Week #40: One day to ruin them all

“The best-laid plans of mice & men often go awry…” – Robert Burns (paraphrase)

I had a crazy dream this morning about a dream that I had dreamt the night before (which I actually hadn’t, but I really believed that I had). It was very involved & complex & completely insane—so perfect for a dream. Having a fairly open Saturday with a funky dream was a lovely blessing. I woke up smiling & had time to get things done. Or so I thought.

After last week’s post about doing things ahead of time, I’ve kept working on my costume, which I thought would get done today. I had planned to use sewing in the zipper or making sugar glass (for treats for a Halloween party tonight) as my AN52 thing. Emphasis on planned. Today turned into one of those sneaky days where you’re off your guard because you think everything is going well right until it all explodes in your face. The pattern for my costume got me about 80% of the way done until I couldn’t figure out how I was supposed to prep the back for the zipper. By that time I had to start getting ready for the party & making my muffins & the set up for my sugar glass. That was about 3 hours ago & I’m still waiting for it to solidify. Now I’m super late for the party, with cupcakes I tried to make scary, but that really just look horrifying because they’re supposed to be food, a gaping hole in the back of my costume & none of the anticipated AN52 things achieved with minus 3-ish hours left. (Sorry for the run-on sentence, I think it’s a side effect of the stinkiness of the day.)

But I gave everything the old college try—last minute, yep that’s college. Yet, there’s still good in this day & it’s worth fighting for. Even though it’s definitely clutching at straws, I’m counting my new thing this week as purchasing The Hobbit. As a self-professed geeky nerd of nerdy geekness, I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve never owned it before. I have read it via libraries a time or two. But I now can earmark my own copy & save it for my kids & not pay fines on it no matter how long I take to read it. Either way, it’s a small comfort, like a ring in a coat pocket or the tale of a nine-fingered hobbit after a long journey.

Week #34: Boy-quets

“No, really. Just do it. You have some kind of weird reasons that are okay.”—Paul Thomas Anderson

I don’t typically wear makeup because I value any amount sleep more than being sort of cuter (& blinking 10 times more frequently because my eyes are irritated). But as a girl, I’m glad it’s socially acceptable to have the option of painting my face sans being an extra in Braveheart or supporting my favorite sports team. Being a woman isn’t easy (reportedly, neither so is being a man), but we do have some awesome perks. We can choose pants or skirts, no problem (though Scottish men have got me there too), be enchanted by butterflies, rock a Bedazzler & a table saw, & chocolate? Can guys lay claim to an entire flavor—bacon doesn’t count, it’s God’s gift to everybody—but I think you get my point. Girls have it pretty lucky. We get to be pretty, pretty princesses & boys are generally supposed to spend money on us.

One of my guy friends recently gave me a book for my birthday with 1,000 ideas for AN52 things in it. So, as the last hours of the week approached without a project, I flipped through the pages & stumbled across one that was coincidentally poetic. Add to the fact that same guy friend wasn’t having the best day & I had to get groceries anyway, I bucked the norm, did what the book said & bought the boy a bouquet.

For such a small thing, I definitely got some good experience out of it. First of all, what flowers to choose? Piddly flowers wouldn’t do; like a floppy-armed hug, that would just kind of say, I don’t really want to do this. But an extravagant bouquet would be weird(er). I ended up picking some brightly dyed daisies with a majority of blue blooms (hehe—blue blooms—I like that), figuring it was a neutral-ish bouquet. I stopped by his house on the way home & his dad let me in. I explained to his parents what I was doing & also bribed them with ice cream so they wouldn’t feel left out. Waiting for him to come downstairs, I felt kind of strange standing there holding the flowers. All of the examples from history & cinema of such moments were running through my head & it seemed as if I was breaking some unwritten girl code. Luckily, he didn’t think it was (too) weird & no womaninjas came out of the woodwork to see that it never happened again. The weirdness feeling was gone (smiles will do that) & it was just good to see a friend having a little better day because of something goofy.

As one of my smaller, yet weirder AN52 projects, I think I’ll brand ‘Bouquets for Boys’ as a success. Flowers make almost all people smile & I like that—I think this perks sharing thing might become a habit. But chocolate’s still just for girls!

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