Man. I should be outside playing in the sunshine, but I’m all tuckered out. We walked down to the store, so I did get some exercise in, and then I reaaaaaaaalllllllllly didn’t want to walk down to the post office. Ted, my hero of the revolution, made use of a magical device called a telephone, thus making it unnecessary for me to walk to the post office, so I’ve been sitting around like a sleepy slug all afternoon. Except for the part when I made cookies. That wasn’t slug-like! :)…
bestselling kit
From the Locus June 2006 issue, so this would presumably be for May 2006: Trade Paperback Bestsellers (Barnes & Noble) #1: Chronicles of Narnia (C.S. Lewis) #2: The Nymphos of Rocky Flats (Mario Acevedo) #3: Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury) #4: Thunderbird Falls (C.E. Murphy) #5: Kindred (Octavia Butler) Mario Acevedo is the guy from the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers whose book came in second behind RIGHT ANGLES TO FAERYLAND in 2002 when Teresa Nielson Hayden judged the Colorado Gold contest. NYMPHOS is, in fact, that book. Teresa said specifically that…
*splat*
I have the best husband. *beam* Ted came with me when I went looking for the riding school (he couldn’t have me going off and getting lost without him, he said), and then we walked the loooooooong way around back down to Cobh, where we paused for an ice cream cone (they mostly only seem to have soft serve ice cream here, which is very sad, although did point me at Ice Cream Ireland, which gives me *some* hope! :), and then walked back home again, for a total of…
unshorn fleece
I’ve just turned the PHOENIX revisions in. Matrice said she’d trade me COYOTE notes for the PHOENIX revisions at the end of this week. There is a scene in FARMER’S BOY, the Laura Ingalls Wilder novel about Almanzo, her husband’s, childhood, which I keep thinking of. It’s sheep-shearing season in this scene, and Almanzo is too little to help shear. His job is to run the bundled wool up the ladder into the barn’s loft while his father and–uncle, or brother; I forget which–do the shearing. He’s working as hard…
morning comes so *early*
Actually, morning keeps not coming as early as it should. I keep waking right up at 6 or 6:30 and for some reason I’m not getting out of bed. It’s warm, it’s snuggly, I’ll just lie here a few more minutes, that sort of typical thing. And then it’s 7:30. Hrmph. Must do better than that if I’m planning a marathon writefest over the last two weeks of the month. I like today’s photo a lot. My sister is so cool. :) This weekend I’m going up to Blackrock to…