Blog Without A Name

You know the day when you started out to do A Particular Thing, but there was a deadlined project in email and you thought it wouldn’t take more than an hour, but it took until past lunch, and then you thought that the solution to the WordPress problem — which is STILL borked, btw — was to change the theme, but it wasn’t, but now you have a new theme, which you don’t particularly like, and all of your menus were scrod, and you *had* to fix that and it would only take a couple minutes, except it wound up taking two hours, and then you had to vacuum the house, which you’ve been putting off for, um…and it would only take five minutes, except then the roller was fouled with cat hair and you had to take it apart, and clear the hair, and then put it back together, and for ghu’s sake, who takes an hour and a half to vacuum the house? And then the dishes had to be done, because you’d put them off, too? And suddenly it was time to knock off for the evening, because Things tomorrow, and you never did get that One Particular Thing you absolutely needed to do today done?

I’ve just had that day.

Well…I was going to write about the day, which was a day that should have produced answers, but didn’t. And a day in which Steve and I took the long way round to Augusta, through Rome and North Belgrade, eventually arriving at the Barnes and Noble, where we Browsed Extensively. I really miss the chairs in BN; remember when BN had chairs so you didn’t have to sit on the floor to go through the books you accumulated to decided which one, if not all, you wanted to buy?

Well, anyway.

After we’d browsed to our hearts’ content and our pocketbooks’ dismay, we lunched at Rooster’s (grilled cheddar cheese, bacon, and avocado sandwich for me; Steve had haddock and cheddar on a bulky roll), then proceeded home in a leisurely manner. Because of this perambulating journey, I am able to report that Snow Pond is still mostly frozen, as is Belgrade Lake.

I hope everyone had a pleasant Friday and will have a pleasant weekend and I hope to be able to do updates in a regular manner here soon.

Check me on this:  Today is April 16, yes?

Yes.

Well, on the overnight — that would be the night of April 15 — it snowed, and when I awoke this morning at Ohghod o’clock, necessary because of those appointments and errands we had discussed in this space yesterday, there was three inches of fresh snow between me and my car — and also, of course on the car.

But, wait, there’s more!

It had rained like a sonofagun all day yesterday, which meant that there was a nice coating of ice beneath the snow.

So, I made it to my early medical appointments on time, by leaving very early, even by my standards.  By the time I was in town proper, the roads were in pretty good shape — slushy, but doable — but out in our neck of the woods, things were still a little dicey when I left, even though the town plow had been through.

The medical stuff went along pretty quickly.  I did have a little bit of downtime in the waiting room, where I wrote 68 words in longhand, which points up an existing scene and makes it more poignant (yes, you WILL cry).  This was, may I just add, My Entire Writing Output for the Day.

That taken care of, I motored over to Selah Tea for a long-delayed breakfast and coffee!  Veggie frittata FTW!  After that, I walked down to gym, then ’round the corner to Universal Bread Bakers, to take on a loaf of whole wheat bread, still hot.  (“If it survives the day,” says Adrian the baker, “just put it in a plastic bag.  It will stay fresh.”  Yes, well.  It may survive the day. . .)

Next stop was the Framemakers, where I arrived amid scaffoldings and glaziers.  It would seem that last night after the bars had closed, someone decided to karate-kick the plate glass windows at the front of the store (where artworks and pottery are often on display), connected, and shattered the whole — including the rounded corner of antique glass that, as it was discovered later, cannot be replaced, because no one in Maine does that kind of work anymore.  The slightly good news is that the gentleman was caught by the police, and conducted to jail, where he’s reportedly charged with a felony, because — antique, irreplaceable glass.

I left the cover art for Carousel Seas in Amy’s capable hands for framing, and hope soon to have it on my wall with the cover art for its sister books.

After that, it was just cleaning up the minor errands, and I was home in time to have a late-ish lunch of soup and salad and — still warm! — bread with Steve.

Tomorrow, Minou the fur coat bear and I assay the dentist for what one devoutly hopes is the last in a series.  Then, I really need to get some writing done.

So!  What’ve you been doing on this beautiful spring day?