Confessions of a One-Track Mind

GK picked me up Friday afternoon and we went to Bryan's memorial picnic. It was pleasant. (I should say that my morning was less so: I got a new battery, but it was an ordeal.) The weather was overcast, but not raining. Humid, but there was a breeze.

Not a huge turnout; There was GK, her hubby and their two boys, Doc, his wife and their two girls, NJ (Bryan's widow), their two boys and one girl, and a few peripheral friends. There was more than enough food, a good soundtrack going in the background, and GK had a bunch of family photos as conversation starters.

It lasted for several hours, after which time GK and I both elected NOT to go to the reunion. Neither of us cared to go hang around a bar (especially after the free drinks rumor was quashed), so we went back to their motel on the beach and everybody got into the pool. (Well, me and GK's and Doc's bunch.)

Floating on my back, watching the sky go from teal to indigo to black was the high point of my weekend. I wore the Goodwill swimsuit, which fit and looked good---I will try to get a pic up, although the one GK got wasn't optimal.

I ended up crashing on their couch over the weekend. Not a pullout, just a basic barely six-foot long couch with a pillow. Hey, a/c and wifi for the win! Also, GK gifted me something I'd mentioned wanting, a southwestern-style woven blanket. It's brightly colered and just the right length for me to snuggle under!

Saw Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter on Saturday afternoon and Brave Sunday morning. Liked 'em both. Considerable suspension of disbelief required for the former, but it was still entertaining. The later was charming; I now desperately want a wee stuffed Angus!

Sunday afternoon, GK got in a bit of thrifting at MI Goodwill. This was her first trip to the new location, and she was mightily underwhelmed. I got a giant ceramic mug of a style I like for soup and such. Then we met CF at New Century Chinese Buffet. She and I and GK and NJ all had a great time.

Currently, GK and BlueRoses are in Savannah, visiting a home-bound friend. There's more to tell, but it's late. I'm tired, and I'm looking forward to being in my own bed.

More later....

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I took a closer look at the pink tag of doom that was hanging on my door. In fact, they have NOT turned off the water (as I discovered when I flushed), but they are threatening to do so if not paid on or before Thursday. (WTF is it about Thursday?! It's the day before payday, AND it's the pay-or-die date for the water bill and FPL.)

I'm home again---I still have stuff at Kat's to retrieve, but I have a major case of There's No Place Like Home going on. I don't care if it's hot here, I don't care if it's a mess. It's QUIET. No one is thundering around on wood floors early in the morning, there are no strange noises, no cats, I'm not confined to a mattress that's four inches thick and slightly narrower than my ass, and my computer does what I fucking tell it to do, albeit slowly.

Depending on which counter you trust more, my Jericho WIP is up to 4500 or 4800 words. And it's been enlightening: I knew about Melanie's backstory when I started---she's my OFC, after all---but this afternoon, Jonah Prowse dropped a dime talking to Bill. I had no idea!

There's nothing sweeter in the process of writing than the moment when your characters start telling you things about themselves that you didn't know when you started the story.

Oh, and btw---the begonias are thriving!

Thank God I backed everything up before I went to bed last night, since there was some kind of power failure in the middle of the night. I came in this morning and the computer had rebooted.

I miss MY computer! I want to go home!