillet. I call it “Shalanna’s Salsa-Hamburger-Beans Pot.” We’ll see if anyone other than the dog and I end up eating it. Over tortillas or torpedo rolls.

I planned to go through what is laughingly called my “wardrobe” and pick out the few things that I actually will wear out of the vast warehouse of stuff on hangers . . . but I may not do it today. I need to, but I’m just not in the mooooood. I’m not in the mood to check for rejections, either. What has gotten into me?!

Instead, let’s just watch the man juggling mice and the cheerleaders’ interpretation of “School’s Out” by Alice Cooper. (Seriously–these acts were just on the telethon.) And raise a flask to summer’s end and to autumn’s happy arrival. Halloween! Thanksgiving! And don’t even talk to me about CHRISTMAS . . . I want to do Halloween first. Been working on a costume for a couple of weeks now. You gotta start early if you are to get a pair of those tights that are alternately striped orange and black (especially in a large size)! Witchlegs, here we come!


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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