I know a lot of you are eager to find out what we’re working on next. We are trying to figure it out. We have chunks. Chunk of this, chunk of that, and none of it is grabby enough to sustain focus for the six months it would take to produce a book.
This week will be busy with the holidays and the release of FATED BLADES. We’ll see if a solid idea for one of our ongoing series or something new presents itself while we are doing dishes or cleaning. Right now asking either one of us about it results in snarling. We need more down time.
We spent the pre-holiday weekend paying for our past procrastination. Every house has a spot where flotsam and jetsam accumulates like a sand dune island, brought there by the currents of daily life. Mail that was too important to throw away but not important enough for immediate response. Non-perishable goods like boxes of tissues that were brought inside but temporarily forgotten due to other pressing concerns or simply lack of space, waiting like lost luggage to be taken to their proper storage place. If you’re not careful, you will end up with Outer Banks.
Our Outer Banks spot was in the dining room, the least used room in the house. We mostly eat in the kitchen at the breakfast table or in front of the TV on the couch. Yes, a bad habit, spare me, the world is on fire. If I want to eat my chicken wrap and watch yet another riveting documentary about Bigfoot where they don’t find Bigfoot, I am going to do so. But back to the story. Our dining room housed a cat tree, which was Oliver’s favorite spot, a stack of paper towels and toilet paper, and two IKEA bookcases with glass shelves.
We ordered the bookcases for Kid 1 months ago. Somehow they never got put together.
Putting the bookcases together is a breeze. Hanging glass doors on them is the seventh circle of hell. When the doors go on, the bookcases become very front heavy. Open the doors, and the bookcase will fall on you. Also, if you lift the box containing said bookcase, and scorpions run out, things get a little hectic.
Gordon, having disposed of scorpions and grasping the next box: We lift this one and tap it on the ground so they will fall out.
Me: … Let’s not.
Gordon: Why… Oh, this is a glass door, isn’t it?
Gordon: Damn it.
After a two-hour wrestle with the doors, I had to break out the stud finder so we could attach the bookcases to the wall with L brackets. I’m happy to report that I successfully found two wooden studs and my husband. The bookcases are now attached to the wall, and we both feel that we have completed our annual quota of furniture assembly. The cat tree was moved to a different room, to Oliver’s great mourning, and the dining room is now cleared out.
We also replaced the candle lights in the chandelier with LED candle lights. Supposedly they will last 10 years or more. That would be good, because the chandelier is very high, and we had to use a broom to pull it to the catwalk and then release it very gently so it didn’t swing into the front window. Because that would be exciting, but expensive.
Kid 1 and her boyfriend assisted with furniture assembly and furniture carrying. Kid 2 also made an appearance and brought me flowers and a stuffed horse because I was feeling sad and frustrated over a conversation on professional front.
The German Shepherds had broken the back gate of Kid 2’s house. Nobody is sure how they opened it, but they did. They ran out, and then Quincy took off down the street to have an adventure. He walked a child to the Dollar Store and back home and was permitted into the store, because he is apparently an extra good boy. He was found by his frantic pet parents escorting a dog walker and the dog she was walking through the neighborhood, while maintaining perfect pace and canine etiquette. Artha spent her hour of freedom by returning to the back yard and guarding the broken gate against intruders.
The gate has been repaired by a professional and the entire fence will likely be getting an overhaul. Due to this event, and some other tragic things that happened in Kid 2’s neighborhood, Kid 2 convinced her sister that she should make her a separate green bean casserole before Thanksgiving just for her. That’s between them. I shall have no part of this heresy.
Tomorrow is cleaning. And the grocery order for Thanksgiving. Must not forget napkins.
Napkins. Very important.