Beginning the week

Monday, June 26th, 2017 07:16 pm
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So, the folks across the road from our back woods are building a house.  This is nothing new, they cleared the lot, oh, four years ago, and from time to time a truck and a couple guys would show up, perform Mystery Tasks and go away again.

Well, apparently they decided that This Summer is the Summer of the House, and they've been going at it, hammer, tongs, bulldozer, dump trucks, and electric drills from early to late.  Last night, the last dump truck delivery happened at 9:30, as I was reading a chapter from The Cat Who Saw Red (we alternate chapters), and the cats were in their places in the kitchen, listening avidly (big Koko fans in this house; though Trooper thinks Yum-Yum is just shy) -- and we all jumped at least a foot when the gate slammed open.

It's gotten to the point that I can't really figure out what they can be building down there.  Based on the amount of activity, it may well be an apartment complex.  Or possibly a space elevator.

In other news, work goes forth.  For the record, writing the last book in a five-book arc, which is simultaneously the last book in a 21-book arc -- is hard.

Who knew?

Today included baking another couple loaves of bread, which turned out well, and have been tucked into the freezer next to a half-loaf of last Friday's Pullman bread.  I think we're good for bread for the next week or so.  Which is a mixed blessing.  May have to switch to making cookies for displacement activity -- which is a much more perilous undertaking.

I have, in between this and that, finished the first draft of "Due Diligence," and have put it aside to rest while I pursue other work.  Such as choosing and reading the next story for our Patreon supporters*.

Speaking of which, I have one more bit of business to finish this evening, and then I'm done for the day.

Everybody stay cool.

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Date: 2017-06-28 11:58 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] theowlunderground
A former preacher at our church had a Siamese cat named Yum-Yum who stepped off the straight and narrow path and had a litter of kittens to show for her indiscretions. We ended up with a coal black one with gold eyes and named him, of course, Koko. I was a 'tweenager at the time, which was in the last half of the previous century. This is the same preacher who turned my dad onto Walt Kelly's Pogo comic, and to Gilbert and Sullivan operettas. In addition to the Siamese, they had a black Lab named Wagner (named after the Wagner who wrote opera).

Bummer about the construction. They make noise cancelling headphones if you can tolerate the wearing of same, not to mention the purchase price.
Edited Date: 2017-06-28 12:00 pm (UTC)

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