Cloudy Saturday

[rolanni]

You may have heard the rumor that we're writing a book here in East Winslow. Well!  The rumor's true, and work continues.  Yesterday's project was to frog about 5,000 words (thanks to Brenda Clough for this very useful word, "frog"), and to wander around the house wailing and rubbing ashes in my hair, finally to gather with Steve at the kitchen table for two hours of serious staring at each other, interspersed with sentence fragments, after which I repaired to my office to make several pages of dense notes.  I also identified the section that needs to be built up in order for this other section here to work, and the place where I forgot to put back in a scene that I took out because it was in the wrong place the first time.

Today's project is to fix both of those problems and to get with the notes.

Yesterday, we also signed 180 books.  Today, we will sign the remaining 60, and commence in to personalizing 68, after which we will tape up the boxes, affix labels, and on Monday call UPS to make a pickup.

Today we will also view two, perhaps three, houses in the Greater Waterville Megaplex.  I'm in the mood to choose one of the three and Have Done, so it will be Steve's job to Be Prudent.

Yesterday, we also had the Dead River guy, who repositioned the propane tank, which had been displaced by the Snows of Winter, leveled it, and replaced the cutoff valve which had been savaged by ice.  It's interesting to note that, when a particularly intense CLANG! came forth from the work site, Sprite ran back to my office, to take shelter in the Safest Spot -- which would be Grandpa Mozart's place under my desk.

I may have forgotten to mention the other day that, when I had my height taken at my annual, I was found to no longer be six foot tall.  I'm now a paltry 70.75 inches tall.  I suppose no one will look up to me now.

Tomorrow On Monday I shall visit the vampires, which means that tomorrow tonight I shall fast, and then I will come home to write some more.

Tomorrow, then, being Sunday, will be a Day of All Writing.

What're y'all doing that's fun or interesting?

Comments

Frogging

[charlie russel (from livejournal.com)]

Ah, "frog" - one of my favourite knitting words, though certainly not a favourite knitting action. And hardly a favourite writing action, but when the story (or the sweater) demands it, one must do it and get on with it.

As for the house, I'm sure I'd be of your position about now. Though I admit, I'd rather just not move at all, thank you.

[bandicoot.livejournal.com]

Looking at houses is fun. Until it isn't.

Cold and cloudy here. Not looking at houses weather.

[thewol.livejournal.com]

Getting a new (to you) house is nice, but I don't envy you the moving part. I moved a year ago next week (how time flies! -- I must be having fun). Moved and downsized in the process and it was a b*tch. The movers loaded up the furniture and books in the truck and unloaded it. Then I loaded up the 3 kitties and their gear in the car and unloaded them, all in one day. Took me two weeks to move everything else-- my whole kitchen, clothes, computers and personal stuff -- 9 plastic bins at a time -- packing, moving and unpacking the same 9 bins at least twice a day, and sometimes three, for two blessed weeks! That's not counting the garage sales, and the"estate" sale and sorting everything. The whole process took a solid month and by June I was exhausted. I'd just as soon not do it again any time soon. Each time I move, I seem to halve my library -- The Friends Of the Library make out like bandits every time.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I used to move every year, but I had no Stuff, relatively speaking. Everything, including the cat, pretty much fit in the car. I could pack up after breakfast at the old place, and be having pizza at the new place that evening.

We've had 23 years to fill this house with Stuff, and moving...isn't going to be pretty.

Interesting! ha!

[nanette furman (from livejournal.com)]

Fighting the insidious flood waters... Though not yet as bad as Sep.11 2013- Getting there possibly. Is this you guys' revenge for your horrendous snowy winter?

Be well! , and hoping the writing smooths out.

Re: Interesting! ha!

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Are you getting the storm coming up the east coast? It's supposed to reach us, oh, Tuesday-ish, if it doesn't blow itself out, or spin out to sea. While I'm not looking forward to getting soaked, I hope we do get some piece of the storm -- Maine's under a red flag fire alert, which seems...hard after having to cope with 10 feet of snow.

Re: Interesting! ha!

[nanette furman (from livejournal.com)]

Nope- Colorado! Getting the backlash from the Texas grimness. We don't have absorbtive soil, and a week of rain is just intolerable. I do get the ridiculous too much wet, and then dry enough for fires. Happens all the time here. sigh I'll hope for you to get just the nice wet edge, no big blow :) Our rain turned to snow, That at least gives us a breather- but it is ruining my lilacs.

Blessings on your week!

"I suppose no one will look up to me now."

[bookmobiler.livejournal.com]

Can we have a show of hands to show her how wrong she is?
My, what a lot of hands I see.
Well even Sharon can't be right all the time. :)

Re: "I suppose no one will look up to me now."

[attilathepbnun.livejournal.com]

*joins in the hands-waving*

Re: "I suppose no one will look up to me now."

[margotinez.livejournal.com]

I started at 5' 7 3/4"about where you are now, and have shrunk a couple of inches. Not nearly as bad as my-aunt-the-nun who has diminished from 5' 8" to 5', due to osteoporosis. So I will join in the looking up if ever fortunate enough to meet you in person.

Strange Weather

[catherine ives (from livejournal.com)]

It's now been days and days of rain here in S, Utah. An unseasonably cold.. Glad that Sprite is very prudent and took up the safe place under your desk. One cannot be too careful.

Just want to let you know that all my little dogs will still have to severely crane their necks to even look up at you. So that's something.

Thanks for signing our books.