When it snows, ain’t it thrilling

[rolanni]

It was snowing when we went to bed last night. This morning, we woke to the plaintive beeping of UPS units, which was our first clue that the power had gone out.

We lay abed a little longer, hoping that the power would reassert itself — it didn’t — then rose reluctantly to greet the day. Happily, we have a gas stove, and after a brief search for matches, I heated water for tea while Steve made up a scrambled egg breakfast.

After breakfast, I used the snow shovel Steve had foresightfully brought up from the basement yesterday to push the collected precipitation off the deck and the outside stairs. We got maybe six inches of Very Soggy snow, which spent much of the day returning to its natural, more liquid, state. I’m supposing this means black ice and treacherous driving tonight, so everyone stay safe.

After doing my duty to the Goddess of Snows, I pulled out a pen and a yellow pad and started working on “Tinsori Light.”

The power came back around 1:00; Steve made us a wonderful turkey dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy, then we both went back to work.

“Tinsori Light” wants to be written out by hand, which is OK by me — and OK by Mozart, too, since writing out by hand means sitting on the couch with the floofy blanket and the lap desk. Mozart is highly in favor of floofy blankets and the couch.

I’ve transcribed what I wrote, and am pretty happy with what I have. I hope to continue tomorrow, but that’s not as certain as I’d like it to be, due to the rumored arrival of the painter, bearing color chips. Further rumor has her beginning to paint on Tuesday, which means tomorrow will be all about shifting the damn’ kitchen…into the bedroom.

Erk.

The good news is that the painter thinks she can have everything done in one day. If I could hear from the guy about the floors, my life would be complete. For values of complete which include going completely bonkers.

And, may I just say, apropos of nothing much, that I love, love, love, my new pastry mat? I’ve never had one before, and man! does it make kneading dough into a dream.

Hope everybody is safe and warm in the aftermath of the snowstorm.

Progress on “The Space at Tinsori Light”
1,041/8,000? OR 1.0% complete

Space is haunted.

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[6-penny.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad that you don't have to contemplate a commute to the day job on iced roads.

And happy kneading. I have always used a pancake turner to scrape the dough off of the work surface.

nitpickers

[stick-breaker.livejournal.com]

Don't you hate nitpickers? I'm a math major, the numbers just jump out at me. 1/8th is about 12 percent. 1k is 1% of 100k. So, is "The Space at Tinsori Light" planned to be 100k or 8k words. if it is 8k, then you are almost done! then I get to read it sooner! But if it is 100k there is more to enjoy! So either way I win!

Global warming is going to freeze us to death!

[(Anonymous)]

The deck survived? Man, that thing must have been a cat in a previous life.

We had a mess in Maryland and I closed at 1pm Saturday - but it
was mostly gone Sunday so we had a blast celebrating the recovery.
The girl scouts were treated to the fire dept screeching to a halt and
backing up in front of the shop so they could jump out and buy
cookies from the porch.

I love love love your snippet.
Lauretta@ConstellationBooks

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

The deck survived?

For values of. The whole structure shakes when somebody uses the stairs now.

And! We heard from the guy who's doing the replacement on Monday. He's going to start work Wednesday-tomorrow!

The same day the painters are due in.

...I have mixed feelings about not having heard from the floor guy, but yanno? I think relief may win out, here.