Low bridge; everbody down! Low bridge; we’re coming to a town!

I am pleased to report that I continue to be a sad trial to the staff at the local jewelry store’s repair counter.  Despite which, I now have a temporary magnetic clasp* on the full-moon necklace Steve gave me for my birthday and can therefore put it on and take it off my own self.

Today, I’ve made one needed phone call; have thus far successfully avoided making the second; printed out a contract, signed it and sealed it into its envelope, and taken a pair of jeans to the local seamstress to have them hemmed (I can’t remember the last time I had to have a pair of pants taken up.  It may actually have been Never.)

Still to do:  that vexed phone call, and a few fixes to “The Gift of Music,” so that it can be sent along to the editor.  Also, Steve and I worked out a short story over breakfast.  Mind you, we very much need to NOT be writing a short story at this particular moment in time, but…you take your fun when it comes, I guess.

For those who indulge, I took the challenge and answered The Usual Questions at Festivale.

A reminder for folks local to Waterville, Maine: Steve and I will be giving a talk tomorrow (Saturday, September 14) at 9:30 a.m. at the Waterville Public Library as part of the festivities attending Cirque du Geek.

And now, I guess I’d better make that blasted phone call.


*Temporary because the goldsmith is on vacation and there is no one else in the store qualified to handle a soldering iron.  So the magnets are attached by rings, but the rings are only pinched shut, not soldered shut.  I’m directed to come back “in a week or two” to have the soldering done.

2 thoughts on “Low bridge; everbody down! Low bridge; we’re coming to a town!”

  1. Happy Belated Birthday! I’m glad you and Steve had such a wonderful trip.

    I know exactly what you mean about having pants hemmed. I actually bought a couple pairs of jeans at Lane Bryant and I get(well, have) to wear my heels with them, making me about 6’1″!

  2. Cuz you’ll always know your neighbor; you’ll always know your pal…..
    I A L W A Y S have to have my pants hemmed…..even in the “petite” (read “short”) sizes, have to take them up six inches.

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