We sprang a leak in the cold water pipe in the bathroom yesterday. So our dear, wonderful son, who lives an hour away, is coming to fix it this morning. Later today, Grandson #1 is coming to mow the lawn. Between the two visits, I'll be doing some work outside and then reading on our screened-in porch, my favorite warm weather activity.
Getting a giant load of wood from a friend who had to drop a couple trees. That will be hub's free time job this summer. Beyond that, I have to pick up around here because family is coming for grilling. And I have a friend who has emailed me three days in a row and said, "Happy Sunday How Are You?" Time to start life again.
With today being Memorial Day in the United States of America, I'll be remembering even more than usual, with gratefulness, the price many people paid so that I get to live in this country I love so much.
Some of my pondering today will be done in the garden. It's Plant Everything That's Left time, which means all the plants I started inside that haven't gone into the garden yet--from Anaheim chili peppers to zucchini--are going in today. Have a great day, all!
Counting early morning raindrops. My husband will be watching WWll movies all day. Grilling later with household members only. Folks around here are still a little nervous about easing up. Odd...living on the edge of a hotspot.
Putting the U.S. Flag out, if the rain holds off. Writing daily entry in my coronavirus pandemic journal. Working on my WIP Middle School biography outline. Finishing a picture book critique. Planting pole beans. Hitting my basement gym for an hour or so.
So far? Went down the local kebab joint With my husband and drank beers with a guy who told us the story of how he was kidnapped as a child, became a pickpocket, got rescued, then became a kebab master. Told with some epic hand gestures I can't faithfully reproduce in writing. He treated us to kebabs but I would go again just for the story.
Also, on a more mundane level, wondering where my flash entry got to. Inbox purgatory, Shark bait bucket, or Karkoon's Pit of Wallowing in Rejectionly Despair, being my main guesses right now.
With the usual ceremony cancelled on the village green, I'll take time to remember my late husband, three and half years in the Pacific, WWII; my late brother-in-law, European theater, Purple Heart, Bronze Star; my other deceased brother-in-law, Korea, Purple Heart. And be grateful my nephew, Delta Force, 16 deployments, is here, and doesn't have to be remembered with a cemetery flag.
I am going to take groceries to my parents. I am also hoping to find some new plants for my balcony planter that I won't kill inside a week. I might take a walk.
I am hoping to get in a mindset to write a little later on. And I might read and take a nap at some point. A nap might be kind of cool as I can't freaking sleep during night.
I have a delightful new neighbor who insists on blaring loud music after midnight, every night all night. And literally doesn't give a flying f when all the other neighbors complain. Lots of my neighbors have small children and/or work in hospitals and so are getting really little time off as it is. And tons of us are working remote right now and actually do need our sleep.
The offending neighbor can't be evicted right now, and my guess they intend to play squatter until someone official forces them out. So that's fun. And I have no idea what else to do. It's so rude. And in the middle of a pandemic, this person could win asshat of the year. Ok, done with rant. Time for more coffee.
Husband Jim and I, and our six dogs, just got back from an hour walk around the property. I'm going to head back out to the Proud Spirit herd armed with a brush and a bottle of Cowboy Magic. Working wind knots out of manes is extremely therapeutic.
Every time I read/hear about people dealing with obnoxious neighbors, I am even more grateful than usual that we live on 175 acres in the middle of BFE. {Elise HUGS to you}.
egads, y'all. Sorry about the The Case of the Missing Flash Fiction entry. They were trapped in the To Be Moderated laundry bag. I have retrieved, and posted.
Goofing around on the computer in the morning--still trying to figure out what my next project will be--and working in the afternoon. Essential business on one of the biggest shopping days of the year. Should be interesting.
Taking some time in the evening to remember those who are no longer with us, but who did so much to make our lives better.
Dull, grey day down here. Rain all around us, but not here.
I have great faith that if I start something the rain will come.
Hoped to continue along with the painting. Still have the carport and the walls by the pool. The carport has a great deal of stuff on it and I some of it needs to stay dry, so it will wait.
Already getting neighbors quips about Robin" Egg Blue with Baby Shit Beige trim.
Thinking about all the soldiers who didn't make it back.
It's warm and sunny here, a pretty perfect day in southwestern WI. Wrote this morning, went out for a walk, and am settling in for the afternoon writing session.
One more week until my book launches. (Dr. Mary Walker's Civil War)
Dividing irises, rescuing root-bound chard, ignoring the dishes, a 2 hour walk with the wee ones involving takeout bacon & coffee. I have dreamed of this life for decades.
Happy and thoughtful Memorial Day to everyone observing.
Just mowed my mom's lawn and met a few neighbors. They all have their stories. I'm not sure if they listen to anyone else's, but they all love telling theirs.
Love the shark sign. I'm gonna be an effin' shark tonight when I get back to outlining the Next Big Thing. The beginning is always a fascinating place to be!
Tuesday morning here. With life starting to unroll back towards some semblance of normal, I got dressed in something other than my tracky dacks, which I have lived in perfectly happily everyday since lockdown began. How long that has been is evident by the shocked comments my family made.
Totally in love with that shark sign. I've been looking for something to stick on my door with that kind of attitude so the family leave me alone when I am writing.
I've got "Unless you are bleeding or there is fire, leave me alone, I'm writing" but if anyone here has other suggestions I'd love to hear them.
Even having a few different ones to rotate so they don't become "part of the furniture" and ignored would be great.
For a number of reasons I’m not much of a holiday kinda guy, so, as far as I’m concerned, today’s just a another manic Monday (I wish it was Sunday, ‘cause that’s my fun day – for all you 80s kids out there). Life being what it is at the moment, with the odd bit of quarantine and the occasional full body armor danger-walk to the corner store, Mrs. Casual and I are taking the opportunity afforded to us by being jobless and without drumming gigs, to plan our immanent flight from the city that never sleeps, so we can move to a quieter, let’s just say less “New York-y” kind of place, and actually get some (...sleep, that is).
Chiming in late, as usual, and realizing it's been a while since I commented vs lurking. Life lately has been . . . interesting. Good things, just crazy and requiring all my attention.
I created an Instagram account today, for my "real life" identity. Something I thought I'd never do, as I'm not online anywhere under my real name. But I got tired of being the only one who couldn't see the clever, funny, gorgeous, creative things my extended family members were posting. It was so weird to click the exact opposite settings of my writerly SM accounts: NO I don't want you to suggest others should follow me, NO I don't want to be open to messages, NO I don't want to get notifications, HELL NO don't send me email, in fact let's just go ahead and make this a private account. It felt defiant and oddly liberating, disregarding all the "wise advice" given to writers trying to be seen and to break out of obscurity. Maybe I'll actually end up enjoying Instagram.
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watering the newly planted grass. gently. at least three times.
We sprang a leak in the cold water pipe in the bathroom yesterday. So our dear, wonderful son, who lives an hour away, is coming to fix it this morning. Later today, Grandson #1 is coming to mow the lawn. Between the two visits, I'll be doing some work outside and then reading on our screened-in porch, my favorite warm weather activity.
Getting a giant load of wood from a friend who had to drop a couple trees. That will be hub's free time job this summer. Beyond that, I have to pick up around here because family is coming for grilling. And I have a friend who has emailed me three days in a row and said, "Happy Sunday How Are You?" Time to start life again.
With today being Memorial Day in the United States of America, I'll be remembering even more than usual, with gratefulness, the price many people paid so that I get to live in this country I love so much.
Some of my pondering today will be done in the garden. It's Plant Everything That's Left time, which means all the plants I started inside that haven't gone into the garden yet--from Anaheim chili peppers to zucchini--are going in today. Have a great day, all!
We're thinking of trying a "Walktail" Hour. (Google it.)
Counting early morning raindrops.
My husband will be watching WWll movies all day. Grilling later with household members only. Folks around here are still a little nervous about easing up. Odd...living on the edge of a hotspot.
Putting the U.S. Flag out, if the rain holds off. Writing daily entry in my coronavirus pandemic journal. Working on my WIP Middle School biography outline. Finishing a picture book critique. Planting pole beans. Hitting my basement gym for an hour or so.
So far? Went down the local kebab joint With my husband and drank beers with a guy who told us the story of how he was kidnapped as a child, became a pickpocket, got rescued, then became a kebab master. Told with some epic hand gestures I can't faithfully reproduce in writing. He treated us to kebabs but I would go again just for the story.
Also, on a more mundane level, wondering where my flash entry got to. Inbox purgatory, Shark bait bucket, or Karkoon's Pit of Wallowing in Rejectionly Despair, being my main guesses right now.
With the usual ceremony cancelled on the village green, I'll take time to remember my late husband, three and half years in the Pacific, WWII; my late brother-in-law, European theater, Purple Heart, Bronze Star; my other deceased brother-in-law, Korea, Purple Heart. And be grateful my nephew, Delta Force, 16 deployments, is here, and doesn't have to be remembered with a cemetery flag.
I am going to take groceries to my parents. I am also hoping to find some new plants for my balcony planter that I won't kill inside a week. I might take a walk.
I am hoping to get in a mindset to write a little later on. And I might read and take a nap at some point. A nap might be kind of cool as I can't freaking sleep during night.
I have a delightful new neighbor who insists on blaring loud music after midnight, every night all night. And literally doesn't give a flying f when all the other neighbors complain. Lots of my neighbors have small children and/or work in hospitals and so are getting really little time off as it is. And tons of us are working remote right now and actually do need our sleep.
The offending neighbor can't be evicted right now, and my guess they intend to play squatter until someone official forces them out. So that's fun. And I have no idea what else to do. It's so rude. And in the middle of a pandemic, this person could win asshat of the year. Ok, done with rant. Time for more coffee.
Today is my oldest son's 29th birthday! My parents are coming over and we'll have Swiss cheese fondue for lunch and cake.
Shifting gears back to mom/homeschool mode after a long work weekend. Pretty sure it's wine o'clock or at least half-past chocolate right about now...
Planting words and tomatoes. Sitting in the sun on the deck. Reading those talented contest entries.
Brenda
Husband Jim and I, and our six dogs, just got back from an hour walk around the property. I'm going to head back out to the Proud Spirit herd armed with a brush and a bottle of Cowboy Magic. Working wind knots out of manes is extremely therapeutic.
Every time I read/hear about people dealing with obnoxious neighbors, I am even more grateful than usual that we live on 175 acres in the middle of BFE. {Elise HUGS to you}.
egads, y'all.
Sorry about the The Case of the Missing Flash Fiction entry.
They were trapped in the To Be Moderated laundry bag.
I have retrieved, and posted.
My fault on that, sorry!
Today? Graduation photos and chores. And hopefully writing.
Thankyou!
Goofing around on the computer in the morning--still trying to figure out what my next project will be--and working in the afternoon. Essential business on one of the biggest shopping days of the year. Should be interesting.
Taking some time in the evening to remember those who are no longer with us, but who did so much to make our lives better.
Many regards on the day to one and all.
A whole lot of nothing so far. Listening to the birds chirping outside, might go see if any stores are open
Dull, grey day down here. Rain all around us, but not here.
I have great faith that if I start something the rain will come.
Hoped to continue along with the painting. Still have the carport and the walls by the pool. The carport has a great deal of stuff on it and I some of it needs to stay dry, so it will wait.
Already getting neighbors quips about Robin" Egg Blue with Baby Shit Beige trim.
Plotting out another book.
Thinking about all the soldiers who didn't make it back.
It's warm and sunny here, a pretty perfect day in southwestern WI. Wrote this morning, went out for a walk, and am settling in for the afternoon writing session.
One more week until my book launches. (Dr. Mary Walker's Civil War)
Dividing irises, rescuing root-bound chard, ignoring the dishes, a 2 hour walk with the wee ones involving takeout bacon & coffee. I have dreamed of this life for decades.
Happy and thoughtful Memorial Day to everyone observing.
Just mowed my mom's lawn and met a few neighbors. They all have their stories. I'm not sure if they listen to anyone else's, but they all love telling theirs.
Love the shark sign. I'm gonna be an effin' shark tonight when I get back to outlining the Next Big Thing. The beginning is always a fascinating place to be!
Brigid, what is this takeout bacon you speak of...?
So far, today has been a bread baking and gardening day. Next up: house cleaning. Yay?
I installed a new waste disposal unit in the kitchen sink, and took my daughter to Barnes and Noble to buy HEARTLESS by Marissa Meyer.
I'd say that makes for a productive Monday. :)
Tuesday morning here. With life starting to unroll back towards some semblance of normal, I got dressed in something other than my tracky dacks, which I have lived in perfectly happily everyday since lockdown began. How long that has been is evident by the shocked comments my family made.
Totally in love with that shark sign. I've been looking for something to stick on my door with that kind of attitude so the family leave me alone when I am writing.
I've got "Unless you are bleeding or there is fire, leave me alone, I'm writing" but if anyone here has other suggestions I'd love to hear them.
Even having a few different ones to rotate so they don't become "part of the furniture" and ignored would be great.
For a number of reasons I’m not much of a holiday kinda guy, so, as far as I’m concerned, today’s just a another manic Monday (I wish it was Sunday, ‘cause that’s my fun day – for all you 80s kids out there). Life being what it is at the moment, with the odd bit of quarantine and the occasional full body armor danger-walk to the corner store, Mrs. Casual and I are taking the opportunity afforded to us by being jobless and without drumming gigs, to plan our immanent flight from the city that never sleeps, so we can move to a quieter, let’s just say less “New York-y” kind of place, and actually get some (...sleep, that is).
Backpacking! Locally of course.
Yay! Thanks Janet!
Chiming in late, as usual, and realizing it's been a while since I commented vs lurking. Life lately has been . . . interesting. Good things, just crazy and requiring all my attention.
I created an Instagram account today, for my "real life" identity. Something I thought I'd never do, as I'm not online anywhere under my real name. But I got tired of being the only one who couldn't see the clever, funny, gorgeous, creative things my extended family members were posting. It was so weird to click the exact opposite settings of my writerly SM accounts: NO I don't want you to suggest others should follow me, NO I don't want to be open to messages, NO I don't want to get notifications, HELL NO don't send me email, in fact let's just go ahead and make this a private account. It felt defiant and oddly liberating, disregarding all the "wise advice" given to writers trying to be seen and to break out of obscurity. Maybe I'll actually end up enjoying Instagram.
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