Avalon

When all else fails, make a list

What I’m reading : Avalon by Gina Maini and Hallucinations by Oliver Sacks

Last snack: Pretzels

Currently watching: The Simpsons

Topic of the Latest Fight with Husband: Our bland sex life

Latest Scare: Cat having seizures

Last thing ironed: Several cloth napkins

Quietest recent moment: Sitting on the bench and noticing 4 frogs individually

Fingers crossed for: PANK acceptance for “Sign of the Dolphin”

Best chocolate: Taza

Great human who introduced me to Taza: Rachael Mongerson

 

 

Yes, it has been one of those times in my life–I’ve struggled with this blog; I’m a week late; I hope you’ll get over it.

I’ve been anxious gathering notes, suggestions, and corrections for The L&C of BS before the next revision. It’s a plunge I’ve been worried about, but I’m running out of things to clean, sort, organize and people to write, text and call to get their opinion on how to proceed.

*Sigh*

There is so much more I want to write about and explore, but I’m stymied with circumstance. Robin William’s death by suicide brought up a lot of emotion. I’m suffering angst, sads,  and doubt over so many things that I made a list instead of writing a post.

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A different suicide victim and me (1985)

 

(*These are my Creekside Reflections; yours may be happier.)

 

Draft #whatever is done, on to other things

Chyo has my book on her Kindle and she’s killing me by either not reading it or waiting to tell me what she thinks. Regardless, I’m not sending it to XO Man until I hear from her. That book has wrecked me, but I feel it’s over–at least for now so I’m off to write other things–including this blog post which is a week late–mia culpa. I was in an editing/polishing zone and I really couldn’t break free until just the other day.

Everything was left to slide, including the garden. Yesterday, I spent most of the day out there and was pleasantly surprised that the minor love I’ve been giving it is paying off–the weeds aren’t out of control and the slugs haven’t devoured my pepper plants as of yet. I hate those slugs. They have an entire yard to graze upon but year after year they hunger for my poor peppers.

The irises have come and gone, but today, two of the peonies were in bloom. Here’s one:

peony

The baby pines either thrived or died. I don’t know, it was bad timing when those saplings arrived. I’m grateful my brother-in-law was here that weekend to help with the planting. This one is the best looker of the remaining bunch:one

And the wisteria is beginning to bloom:

two

Otherwise, it’s a hot sticky day and the last of the plants in the greenhouse were taken outside so I’ll probably clean that room, maybe finish Gina Miani’s Avalon, get further into Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch. Hell, I might even start a story for The Molotov Cocktail Monster Flash contest. Maybe I’ll even paint.

Thanks for checking in!

 

(*These are my Creekside Reflections. Your experiences may vary.)