This month wasn’t filled with as much new writing as I’d hoped. Dread was pervasive; who knew sore winners would turn out to be lousy losers? I’m so sick of that noise. Perhaps that’s why I’ve returned to re-watching Gilmore Girls and hunkering down for another round of edits on a novel and some flashes.
The day before the election, a flock of bluebirds appeared in the south lawn. They didn’t get close enough to photograph well, but I enjoyed the rare sighting.
We also had a surprise visit from a troupe of kittens. One splatted. This one is still around, but shy. Another was injured, but I was able to catch it. Once in my arms, it turned into a love bug. I kept it alive overnight and due to “foster” being checked instead of “foster to adopt” on the SPCA form, the tech who treated it now owns that cat instead of me. Lesson learned, there…
Thanksgiving: The Meal was not photographed. This is the table, that was the wine:
I wasn’t expecting to be nominated for anything this year, and I was fine. Nina Fosati was nominated for a Pushcart and a Best of the Net and I was thrilled to be close to a nominee but then, the amazing Cathy Ulrich at Milk Candy Review put “The Thinnest of Veneers” up for Best Microfictions. I was speechless, and so darn grateful.
Husband has continued with the basement clean up.
You see this corner? I’ve never been in this corner. He hasn’t been in this corner in decades. And now, there are shelves…
Tomorrow, the last month of this long year begins. Kobie has a surgery scheduled.
I guess I forget to tell him. Well, now I have to talk him down. I never should have told him about my blog.
Right, well, thank you for stopping by and for the read! I appreciate you! Cheers!
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