What went before: So, a slow start, ending with +/-1,287 new words, for a Full WIP wordcount of!
+/-58,890.
. . . I am going to have to go back and fill in so many holes, and I am going to have to eventually figure out That Thing, but “eventually” is the operative word, and Future Me is going to be Quite Put Out with me.
OTOH, we have motion in a forwarder direction.
The cats are demanding Happy Hour, I have pots ‘n pans to wash, and, oh, I should try to find The French Connection somewhere.
Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Sunday. Damp and dim and cool(ish). “Violent” thunderstorms are apparently on the menu.
The rose survived another night.
Breakfast was onion, potato salad, and leftover broccoli scrambled with an egg. Whole wheat toast with strawberry jam on the side. Lunch — if nothing else, I have salmon cakes left over from yesterday.
I need to sneak out to the grocery for cat food, and some fruit while I’m at it. I also want to stop at Reny’s, which opens at 9, so that’s my window for getting out of here.
Today, I need to change out the cat fountains and I probably ought to do other housekeeping-like things, but the chances are I’ll be in the comfy chair, making Notes for the WIP, since yesterday’s scene Revealed where that other scene needs to go, and what its job is. I love how writing is such an orderly process.
No, wait a minute — no. I don’t. It’s one of life’s ironies that I was trained as a secretary, to make and keep order inside of Chaos. I was also the order-keeper in the partnership, which is a Testament to Steve’s capacity for Chaos.
Ah. The thunderstorms are projected to arrive about 11 am. I therefore Make Plans — out at nine, back before 11. I can do this.
Oh. I should say, in re the film I was looking for: NOT The French Connection, which I have heard of but never seen, and actually have no desire to see (apologies to all of those who sang out with great love for the experience). The movie I was looking for is The French Dispatch (Wes Anderson), and the search goes on. Possibly, I can stream it from Amazon, if Amazon will stop fetching me 404s instead of film pages.
I also need to finish reading John’s book so I can take it back to the library on Tuesday, and give somebody else a chance. I mention this because the library sent me a note, telling me that my book is due back soon.
So! What’re you doing today?
Today’s blog post title is from The French Dispatch. And now you know why I want to watch it.
This is one of the day lilies I rescued from last year’s landscaping project. Turns out to be one of Steve’s Special Sort, and I can’t tell you how glad I am to see it.
Yes, that single line would have sent me searching for the movie too! And the day lily is gorgeous, isn’t it. The weather here will be coolER but not what I could even call cool(ish). Now that I seem to have recovered from a rather violent bout of “stomach flu” from Friday night and into yesterday, I am tentatively doing such exciting projects as changing the sheets on the bed and washing those that come off. My washing is now essentially done only on the weekends, ever since I decided to try out the power company’s offer of a “time of use” rate. And then if I need something to occupy my time while the robot vacuums the house, I will either hang out on my bed or sit at the computer and pull electronic versions of old family photos with the thought of recreating a collage that has lost or distorted most of its color. That will keep me occupied for a while.