Monday, July 11, 2011
Or maybe a lox party
I thought the pox party mentioned in M. T. Anderson's The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing book was scary. But that was before I heard about botox parties.
Next spring, you should come to my backyard and look at the flox. They're quite pretty.
[That's right, Yat Yee. Stay silent for weeks, then come back with a fluff post.]
I promise that substantive posts will be forthcoming, right after I get out of the enchanting and at times overwhelming forest filled with intriguing plants, blinding colors, and promising paths that is my life right now.
The YA novel is being revamped, the kids are at home, things are still being unpacked from three back-to-back trips, and thoughts provoked by recent TKD events are swirling around, attempting to become coherent.
But then it's summer. What did I expect, really?