Spokane got the long-promised snow during the night. As I write this, sunrise is still forty minutes away–yes, I got enough sleep, Mom–but it’s pretty. Of course I might not admire it so much if I had to commute. I’m determined–whatever the weather brings, I’m gonna love it.
The black mold seems to be under control. The process is painstaking, long and fairly noisy, given that fans will be running for a while. Bernice yapped at the workmen continuously as they came and went, despite my assurances that they were supposed to be in our house. But, then, Bernice yaps at everybody, including me. She’s a yapper, through and through.
I started the new book yesterday. What with all the disruption, I wound up with a paragraph. I always have to remind myself that the first chapter takes longer than the others do. I just LOVE this story, though, and I can’t wait to get back to it.
I won’t be attending the big rodeo in Las Vegas this year. I’ll miss seeing my Vegas buddies, like Steve Miller and the Montana Silversmiths’ crew, and I hate to skip Cowboy Christmas over at the convention center, too. It’s okay–I have work to do, and I’ll be heading to Wendy and Jeremy’s place for Christmas. THAT will be great fun. We’re going to Disneyland again, at my request. I’m just a kid at heart.
It’s great to be feeling better.
Look for one of my mixed-media art pieces to be up on the website as a prize soon. There will be more coming along later. Ultimately, I hope to contribute art work to various charity auctions. Stay tuned.