Friday Flotsam

Frrrrrrrrrrrehdehhhhhhh!

This might be a dumb-dumb question but, where the hell do candles even go?

Like taper candles, when they burn down, some of them turn into molten medieval beauty-and-the-beast style dripeedos, and some straight up DISAPPEAR. And I’m perplexed every time yet too lazy to google it. Where do they go? Yes I’m breathing the fumes, I know, it’s probably toxic, we know, we’re all slowly turning into lizards, I know.

But where does it gooooo?! That was WAX and now it is gone. What in the Bill Nye is even happening here?

Fine I’ll google it never mind carry on ignore me.

I want to ask you something. And I’m actually serious. Seriously serious.

What makes you tick? If you can, name THREE things that make you tick.

Like, when you thrive, is that in downtime or a hustle bustle? Are you alone or surrounded with voices and bodies? Is it a specific activity or the absence of?

Name three specific things that make you tick. I’d love to hear it. Because as I age I’m more and more intrigued by human complexity and the practice of letting go. Which is sort of tied to things that make you tick yet also something completely different. I love making zero sense! It makes me tick. Just kidding, ha! I think.

Out of all the words that autocorrect chooses to change or “correct”, you’d think it would have the word RHYTHM perfected.

But nooooooooo. It’s the one word I rely on autocorrect to take the wheel on, and it fails me every.single.time. By now my phone should know I can’t now nor will ever be able to spell the word rhythyhum. I can’t do it. Physically impossible. My brain breaks every time. Yet my SMART phone can’t change that one word for me? Really? REALLY?

I’m fine why do you ask?

Weekend plans?

It’s a STUNNER around here, and I have very little plans which makes me unbearably giddy. Soccer game tonight under the stars, a bit of yard and garden sprucing, maybe a patio happy hour with a few friends, a Worlds of Fun Sunday for Will with his best friend’s family, and a lot of Mrs. Dalloway reading for me. Which I’ll admit, it takes a mental brain shift when reading someone like Virginia Woolf. She’s a different breed altogether, and I’m really enjoying it when I can actually FOCUS on it. But I have to wrap my head around the stream-of-consciousness style in this particular book. Have you read her? This is a whole post in itself. Never mind.

From this week! TWO RECIPES, you guys. Who is she?! First, a lighter chicken, broccoli and rice casserole that you’ll scream over. Seriously, light and fluffy, if a casserole can even be. And the video! Then we have lemon spaghetti with peas, mint and parm. INSANELY easy and so, so delicious. Make both this weekend! Here’s the video for you.

Alrighty, things that make you tick – spill it!