beleaguered

Charlie and I both had sore throats over the weekend. His was bad enough to stay home from school and have a doctor verify that it was not strep. "Just something viral going around" is not the comfort that it was back in the day.  Still, with coddling and cartoons, he's bounced back. Me, a step behind him.

In the midst of this, I was trying to finish up the three blurbs I need for the book, one for each Season. Imagine trying to sum up 300 pages in under 200 words. Advertising - that's all it is - is a mind game that will make you crazy. Now I know what Don Draper's problem really was.               

I stared at a blank page for four days just trying to come up with one or two sentences. When I gave up looking, the solution crept into a dream. I scribble a few words on the back of my voided stimulus check. I think I've got it. 

Then my laptop went belly up! Refusing to succumb to planned obsolescence, I dug in my heels, protected my files, and turned that balky bitch inside out. Delete this, copy that, and download a WTF while I'm at it. The damn thing actually reverted to Windows 7 from 10. Devils inside?  I fixed it, but I'll never trust it again. As soon as I have a real hour, I'm getting after the restoration of that Remington Model 1. 

Let's add a little more drama. We have MOLD downstairs. No shit! Doesn't everyone in Georgia have mold somewhere? The Mold Men will be here to suck it up on Monday. All this mess in service of an attempt at a mortgage refinance. Fun and games with numbers on paper. I'd rather eat dirt.

Today I managed to get a few more sets of thread up in the store and Fat Baggies are back.

SOLD🌞CC

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sky watching

 For those of you who don't waste time on FB, I post these most evenings. Colin works at a small airport nearby with the best views of the sky. These were taken minutes apart. 

One of these nights, I'm going up there with a camp chair and just sit out on the ramp and watch. Wait for the moon to rise and the stars to come out. 

caesura

 

A pause. Hopefully one that refreshes and restores.

Priorities reordered.

Back in a few.

derailed

 Just basted the parts I wanted to see again. Not fit to handle scissors.

What I thought would be a routine trip to the dentist turned into a marathon. I won't bore you with the details. Lots and lots of novocaine and whatever else they give you left me not in charge. Driving through Lalaland on autopilot with the music up loud will get you lost. It was a beautiful day for tooling around wondering wtf I was. Hungry but knowing there was no way I could eat anything. 

Once I finally got home, I sat with the cloth and rooted through my stash for a few hours. It's a mess in there now. I'll clean up sober.

 

Pool day

Not quite ready for. Close-up, Mr. Demille.

Cleanout is going to be some crusty business this year. I'm just happy to see the water level holding.

I had my first aquatherapy session at a swank fitness club today.

Muscles I haven't used in years are aggravated. 

This technical side trip worked out well.
 

Later, best part of the day. We have Four-leaf clover.