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Birthday in retrospect

My most humble thanks to everyone who sent me natal day greetings. I cannot possibly answer all of you, and hope that a blanket appreciation gives no offense.

I was off-line yesterday, as has been my habit since my birthday was appropriated as a National Day of Mourning, and most especially yesterday, which was the Magic Number 25.

I had breakfast out, then headed over to Stonington. I had A Plan: go to Stonington, park, and wander about on foot, and when I had done, to go back up to (the town of) Deer Isle to ditto, thence to Blue Hill, where I planned to visit the co-op, do some shopping, and take on lunch, which I planned to eat in the park. Alas, road work had its way with me, so! Blue Hill, the co-op and the pleasant picnic some other day. Yesterday, thwarted, I skated over to Bucksport, walked the riverwalk, had lunch at Sweet Cheeks Diner, and eventually wound up in Belfast, where I treated myself to ice cream at the Wild Cow Creamery (Vanilla ice cream with inclusions of cherry and chunks of dark chocolate. Yes, it was every bit as good as it sounds, and I very wisely got two scoops). I took my ice cream to the Belfast Town Park (see? I did get a picnic), and sat on the rock that had been my “outdoor office” decades ago when the laptop and I wanted to a change of scene in which to work, in the breeze and the sun, overlooking the water, and it was very satisfying.

Pizza for dinner rounded out the day, and this morning I arose, refreshed, and wandered back to Steve’s office to write.

One of the … comforting things about yesterday was recalling certain spots on my journey. Deer Isle/Stonington/Blue Hill was not one of our more usual rides, though it wasn’t completely new territory for me. I was — warmed — when I passed the spot where we had pulled over on the little spit of land with the open ocean on one hand, and the tidal pool on the other, to eat — yes — a picnic that we had purchased at the Tradewinds. I was happy to see that the ice cream stand where we had stopped to get milkshakes that time was still there, and had a line. I recognized that intersection there, and the place at the side of the bridge where the reversing tide can be viewed.

So — it was a pleasant day, and this morning made so by all those good wishes from near and far.

Since I goofed off yesterday, I have some chores to do, now that the day’s work is done (for those keeping track at home: 1,020 new words, WIP total 55,260. Ish.)

What’s been happening with you?

Random pics from yesterday

Egg rolls and embroidery

Wow. Thanks to everyone who sent birthday greetings. I can’t possibly answer each of you individually. Your wishes mean a great deal.

I had a pleasant, low-key kind of a day. In the morning, I sat in the comfy chair in my office in the sun and finished my embroidery project. I caught up with the character who refused to tell me her name and learned quite a lot about her, which of course meant that I had to rewrite a couple more scenes, but that’s OK! This is still the working draft; nothing is written in stone. Or even indelible ink.

I had stir-fried noodles and chicken, with egg rolls for lunch. I still have noodles left over, so that’s good.

The cats have been hanging with each other a lot today, largely congregating in Steve’s office. I’m assuming they’re doing some group work, and I let them have at it. Rook came by a couple times to check in, and Firefly and I did have a long chat about how being Boss Cat doesn’t mean she has to go it alone. I don’t know all the stuff that Trooper knew, because how could I? But I do know some stuff and have a lot of experience, so she’s not completely without backup. She seemed to feel better after our talk.

Tomorrow morning, I have a flu shot scheduled. By chance the pharmacy is in the grocery store, so I’ll be doing some shopping while I’m there. Then, I hope to come home and write some more.

Below are a few pics from the day, including the finished embroidery project.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll check in at some point tomorrow.

Closing Time, Wednesday

The lunchtime report: So, I did go back to the webform and threw in a non-inclusive bunch of titles, so the lawyers can have my contact information (thanks Judy Tarr!). First, and last on the day, load of laundry done; duty to the cats accomplished, walk taken.

Lunch will be baked chicken breast — I bought six last time at the grocery, so I’m baking three and have put three in the freezer — peas, and bread.

Have made minor tweaks and twitches at the WIP Itself, and brain has been chewing on other aspects while I do other things. I like it when I have mindless things that have to be accomplished (which would make you think I like dusting, and you would be wrong), so my brain can keep on cooking. When I had day-jobs, I used to love those big stupid collating jobs where you had to use a conference table to lay out all the pages and then just around and around and around, picking up a page at each stack until you got the end and put the collated pages down, and started back around the table. Ghod, I got a lot of writing done that way.

I currently have three coon cats in my office, and Trooper’s absence is palpable, even though, were he here, he’d be asleep in his box.

The windows are open now, the sun having come out and warmed things up nicely.

After lunch — more writing. Whee!

The evening report:  Trooper “came home” a few minutes ago. His box is back with the others. I hope I don’t have to add to that collection for a long, long time. In fact, I’d rather not add to it all.

Today’s work produced about 800 new words. I had to straighten out a couple of kinks in already-written scenes, in particular writing someone out of a scene that takes place before they actually arrive. For the next scene, I need to do some prep, such as researching the particulars of Scout Commander yos’Phelium’s Field Judgment on the matter of independent logics, which will take me to Coon Cat Happy Hour, so we’ll just call the WIP’s wordage as of today at +/-71,390.

Tomorrow is my birthday, as has been the case for the 72 years previous to this one. Since it is a day of mourning and reliving horrific events for a vast number of people, I will, as has become my habit, be limiting my presence online. For those who are curious about what I’ll be doing to celebrate my 73rd birthday; I will be writing. Maybe I’ll get wild and crazy and order in Chinese.

Everybody stay safe.

Rook Thunderpaws’ Natal Day Celebrations

What went before: Lunch was drunken noodles, which I got the last time I ordered out, and it was lovely and worth a repeat. I also have won ton soup which will likely be dinner. If not, it will be breakfast. And? I have drunken noodles left over.

I wound up having to write a short bio, because the short bio in hand was for Us, not for Me, or even for Us that Was. I think I’ve got it nailed down. One more read-through for typos and I’ll send it along.

I did do some writing, by which I mean, I rewrote a couple of scenes and lost about 500 words. So — progress!

Tali has come into my lap numerous times today, and has even allowed me carry her around the house, and comb her. So — progress!

Today could possibly be Sunday, but whatever the day, the date is March 2 which means!

It’s Rook Thunderpaws’ first birthday.

Festivities are already in train. Rook had a vigorous game of tag with Tali, ending with Tali throwing the yellow ball at Rook, who was clearly supposed to bop it back to her, except Rook hadn’t read the rules of the game all the way to the end. There was a moment of awkwardness, which Firefly interrupted by chasing Rook through the kitchen.

In keeping with the festive nature of the day, breakfast was ham and Swiss cheese with mustard on whole grain bread, with ham treats shared out among the revelers.

My lunch today will be (part) of the now-defrosted crustless chicken pot pie. And yes there will be ice cream.

The plan today is to write. We’ll see how that works out.

What’s your plan for the day?

Morning Festivities, a short photo-blog: