We had a wonderful brunch this morning for Mark’s family: his parents, youngest brother, brother’s wife, and niece. Everyone had a good time, I think, and expressed gratifying appreciation for my house and garden. 🙂 People with excellent taste, obviously. Mark’s mother grew up in Portland, so after brunch we drove past both houses where […]
Busy busy busy. Fun but busy busy busy. Spent Friday helping with wedding setup, then rehearsal dinner that night; also helped set up Saturday morning; picked up Mark’s parents Saturday afternoon, and attended the wedding till all hours. It was a quirky and delightful event all around. Today, got caught up with a lot of
I’ll be picking Mark up at the train station in a few hours (delayed, though, alas); and scarlettina should get here by cocktail hour. Which will all be very delightful and distracting and will probably keep me rather away from the keyboard. Meanwhile, of course, my writer brain decided to hand me a complication…see, I’m
After I wrote yesterday’s post, about the guy from the swimming pool not acknowledging me out in the real world, several people made some really insightful comments, and I’m still thinking about the whole thing. And I want to repeat a comment I made in response to frabjouslinz’s very astute observation that the fellow might
One of today’s very important pieces gets its own post: My story “Home” will be appearing in the international edition of Scenes from the Second Storey, from Morrigan Books, this fall. A couple of you have heard me read this story; now more of you will get to read it for yourselves! The anthology will
Today was sort of comprised of Little Pieces. Last time I drove back from Seattle, I was in the Subaru, and was on the freeway in Vancouver (i.e. most of the way home), when a semi in the lane next to me honked for no apparent reason. I glanced around, shrugged it off. Fifteen miles
Well, hello, little visitor to my deck: No, sorry, you can’t come in, no matter how much you roll around looking cute. Come visit any time, though!
As promised, the Weeping Whatever met its demise yesterday. Here’s the Consort of La Enigma hard at work: Then the trunk came down at last! More work was needed, of course, for the stump and the roots…La Enigma and I supported the process by making cantaloupe icees, and by doing a little digging and pulling
La Enigma and her Consort are heading over here to help me with various gardening things, first and foremost the removal of the trunk and whatnot of the Weeping Whatever. (Hey, look at me wielding the fancy nouns! I must be a writer!) 😉 I’ll try to document the process. We can take this “after”