That’s an old photograph, and I’m not entirely sure why it’s here, except that I absolutely looooove metallic tempera paint. And even though I haven’t painted a dang thing all week, it still made it to my Top Ten of the week list (an idea sprung full-blown from my skull when I realized I had virtually nothing to write about again . . . STILL . . .)
So with no further ado and no explanation whatsoever, and channeling Heath Ledger’s Joker character, HERE . . . WE . . . GO!
10. Sunny on a Cloudy Day Dept.: PG&E bill was only $136 for December; let’s hear it for all the extra insulation we blasted into the attic last year;
9. Speaking of which: Brief snippets of sunlight observed through partially open venetian blinds for entire minutes at a time, several times on different days;
8. Professionally trained butt-warming cat: She insinuates herself between my husband’s and my butts and curls up when we go to bed, remaining inert and brick-like till 5:00 AM;
7. Thai restaurant Friday night: To which we walked from our house, topping off dinners of pad thai and broccoli and chicken with a shared serving of truly sublime mango with sticky rice;
6. Special showing of Bright Star featuring a luminous Abbie Cornish and swoon-worthy Ben Whishaw (yes, even elf-like males can earn this distinction);
5. Intriguing-Inspiring-Educational Dept.: Brilliant Harvard neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor’s My Stroke of Insight, a firsthand account of the massive hemorrhagic stroke that shut down the left hemisphere of her brain, and her amazing recovery;
4. Metallic tempera: If a paint could be swoon-worthy, this would be, especially the coppery, bronze-y, goldish colors, which inexplicably make me want to paint hieroglyphics all day;
3. Bulbous foliage: the greenery–and lots of it–that presages spring blossoms; we’ll have a load of freesias, daffodils, and irises this year;
2. All the way from the north side of our house, we bring you delectable navel oranges: Have you ever looked at a juicy, dripping slice of orange in sunlight? I did today, and all of the little veins reminded me of butterfly wings. Beauteous thing, it was;
1. New snowshoes! Speaking of goldish, metallic, and ready to rock some crusty snow in the Sierras . . .