Last weekend was hectic. We hosted the annual Christmas party for the writer’s group so Saturday was cleaning and cooking. Sunday was recovery and more cleaning, and petting Wisp — we had to exile her upstairs for the evening and she got very needy the next day. The dogs, by contrast, thrived on the attention.
Regardless of the work, the party was great fun, as always. Excellent food, too — mine, TYG’s and our guests. We’ve been dining on leftovers most of this week.
(A shot of Wisp checking out the birds on our deck. We have a cat tree by the window now. So far she hasn’t used it).
Unfortunately, mundane tasks took over the week that followed. I had to take a package to the post office Tuesday, for instance, and you can imagine how long that took. I also had to meet with the repair guy who came in to look at our washing machine, which was clanging ominously. It was busted, so I spent part of the next couple of days researching a replacement, which I’ve now ordered. This weekend, TYG’s taking some of our dirty laundry to a friend’s house to wash.
I got one article in The Local Reporter, on disaster-planning for floods, dam failures, wildfires and so on. At Atomic Junkshop I looked at advertising for CBS’ fall of 1969 Saturday morning schedule—
— and at the moment Green Arrow grew a beard, the first step towards becoming the radical firebrand of the early Bronze Age. Nobody made comic-book archery look this cool before Neal Adams.
I got several films watched for Jekyll and Hyde, though two of them turned out to barely qualify for the appendix. But that happens with every movie book I’ve written.
Oh, and my friend Katherine Traylor posted an interview with me about my stories in The Ceaseless Way.
And now the weekend is here, considerably more laid back than last weekend’s. Trust me on this.
