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Well, not much. Still not unpacked--that's not just all the stuff I took to Italy in June and Chicago for the rest of the summer, but also all the boxes of stuff I put away to give the sitter some shelf space.
Both outside kitties have turned up. Orange has come in for a quick bite, a few purrs, but then wants to go out again. He still knows where the kitty door is. BC has stood in the next yard and looked at me, but hasn't come over yet--her food dish was empty this morning, but it could have been the possum. Looks like I'll need to woo them again. But Orange will start hanging out inside again when it gets cold, while BC never will--she comes a few feet inside the door but totally freaks if we shut it. She may go into the basement, but has never come in through the cat door.
I took my car down to the garage (our mechanic was the real guy that Conroy based Lords of Discipline on, if anyone knows that book or movie--or so my husband claims. He--mechanic--certainly knows Conroy and was there, so maybe it's true) and walked home. Glad to be here.
My ankle is recovering--I went to a sports doctor in Chicago and found that it's "only" tendinitis. Not horribly painful, but everything takes so long to heal as you get older. New shoes helped. Thank god for Mizuno, a shoe that actually fits my foot. At this point I can even wear sandals for short periods afoot--I'm really tired of sneakers. Also, the good eating while I traveled, combined with the lack of exercise from the sore ankle, means that I'm back on the tuna-for-lunch-and-no-wine diet. It's miserable, but it works, if I can exercises.
I did buy a bicycle in Chicago--there's such a wonderful trail by the lake. Now I need to look for one here. The hills here are a little more demanding, but that's a good thing. I tell myself.
Also--ta da!--I printed out the semi-final draft of my novel. At this point I'm actually going to let people besides my husband and my writing partner read it. I'm not very happy with it, but the things I dislike are too basic to fix, so I want to see what fresh readers say about it but meanwhile get started on a new one that hopefully will have a better basic concept and more intriguing plot. My husband doesn't really like the genre (cozy-type, local color mystery). He did great editing work--but if I relied just on his reaction I'd quit writing. B, my writing partner, on the other hand, is totally supportive--her real job is psychotherapist, so I'm not sure she's critical enough. I have some friends though who read this kind of thing and will give honest feedback, so I'm going to enlist them...it's a bit scary, I must say.
Ooh the weeds and the stacks of junk are calling...
Both outside kitties have turned up. Orange has come in for a quick bite, a few purrs, but then wants to go out again. He still knows where the kitty door is. BC has stood in the next yard and looked at me, but hasn't come over yet--her food dish was empty this morning, but it could have been the possum. Looks like I'll need to woo them again. But Orange will start hanging out inside again when it gets cold, while BC never will--she comes a few feet inside the door but totally freaks if we shut it. She may go into the basement, but has never come in through the cat door.
I took my car down to the garage (our mechanic was the real guy that Conroy based Lords of Discipline on, if anyone knows that book or movie--or so my husband claims. He--mechanic--certainly knows Conroy and was there, so maybe it's true) and walked home. Glad to be here.
My ankle is recovering--I went to a sports doctor in Chicago and found that it's "only" tendinitis. Not horribly painful, but everything takes so long to heal as you get older. New shoes helped. Thank god for Mizuno, a shoe that actually fits my foot. At this point I can even wear sandals for short periods afoot--I'm really tired of sneakers. Also, the good eating while I traveled, combined with the lack of exercise from the sore ankle, means that I'm back on the tuna-for-lunch-and-no-wine diet. It's miserable, but it works, if I can exercises.
I did buy a bicycle in Chicago--there's such a wonderful trail by the lake. Now I need to look for one here. The hills here are a little more demanding, but that's a good thing. I tell myself.
Also--ta da!--I printed out the semi-final draft of my novel. At this point I'm actually going to let people besides my husband and my writing partner read it. I'm not very happy with it, but the things I dislike are too basic to fix, so I want to see what fresh readers say about it but meanwhile get started on a new one that hopefully will have a better basic concept and more intriguing plot. My husband doesn't really like the genre (cozy-type, local color mystery). He did great editing work--but if I relied just on his reaction I'd quit writing. B, my writing partner, on the other hand, is totally supportive--her real job is psychotherapist, so I'm not sure she's critical enough. I have some friends though who read this kind of thing and will give honest feedback, so I'm going to enlist them...it's a bit scary, I must say.
Ooh the weeds and the stacks of junk are calling...
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Good luck with your novel. I quite like cosy mysteries myself, read quite a few.
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The new shoes, moderation in using the ankle, and taking glucosamine seem to be helping at last, actually. By moderation I mean not going to three major art museums in three days, as I did while in Italy in June--hardly surprising it took a while to heal!
It's good to have a face to go with your name, too. Thanks for offering to share your room. Wish I could have spent more time at the meet--maybe next time! I always find it hard to actually stay at conferences, etc., in the town where I live. When you go somewhere else, you don't have all the distractions.
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