On the brighter things, shall we?
Random brightness follows:
The sequel to Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind, tentatively titled Miss Delacourt Has Her Day, is in good shape thanks to my crack team of online book critique-ers. I must confess that I was too tired and “done up”, as Miss D would say, to write on Tuesday. This means I will have to add another 500 words each Tuesday that remains until my deadline. I might have to resort to writing on Thursdays as well as Tuesdays and whimpering on my “fainting couch” Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Saturdays and Sundays optional.
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Random brightness follows:
The sequel to Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind, tentatively titled Miss Delacourt Has Her Day, is in good shape thanks to my crack team of online book critique-ers. I must confess that I was too tired and “done up”, as Miss D would say, to write on Tuesday. This means I will have to add another 500 words each Tuesday that remains until my deadline. I might have to resort to writing on Thursdays as well as Tuesdays and whimpering on my “fainting couch” Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Saturdays and Sundays optional.
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The baby in the photo above is the same Flapper girl in my giveaway from last week. Who knew she would grow up to have so much hair?
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Yesterday when I was pelting about being paranoid about being prepared for the possible flu pandemic (try saying that three times fast!), I was stung by a bee in the palm of my hand (it seems we both reached for the grocery bag at the exact same moment). As this is something that has never happened to me before and as it hurt like the very devil (I’m channeling Sir Anthony, now) and as I was already feeling paranoid, I felt sure I was going to stop breathing and die on the spot. As I am here writing this now, I think it is safe to assume I am not allergic to bee stings. There’s nothing like being faced with possible instant death to put possible flu pandemics into perspective. (Though I’m still worried about those who are especially vulnerable . . .) (Could I possibly have used the word "as" even once more than I did in this paragraph?)
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Did I mention? I had the BEST time in Utah, much better even than I had expected. Everyone was lovely and gracious, kind and hospitable, from my cousin and her husband who picked me up at the airport all the way through to those who attended Jana’s and Karen’s book group having already read the book and with nothing but good things to say about it. (Those who had bad things to say graciously kept their mouths shut or so I can only assume in spite of the danger of assuming . . . ). This leaves many lovely, warm and super people in the middle that I might or might not have already mentioned. Thanks to each and every one of you! I especially loved having the chance to spend time with various members of my family I don’t often see (though I had hoped and planned on seeing more) and as for blog friends, as I said before, there’s something about actually hearing and seeing people in movement that makes them even better! Who’da thunk?
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If you live anywhere near Spanish Fork, Utah, run, don’t walk, to Olivia’s at the same intersection as Winger’s, but kitty-corner from it (sorry, that's all I've got). It’s inside of a really girly-swirly hoity-toity salon but do not let that deter you. Exquisite Italian food. Enough said. (except for this: have a Tres Leches for me . . .you can thank me later).
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