Excellent writing day yesterday!
It’s been hot as heck here lately; the houseplants are loving it, but the rest of us wouldn’t mind a rainy day or two.
I’m reading another book recommended by friends–read for so long last night, in fact, that the battery on my Nook ran completely down. It’s a memoir called “On Gold Mountain”, by the novelist, Lisa See, about the immigration of her Chinese family to the United States, back in the 19th century. Fascinating history and such an inspiring account of human beings rising above bad odds and prejudice to build a lasting legacy.
I’m starting Chapter 10 of “Big Sky Country” today. Yeehaw! And I’m enjoying every word of it, too. Wait til you meet this crew of cowboys and spunky ladies. I’m in love with Slade Barlow, the hero of book one, already, and falling fast for Hutch Carmody, the rebellious hero of book two. Naturally, I’ve matched them with strong women who can hold their own, and now I’m just having fun watching what happens when they butt heads.
Worked a little in my art journal from the Teesha Moore workshop in mid-July, but I’m mostly saving the artist trading cards for weekends. No pressure. I like it that way.
How do I get caught up in these things, anyway? By that, I mean Swapbot, and the little hearts, and the kind of stress nobody needs. This cowgirl can’t seem to do anything halfway–it’s whole hog or none–a tendency I’m finally learning to control. And that’s good news.
Sadie’s appetite is still iffy, but I’m sure the heat is part of it. She’s a senior citizen, at 11, but for a beagle, not ancient. Maybe I’ve been reading too many dog books lately, but I worry about her, of course. She has such a sweet, goofy spirit. Bernice, too, but she’s fiesty, in that terrier way, and always warning us about the Schwan’s truck, or the UPS guy, or the wild turkeys, who are, in her Yorkie opinion, plotting something dastardly. The cats take everything with a grain of salt, except for the occasional sister-spats, when they hiss and slap at each other and I have to say firmly, “No fighty cats!”
And if you think that’s silly, the way I carry on conversations with the critters around here, well, you don’t know the half of it.