June 8, 2019
So, because I'm back to being the household breadwinner, now, I've reopened my graphic art business. So if you need some graphic art work done, I am available again. You can find my business website here: https://www.zentao.com/graphic-art/.
In other news, one of our cats — not old, either — just up and dropped dead. It was the strangest thing and it left me in shock for days. I had just given him a couple of strokes and gotten coffee, went back upstairs to my office, and there was this horrible yowl. I bolted back downstairs, and there he was outstretched in the middle of the great room floor, yowling horribly and just laid out. He expired as I knelt over him, stroking him. Thankfully, it was quick, and Kathy, the vet, says it was probably a heart attack or an annurism. I miss him (Toes, our long-haired polydactyl cat).
April 22, 2019
Had to make a doctor's appointment. Not happy about it, but there it is.
In other news, someone finally spoke the reality about the 800 pound guerilla. Not about books, indie authors, advertising, and self-publishing, but about the same reality as seen from the “tangible product” end.
It's very tough being inside a group where we know things, but can't speak about them. However, finally, somebody spoke up about it. Not that it matters. It doesn't change things. But at least there's some wool that got pulled away from eyeballs. For authors, this has been going on since last fall, and really ramped up in January of this year. Yet the “sell-you-the-winning-program-to-indie-sales-success” gurus ain't sayin' a word. Of course not. Indie authors are their bread and butter ...and BMWs.
October 28, 2018
Today, It's Pouring, but Yesterday...
October 27, 2018
Gravy Days in the Country
September and October are my favorite months. Yes, there’s November looming with its scramble to batten down the hatches, but September and October are those months where summer work is mostly done, and I can sit down and simply enjoy Earth. Sure, there’s a bit of cleanup and tidying yet to do, but, all in all, it’s time to wallow in the relative quiet of kids gone back to school, tourists gone home — a time to embrace the Gravy Days, as my mother used to call them.
Our October this year didn’t start in gravy. There was a cold foreboding to the weather that promised a very cold, hard winter. Everybody felt it. Then, midway through, things changed. And we got, not Indian Summer, but Gravy Days, all the same. Last fall clean-ups in pleasant progress and, yes, finally, the roofing crew, promised in Spring, here two days before the rains come.
My biggest project prior to November is … raking the drive and the pathways in preparation for snow removal this winter, manual clean-up necessary to get the bits of branches and fallen leaves cleared so they don’t get sucked into the snow blower with our inevitable wet snow and bind up the big machine, which, if and when that happens, makes me turn the air, not just blue, but purple with my cussing.
Hand-Raking the Drive
September 28, 2018
This morning early, ~1AM, it was breezy, but balmy. Later, by 7AM, the wind had turned vengeful and bitter.
Winter is coming.
I’m very glad Forrest will be home this winter, not driving dangerous roads. Meanwhile, though, the chill put a damper on my spirits — completely. It’s depressing to think that, in a matter of days to a spare couple of weeks, we could be facing below zero temperatures …which would be very early, even for North Idaho.