What Was I Saying About Regular Posting?

YES, what was that, anyway?
Okay, okay, here I am. It's after 10 p.m. and I've got dried gesso on my fingertips, but I'll tell you what's been going on.
Work, art, cooking and admiring the moon - and some other stuff.
I left a copy of "The Lovely Bones," by Alice Sebold, in JoAnn's inbox on Tuesday. I hope she gets a chance to read it. A book with the words "I was fourteen when I was murdered" in the first paragraph doesn't sound promising or credible, but if you've read it you'll know why I've recommended it to my friend. We both loooooovvve books of all sorts and I've been busy cleaning up my library shelves and going through lots of old memories. Some of the books took me back in time and I could remember the exact year I read them - where I was and what I was doing. Amazing!
On Wednesday, Sandi (a coworker) invited a few of us over to her house for lunch. She has a cozy home and is such a gracious hostess. Her house is all decorated for Christmas and I had to share this picture of her Christmas village, with its own very special touch, care of her son, Sam. (Those teenagers! He's got a good sense of humor don'cha think?)
Tonight was grocery shopping night for me and I went into some kind of holiday frenzy and bought up anything that had high levels of either fat, sugar or both. Some of these ingredients will be in the same homemade product - cookie or candy. Choose yer pizzen. (I've been re-reading "Lonesome Dove" by Larry McMurtry.)
I want to make fudge, I want to make shortbread, I want to make chocolate drizzled cookies. I even bought (gasp!) lard to make bizcochitos, a traditional New Mexico cookie flavored with anise seed. Yes, it's true, I've officially gone crazy. Will I have time for all this? Who knows. But I can try. I took the picture of the moon - I didn't even see the plane - on my way home from shopping.
In between dinner and posting I worked in my altered book journal. I have been trying layers of tissue paper, gesso, a doily, some paper collage and this is what I came up with. I didn't touch the page on the left, but the lady with the terrifically original word, "dream," is all mine. I like the little pyramid, cut from a book, at the bottom.
I think the Chinese characters say "rubbish," but I'm not sure. What I would like them to say is, "Bachelor No. 1, which do you think I would rather have rubbed on my back: lavender scented oil or melted chocolate?" Can you guess, dear reader? - femminismo