Bernice and I have already been out for our morning walk–her usual walker, Jenni, is visiting her Grandmother–and made sure there were no unwelcome critters hiding out in the culverts. This is Bernice’s main job in life, and she takes it serously. If she doesn’t protect us from the wild turkeys, incessantly plotting their dastardly uprising, who will???
I mostly read my manuscript on the weekend, but also did a little work on artist trading cards, etc. I’m making some new collage papers, too, a technique I learned in an art book. Fun but messy.
Deb is still here–she leaves tomorrow–and what a job she’s done on the craft room! Amazing. There are surfaces. The floors are visible. It’s incredible.
We paid a too brief visit to my mom yesterday–don’t see her often enough. It was rainy out, but today you’d think we were on a different planet–bright blue sky, sunshine, the works. It’s almost springy, even with the chill, but there is a polished-copper glow to things that says autumn. Glorious.
My spirits are high and I’m ready to finish reading my manuscript (the changes need to be in tomorrow) and get back to “Big Sky Mountain”. I will admit, though, that watching Debbie and Nicole and now Chris do all that work makes me tired.
That’s the news from Spokaloo.