An Ass, But A Well-Meaning Ass

So yesterday a nice person whom I had recently met asked me to be a friend on "Reunion.Com."
The site didn't appear very "friendly" or even intuitive (that almost always gets me in trouble), but there I was clicking through this and clicking through that, when eeeek! I had just clicked on send "Friend" request to my entire email list. 850+ people.

I know. Friggin' stupid.

Of course I tried to unclick, (is that a word?), thinking, no hoping, I hadn't really clicked. I had clicked. OMIGOD. Agents, editors, relatives, old friends, every mystery writer in the country, (well, almost) new friends, enemies, Romans, countrymen. All got an invite to be my friend.

Can you imagine anything more pathetic? Stupider? More assisine? Nope. Thought not.

In the meantime, I've heard from a couple old friends and acquaintances. Also some names I recognized but who didn't know me. I hope that this went mostly into the spam boxes. Or people just deleted it. I mean imagine, asking to "friend" the vet, your hairdresser, your entire high school class.

Oh god.

Feeling humble. Think I'll stick to LinkedIn.

Think I'll stick to writing stories. My robot catfish is burning up the oceans. New ideas for the 2nd half of the story. This robot is one hot ticket.

Time to take the pumpkin cheesecake out of the oven. Somehow, there was enough batter (to die for) for a 2nd cheesecake and sometimes one is lucky, and I had prepared graham cracker crumbs on hand, so in the off-chance that the entire cheesecake is devoured on Thursday, I'll have one at home in reserve.

How cool is that? Licking the beater was the ultimate.

Now if I could just figure out how to create a nevermind key for the computer. The hand is quicker than the eye. And even the brain. No, the brain works the hand. Some circuits must be quicker than others. I've really got to get this figured out.

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Rainy Day Recipes

A nice soaking rain today, good for the newly planted garden. When I ventured forth in jammies to pick parsley, cilantro and thyme, I noticed the bad bunny had not munched on anymore of the heirloom beets. Oh bad bunny, you have caused such grief this spring.

When it's raining and you are trying absolutely ANYTHING to postpone writing, cooking is a good substitute. I whipped up a batch of Mixed-Nut shortbread, which is so easy, so delicious, and so altogether delightful, it makes not writing and the rain so right.

http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/MIXED-NUT-SHORTBREAD-235491

I also made an Italian wedding soup, substituting ground chicken for ground veal in my old recipe. Looked on the web, but none of the recipes were similar. I make tiny meatballs out of ground chicken and seasonings, and a soup from onion, garlic,escarole and chicken broth (and seasoning) and is it ever good, in fact we were supposed to eat it two nights and now there's only enough for 1 lunch after tonight. Pass the breadsticks and the parmesan and celebrate the rain.

The organic broth was at Ocean State Job Lot for $1.50, and the store charged for red leaf lettuce instead of escarole (duh!), and I substituted bread crumbs moistened for bread, and added a good grind of nutmeg, and total deliciousness ensued. Economical,too.

Queried a couple agents I found on Litmatch.net, and entered a Linkedin profile. The day passed rather quickly and except for another edit of my short story, Bad Trip, I didn't write a word.

A new pork chop recipe from the grilling cookbook is next, with red bell pepper, fresh pineapple and jalapeno.

I'm so excited about grilling season and summer and my garden. As said before, obviously "a heart too soon made glad." What a lovely phrase. Thank you Browning, I think.

Grapeshot, whose heart is forever too soon made glad

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