There and back.

Hi everyone,

Home again to Goose Lake. Last week Sandy and I, with Larry and Maryann Wakefield, took a river cruise up the Mississippi from New Orleans to Memphis, mostly in the rain.

A few pretty hours though, including a nice sunset. Lots of day trips at ports along the way, including Natchez and Vicksburg. We had a fine time. Now it’s back in the wheel with some serious catching up to to.

Catching up, rat-a-tat-tat

Hi everyone,

Up for air and a quick report. I’m afraid this pattern must continue for now. It has been another productive week. I’ve sent Tim Rasinski, my writing partner on the school project, another six poems, which brings the total so far to 16, leaving 59 to go. I’m on schedule, exactly, without a lost day to spare. But I like the results so for and our school district client does too. I’ll identify the district before long.

A quick list of other recent odds and ends in no particular order. Skunk scare. Saw one walk by us in the yard two out of three nights and disappear each time behind a certain shrub, assumed it had dug a hole, warned the neighbors (who had also been seeing it) set a trap two nights,

on second night caught a raccoon, put cage in my trunk, drove to James River, released the raccoon, came home and checked behind the shrub. No den there, and no one has seen the skunk in a week. I’ve put the trap away.

Son-in-law Tim Williams had a birthday, which we celebrated at our house, much of it in the back yard where Tim grilled his own birthday burgers and brats. Not fair but they tasted better thanks to his master’s touch. His parents, Fred and Clair Williams, joined us; always a treat.

I enjoyed a virtual book talk about THE DIRT BOOK for a store in Ann Arbor, Michigan called Nicol’s Books/Shuler Books. The books artist, Kate Cosgrove, was a delightful partner in the bit. I have an in-person book store talk and signing coming up at Pagination Bookshop in Springfield. It was scheduled for this Saturday but has been set back one week. I’m working on details for my DIRT BOOK program on September 1 at TLC main library in Springfield.

With a new book coming out in October, I WANT AN APPLE, promotional dates are starting to come in. First will be a virtual book store visit to BookMark in Neptune, Florida. I’m pleased about that. They’re good people.

Had to buy a new office chair and got it put together. My old one is out by the curb in case someone driving by might have a use for it.

Had a 20-minute TIA (mini-stroke) last Monday that passed just fine but I still landed in ER for seven hours. Spending these hot afternoons in the pool, taking a lot of picture of the tiny things i see when I’m in the water. More about that community later. My toe’s better. I don’t think I told you it was bad but anyway it’s healing. Storm before last another section of our ancient globe locust blew over. Last nights storm knocked off another section. This morning I’m set for a carotid scan. Never had one of those before. Before and after that I’m finally going to take time to work on my “weed” poem in tribute to our Word of the Month Challenge word for August.

I’ve been spending some of my writing time standing at my desk to keep from sitting so much. I’m not used to working this way but it’s not terrible and I’ve written a couple of decent poems standing, so I think I can get used to it. Our besties, Larry and Maryann Wakefield, gave me a fold-up lap desk for Christmas that I hadn’t used yet. Turns out that by setting it on top of my desk it’s just the right size for me to stand and write on.

I haven’t covered everything but that’s plenty for now. It feels good to get out and stretch. I’ll be back tomorrow and maybe Sunday and then go silent for the coming week. So far that seems to be the pattern.

Home again home again

Hi everyone,

Home again. It takes fourteen hours, which we spread over two days, to drive from Springfield to Santa Rosa Beach, a four day roundtrip, but only 1 1/2 hours each way to fly. We flew this time. I drafted a poem during yesterday afternoon’s flight home and we arrived with time to spare for unpacking and enjoying the soup that our wonderful neighbor, Linda Goodman, had ready for us. Our dear friends, Larry and Maryann Wakefield, picked us up at the airport so you can’t make a trip from Florida easier than that.

This morning it’s back to work, the view of Goose Lake a familiar and comforting sight. All the beautiful plants and flowers we left twenty-four days ago are as gorgeous as when we left, thanks again to Linda.

This promises to be an eventful week as some scheduling issues get settled. If things go as I hope, my writing time will be taken for a long time to come. More about it as I go through the week.

For now, it’s good to be home and back in our Springfield routine.