Random photos I haven’t posted yet. First a caterpillar caught hanging from its silk (I think)
Then a heron.
And finally, a cute shot of Snowdrop.
Happy Friday!
Random photos I haven’t posted yet. First a caterpillar caught hanging from its silk (I think)
Then a heron.
And finally, a cute shot of Snowdrop.
Happy Friday!
Filed under Miscellanea
A good, productive week, even if I feel quite wiped out.
Last weekend was our annual writer’s group Christmas Party. Smaller than usual, still fun, and we’re still pigging out on leftovers. However it’s an exhausting day setting up for it, from cleaning to cooking (chili, cornbread, beer bread, fruit compote). Next year we’re going to plan better and do some of the cleaning earlier in the month (stuff can be moved out of the way).
Of course, I had to move my computer up to my office and out of the way. Turns out someone knew the password.

One of my goals for next year is cleaning up my room. Quite aside from my guest (a doll from my mother’s play therapy practice) it’s disorganized enough even I can’t stand it.
Anyway, that left TYG and me wiped out Sunday, though we managed to put the house back into shape. Fortunately I’ve been sleeping well lately — every so often I’ll go through a no-insomnia stretch and this is apparently one of them. As I mentioned last week, waking up “late” throws me off my game but this time I seem to be coping.
I got two stories in for The Local Reporter, one on local first responders winning an award and one on local GoFundMe projects. And I’m feeling more confident I can finish the book. I rewrote about 40 percent of the text, wrote more on the Hulk chapter and put some more thought into the title. The rewriting showed me it’s in better shape than I realized. Yay me.
Very little else got done. I have several tasks I want to complete but I’m confining myself to the absolute necessities right now. I may be writing this weekend — I’ll probably put in at least one day — but it won’t be as exhausting as the party. Not that I mind — we don’t entertain much so it’s nice to have one big event every year.

Plushie had his recheck Monday. The review is mixed: he’s improving, though not as fast as they’d like. Surgery might still be necessary but maybe not. So we continue what we’re doing (exercise, walks, PT) and have another checkup in January. Fingers crossed. He also got his eye exam and despite his glaucoma, his peepers are still holding up. The vet was quite astonished he’s almost sixteen. That pleases us.
And I sold one copy of Sex for Dinner, Death for Breakfast last month. Thank you, unknown buyer, for giving my book a shot.
Bonus photo, here’s Snowdrop under the Christmas tree. So far neither cat has attempted to climb it.

Not a lot of snow but it came down overnight and stayed on the ground.

And on the cars.

Fortunately no ice so we could walk the dogs in safety.
Keeping with the snow theme, here’s Snowdrop visiting us in the bedroom.

Filed under Miscellanea, Personal, The Dog Ate My Homework
As I wrote in 2017 if I lived in isolation it would be much easier to manage my time. I’d be more efficient but, of course, more miserable. You can trust me on this; I was single and pet-free for most of my life and married with pets is better.
This year I got even less isolated due to making Snowdrop an inside cat back in January. After the first week or so, it worked out well; Wisp slept downstairs with Snowdrop at night so I could wake up and do a half-hour of exercise and stretching without the cats deciding my body language was an invitation to snuggle. After a long stretch of doing that stuff irregularly (ever since we took Wisp in two-plus years ago) the improvement in how my body feels is marked (plus improvements in things like balance).
But the nature of living in a house with four pets and another person is that there’s never a permanent time-management solution. First we have Dudley’s injuries requiring added PT time. Then the past couple of months we’ve been going to bed later — not the occasional thing where I have a Zoom writers’ meeting or TYG has to work late but just shifting “normal” by a half-hour to an hour. No big, except that it means I get up later (assuming I’m sleeping well, and lately I have been) which throws off my schedule. I wind up skipping exercise or skipping the half-hour of tea and reading that follows it up, or I do both and start writing a lot later. Which is not good because with the PT and various other stuff, I don’t have any wriggle room to make it up later in the day. And in the evening, I’m not up for it.

(Plushie escaped recently when we neglected to lock his cage. Fortunately he didn’t do anything to harm his leg, just climbed up on the couch).
Another is that TYG’s been doing more work in the early morning before bringing Plushie down. That results in dog PT, walkies and my morning ablutions not getting done until around 9:30, about 90 minutes later than “normal.” Logically I should have 90 minutes extra before she comes down but frequently it doesn’t work that way. Perhaps because Trixie insists on coming down earlier and I spend extra time petting her? It doesn’t seem like that can be the whole thing, but …
This week part of the problem has been Dudley suddenly resisting eating his meds, no matter what tasty treats we wrap them in. He’ll eat them eventually but it can add a good ten minutes to the morning routine.
And part of it is that I bought us a Jacquie Lawson digital advent calendar, having had so much fun with one a friend got us last year. Checking out the day’s offerings in the morning eats time, but pleasantly. A couple of days ago, the game for the day was decorating a snowman. We went, perhaps, a little overboard.

I will muddle through this month and launch some sort of adjusted schedule with the New Year.
As for writing, I have a profile of John Fussa, Carrboro’s new planning director, up at The Local Reporter, as well as one about the Carrboro Garden Club’s Town Hall wreath. And then there’s Jekyll and Hyde.
This week I accomplished one of the nuts-and-bolts of writing this book, going over the cast and behind the scenes credits for each entry and fleshing them out. Also rearranging some of the entries to make sure the chapters are even length; figuring out which chapters a couple of movies should go in (they don’t quite fit any of the chapter topics); and checking for movies I’d forgotten to enter in the book at all (there were a couple). I think I’m on track for an end of the year finish.
On a lighter note, I’ve been attending a Genre Book Club this year, an event sponsored by the Durham Library where the organizer picks a genre each month and we all read a book of our choice fitting the theme. At this week’s meeting, Elle, the moderator, gave regular attendees Christmas ornaments reflecting our choice of books through the year.
Very cool.
Simak cover by Richard Powers. All rights to images remain with current holders.
Filed under Nonfiction, Personal, The Dog Ate My Homework, Time management and goals, Writing
Snowdrop and Wisp have decided the spare bedroom is their safe space. Snow is much happier letting us pet him there than anywhere else.

They don’t sit in the cat tower as much as they used to but here’s a photo anyway.

And one of them waiting on the hearth. Possibly hinting we should put down fresh water — they seem to have settled on sitting there as their symbol.

Filed under The Dog Ate My Homework
I got up this morning and realized for the first time in years, I hadn’t scheduled a post already (sometimes they don’t load right, but they’re always scheduled). In lieu of anything thoughtful and intelligent, here are some photos of Snowdrop looking at you.
This space between the coffee table and the couch is his favorite bolt-hole.

Under the chair is another.

Here he’s watching Wisp. They seem to enjoy sitting together in the cat tower, but not on the same level.

Filed under The Dog Ate My Homework
This cat toy has multiple parts that move at random, keeping Wisp and Snowdrop fascinated. It was one of TYG’s better pet buys.

Here we Snowdrop a little higher off the ground.

Happy Friday! Bring on the three day weekend for anyone who’s getting one.
Filed under Personal, The Dog Ate My Homework
As Snowdrop hides behind the couch, sometimes the easiest way out is under the lamp next to me on the coffee table.

He’s becoming more social, letting us give him belly rubs on occasion. Other times, like this, he’s more standoffish.

Given we yanked him inside just three months ago, we’re getting along remarkably well.
Filed under Personal, The Dog Ate My Homework