So, I’m looking forward to having a chat with a friend tomorrow (I’m starting this post Wednesday night.) His schedule is squirrelly, so phone calls do have to be arranged beforehand. With any luck, I’ll get to ask him what he thought of the basic premise of Ellie’s Elephants as I sent him an early version MONTHS–if not A YEAR–ago. It has gone through several revisions since then, so maybe I can head off his complaints about it.
Today I had a sonogram I probably didn’t need because the replacement doctor I saw is… I don’t know what. *Sigh* I hope my normal doctor is healthy the next time I go in, though I was a little unnerved to find him buying scratch off lottery tickets from a machine in the grocery store, an image I’m trying to block, but so far I haven’t been able to accomplish that. It was a scene that was just so unseemly.
Upshot was that Chyo and I went out for a lovely lunch and did some shopping. I found presents for people–including my niece who reads this blog–so I won’t say what I found, but I enjoy finding the ‘right’ thing for people. It makes me happy and I got to be happy six times today! I even found a magnet that Chyo thought was clever and I was able to buy it without her knowledge while we were in A. C. Moore.
As for writing, I’ve been revising beginnings of stories and got several submissions out last week. This week has been filled with love and worry so far.
With Tollhouse chocolate chip cookie dough, I made this for Husband.
He brought this home to me–from a real florist.
The technician doing the sonogram said she didn’t see anything to worry about, so yeah!
*The phone conversation has occurred and my initial reaction is: It was good to touch base with him. He’s still odd and funny and has a ‘secret girlfriend’ that he took to Hawaii. I don’t know why I find that so amusing, but I do. Mofo still hasn’t read the damned book yet though… Ah well. I heard more about his trip with details that were something else. A great chat all around…
Well, it’s time to hit the keyboards. Thanks for the read.
***The are just my creekside reflections. Your experience may vary.