Posting will be scant for the coming week, as we’re packing up the “kids” and heading up to my dad’s place in Kentucky for the holiday. My poor dear unlucky cousin is a nurse, and she has to work – so she’ll be house-sitting while we’re gone, which always makes me feel better about leaving town. (Even if it makes me feel a little bad for her.)
Of course we can’t leave Greyson and Spainy behind to keep her company; they love the Old Kentucky Home and everyone in it – including the two Great Danes and Mr. Peanut the Cat, of whom you may expect many pictures to appear over on my twitter feed … if you’re in to that kind of thing. So tonight and tomorrow will be eaten up with laundry and packing, and a trip to the groomer for Greyson (who is smelling kind of ripe right now).
We’re heading out first thing Tuesday morning, after Greyson’s walk. As usual, it’ll be an adventure.
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Last night was hard. An old friend of ours has been moved to hospice care – and we got together with a small group of people to go and see him. It was a bit of a reunion; there were folks present who we don’t see often, or haven’t seen in years, and we tried to keep everything as normal as possible for the patient (who mostly knew us, but sometimes didn’t). We all gossiped about the coffeehouse, the folks we knew there, and our pets, and so forth, and so on.
After awhile he faded with exhaustion and morphine, so we all slipped away to let him rest. A few of the old guard ended up collecting at our house until midnight or so for beers and memories. It was good to see everyone, but I can’t say it was easy.
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The cat alternately shows improvement, and shows her stubborn side when it comes to yowling at night. Operation: KittySquish works more or less, except she’s figured out that when I get up to come find her…she’s gonna get stuffed under the covers for some forced cuddle-time. She is a cat, and she objects to this on cat-principle. So she’s started hiding from me.
I got up to “rescue” her three times last night, and the third time she was simply nowhere to be found. She flat refused to be located and I gave up, but she didn’t quit the serenade.
I don’t know. When we get back to town after Christmas, we may have to have a chat with the vet after all, with regard to some anti-anxiety meds or knock-out drops. This has been going on for weeks (months?), and it’s really wearing us down.
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I freely admit that 2014 hasn’t been so very kind – to us, or to a number of dear friends. Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out, that’s what I would say to 2014. But here it goes, and here comes the longest night – so onward and upward to brighter things in 2015. Or so we do dearly hope.
Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and cheery solstice. Whatever you celebrate, may you celebrate it warmly, and in the company of those you love.
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Here’s recent progress on my subtropical (art)deco mystery about a friendly medium in a historic spiritualist community teaming up with a WWI shell-shocked haberdasher who’s receiving love notes from hell … as inspired by a real place and a real set of bizarre (otherworldly?) incidents:
Deadline: February 1, 2015
New words written: 1746
Present total word count: 5192
Things Accomplished in Fiction: Considered some very strange possibilities; introduced a very sweet young fortune teller from Georgia, who has recently moved to a spiritualist community in Florida.
Things Accomplished in Real Life: [:: weekend edition ::] Neighborhood jaunt with dog; stuff around the house; some important emails; phone calls; trip to Walgreens; lunch with husband; the aforementioned trip to go visit Karl, who won’t be with us much longer.
Other: Slow progress, yes. I’ve been distracted. I also need to sit down and work out how this one’s going to progress, in a general sense. I’m usually more of an architect than a gardener when it comes to writing – but some stories need more planning than others, and this is one of them.
Other Other: I’ll probably end up renaming this project. I don’t have any good ideas yet, but I’m working on it.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 259,404
Here’s the little monster just DARING me to make up the bed.