Writing Interruption
I’ve actually been writing, hooray!!
But have you ever been typing away when all of a sudden the actual act of typing jolts you out of the flow of what you were writing? I mean, some words are just so darned fun to type that I suddenly become aware of the mechanics of typing them.
This happens to me most often with words typed entirely by one hand. These are my faves:
address
opinion
areas
minion
million
recess
excess
access
hilly
lily
wave
were
And just plain fun to type: committee. In fact, I usually end up putting two “i’s” in there because I get carried away.
Apparently I’m easily distracted.
Found any faves yourself??
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Great Reading to Keep You Out of the Cold
Looking for some good reading and a great excuse to curl up and stay warm in today’s -30C temperatures? I am. Check out the Children’s & Young Adult Bloggers’ Literary Awards, now in its third year.
The Cybils shortlist of finalists at
http://dadtalk.typepad.com/cybils/2009/01/the-2008-cybils-finalists.html
will keep you busy with quality reading for a long time.
Congrats to all finalists, from me, one of last year’s finalists. 
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Stinky Situation Solved
At least one of the grumbles from the other day has been solved. But it’s a bit embarrassing how it all turned out. That stinky melting plastic-y smell coming from my car? I couldn’t stand it anymore. Envisioning my car catching fire while I was in the middle of nowhere among other disastrous causes/effects was driving me crazy. Only using the heater at half capacity in an attempt to avoid the smell was (a.) freezing me to death and (b.) not working. So I broke down and took the car into the garage to find the source of the stink.
Turns out a lousy plastic grocery bag had become stuck to the catalytic converter (or whatever–some part underneath the car that gets hot, I am no expert on cars) and was melting on it so the fan was blowing the smell inside the car. I’d likely driven over the bag at some point.
More litter plaguing my life!
Yet another reason to hate those plastic bags!
Bet the garage guys got a good laugh at me.
A small bit of stink lingers, like my vague feeling that perhaps I should have discovered the root cause myself, but in my defense I am not in the habit of lying on the ground and crawling under my car.
The end result is that I am a little lighter in the wallet (groan) but also a little lighter in the worry department. Phew!
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