As I mentioned the other day, the matilija poppy definitely lives:
Yay! Now it just has to make it through the winter for me to feel *real* secure that it’s going to make it…but this is tremendously encouraging.
I got back into Hobgoblin today–I was going to work on that second freelance project, but oops, I didn’t have the source material I needed, so there was nothing to do but write. I went over what I’d written before (the new chapter 1) and edited it a bit, but it was mostly solid; then I wrote three more pages.
And whenever I got bored or hungry or restless, I went out and ate a few tomatoes:
Damn those are good. Like candy. 🙂
And swimming went…swimmingly. I only did two lengths of breast-stroke, and probably didn’t even need those–the rest was all freestyle. (And I discovered the mighty power of spit.)
Got home from my swim and found a “For Sale” sign on the house across the street. Damn! I like those neighbors (even though they left their Christmas lights on till like Memorial Day). I walked over and found the husband in his yard. “NOT MY IDEA,” he said, faux-but-real-grumpily. “ASK MY WIFE.”
“Well, maybe it won’t sell, maybe you’ve priced it too high,” I said, trying to put a positive spin on things.
“I hope so,” he said. (There weren’t any fliers in the little box, though, so I don’t know what the price is.)
Bummer. I’ll be sad to see them go.