Did you hear the big news that Target is making “Keeping Time” part of their “Emerging Authors” series? I’m so excited. Starting in December it’s going to be on a special stand in all their stores! Very happy news indeed.
I’ve had it with water. I’m serious. I’m done with it. This afternoon, I got caught in a deluge on a walk with my dog at about the halfway point of our loop, a mile and a half in front of us, a mile and a half behind. We pressed forward with me wishing I’d had thought to bring dog shampoo along. At least then I could have made good use of the situation.
We arrived home soaked to the bone. I just about had time to change into dry clothes before the roofers arrived, positioning themselves in the middle of my living room to carry on a lengthy discussion involving plans and strategies concerning a mysterious hole in the roof that was causing it to leak from a different spot every time it rained. I was standing in their circle, chiming in when necessary, when I noticed my dog happily drinking from a deep puddle on the hardwood floor. A puddle that might have gone unnoticed if she hadn’t been so noisily slopping it up, though at some point I’m sure one of us would have spotted the sudden and precipitous drop in the level of the water in the fish tank.
Long story short…. my fish guy raced here at breakneck speed, getting here just in time to narrowly – according to him – avert 110 gallons of water and nine flopping fish from ending up all over my floor. Apparently the silicone holding the front piece of glass was fast becoming undone and the pressure of 110 gallons of water was making disaster imminent.
All this only a week after our flooded basement and shed led to five days of professional mold remediation. I hate water! Anyone know of any available desert homes?
This is sort of funny…. I only recently finally got around to reading, “The Help,” certain that I was the last person standing who hadn’t yet read it. Turns out I was wrong. I just learned that mother’s just getting to it, too. So thanks, Mom, for being slower than I am.
9/11 – Ten Years Later. It’s all still there, just below a thin surface. The anger, the horror, the despair, the pain, the unheard plea for things to have gone another way, and for the people capable of such monstrous acts to just go away, stay away, fade away. My sympathy goes out to those who were in the direct path, the people who love them, and to the rest of us who lost a piece of our heart, our innocence, and our city that day.
It’s the last day before school starts for my boys. It’s going to be so quiet around here without my 12th grader, 10th grader and 7th grader.
Time to get back to work.
The power’s back! Six days after Irene blew through. Yippee!
Bottom line – It’s much more fun with cable and electricity than without!
Day five post Hurricane Irene turned Tropical Storm Irene. Still without power, though it came on last night – we all cheered – until this morning, when we lost it again – we all booed. No cell phone signals either. Yikes. Life by candlelight/lantern, cold showers and silence. Trees tossed in the most inconvenient places, continuing powerless traffic lights, schools and, until this morning, libraries. (I’m in the library now, making this blog possible.) A flooded basement, leaky roof, and now, apparently, mold. One son has a fever/strep throat. Another has a job that I have to drive him to – thirty five minutes in each direction. Am I complaining? Not at all…..
Not giving my creative life much thought.