Life in progress


#SoCS – Imperfect

Perfect is for fiction

Impossible to achieve

Is life stranger than fiction?

If it were, we could be perfect.

Oooh boy, am I drifting tonight. I’ve become a lightweight–half a glass of wine and I can’t think straight. I’m the perfect cheap drunk if nothing else.

Alex is finally feeling better and it’s supposed to rain all day on Monday, so as long as they don’t change that to freezing rain–which would be my luck–he’ll be going to school for the first time since Valentine’s Day. And I know that means I should finally get some work done, but I’ll likely procrastinate most of the day.

I do need a new phone. I have an ancient Huawei that has had no space on it since the day I got it about three years ago. I love the thing, but the apps are starting to act up. It’s time to move on. It’s always a bittersweet moment when I get a new phone. I miss the old one, and I hate the idea of having to get used to where everything is on a new one, but it’s exciting at the same time. Do you know what I mean? Is it like that for you, too?

I’ve been with the same carrier for oh … about 25 years? Is that possible? Maybe a bit less, but not much. I’ve thought about changing, but this company owes me for being loyal. Maybe not as much as my bank, who I’ve been with for 40 years, but close.

Sticking with a company isn’t really rare, I don’t think. Or maybe I’m just weird.

I’ve said that a lot lately–maybe I’m just weird. I’m starting to believe it’s true. Or maybe I’ve always believed it’s true.

I feel like Chinese food.

Maybe I’ll have cheese and crackers.


That’ll be perfect.

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P.S. I had a dream Saturday morning that I was in Japan with Dan Antion. Our mission was to try out a new speedboat that was the size of a Wii balance board. Both of us, at the same time. When I woke up, we were fighting over who would get to wear the only life jacket. Alex was there, too, but he was a cat. And wouldn’t you know it? I’d forgotten to study Japanese, so I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying … Because, after all, one does not expect to wake up in Japan when one goes to sleep in one’s own bed at night.


#SoCS – Multitasking

I make a lot of difficult decisions in the course of a workday. It’s a hazard of the job of an editor. (Please don’t look at the word choices in this post and judge me for them. This exercise doesn’t allow me to edit!) Commas used to give me a hard time, once upon a time. Now I can look at a sentence and say, usually, in a split second whether or not it needs one and where. Still, it’s a critical decision.

But then there are the days in which I have no choices more pressing upon my brain than how many things I can carry from the fridge to the counter in one trip. I have it down to a science on the way to breakfast.

  1. Grab the margarine and the milk.
  2. Put the margarine on the counter beside my coffee cup, pour the coffee, and put in the milk.
  3. Carry the milk back to the fridge, put it in and take out the marmalade.

Simple. I have three things and only two trips.


(There has to be a “but.”)

On the way from breakfast, I have a conundrum.

Here, let me draw you a diagram of my kitchen, so you’ve got a visual.

Okay, there we go. There are maybe (a big maybe) two steps from the fridge to the coffeemaker, and if you’re standing between the counter (yes, it is that colour green EXACTLY) and the table, there’s no step. It’s just basically a swivel and you’re there.

Okay, where was I?

Okay. So. I’ve got my coffee (I just have to walk around the island and grab everything I’ve taken out of the fridge from the other side and put it on the table) and I sit at the table and drink my coffee and eat my breakfast. I have three things on the table–my mug, the margarine, and the marmalade.

When I’ve finished my breakfast, I have to do two things: put the margarine and the marmalade back in the fridge, put the mug on the counter close to the coffeemaker, and get my last cup of coffee for the morning.

But I have 3 (count ’em–THREE) things to carry from the table to the counter (or the fridge), and only two hands!!!!

It’s a conundrum … a multitasking conundrum!!!!!

Do I do the opposite of what I did before breakfast: put everything on the counter and then go around, get the milk out of the fridge and pour my coffee, then put everything back? NO! That means two trips to the fridge!

Or, do I put just the coffee on the counter, go back to the table, carry the margarine and the marmalade directly to the fridge, grab the milk, go back to the counter, pour the coffee, then go back to the fridge to put the milk away? I’m still taking two trips to the fridge!!!

I go through this scenario EVERY SINGLE DAY and it DRIVES ME MAD!!

There’s only one obvious solution.

I need to grow another hand.

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#JusJoJan 19/20 – Not Buyin’ It

Before I write anything else, I’d like to thank Jim for our prompt word, “gobbledygook.” Thank you, Jim! You can find his Just Jot it January post here. Go visit him and say hi, and give him a follow!

Today was a tough one at home with Alex. He woke up with a sore throat and spent most of the day complaining that he was so sick, he needed to go to the hospital. If he was to be believed, he was dying. Dying, I tell you! But no. It simply wasn’t true–he just loves the hospital that much.

Sounds like gobbledygook, but that’s Alex. He tried everything to convince me to take him to the emergency, just so he could sit there and people-watch and flirt with nurses. He made himself cough until his throat probably really was raw.

But I saw through the deception. He was happy and smiling whenever he thought I couldn’t see him. He sang in his own way (he’s Deaf and can’t hear himself, but I know his singing) when I wasn’t in the room, but the moment he saw me, he pretended to be hoarse and in agony.

Still, he did look a bit sick today, so I’ll keep him home from school tomorrow unless he’s bouncing off the walls. A sure sign he’s faking it.

Wish me luck.


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#SoCS & #JusJoJan 18/20 – Scrooge

I may have mentioned, maybe even more than once, that I always watch the old version of Scrooge every year at Christmas. The one with Alastair Sim. I try to watch it in black and white if I can find it–I have it on VHS somewhere in case it’s not on TV. This year I totally missed it on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I found it on Youtube though. The entire movie in black and white, so I watched it one night on my laptop, all by myself, between Christmas and New Year. It’s much more fun to watch as a family.

Being interested in words as I am, I decided to look up the word “Scrooge” to see where it came from. Not surprisingly, it became a noun to describe a grumpy, miserly person in 1940, a little less than one-hundred years from the time Dickens published the novel.

I worried that I was a bit of a scrooge this Christmas. I didn’t have a lot of money, but I managed to buy everyone something. What I didn’t do this time around was obsessively make sure everyone had the same number of gifts. I’ve driven myself crazy with this for years. This time, I bought what everyone needed (or wanted if I could afford it) and left it at that. So much less stressful, especially for someone like me who waits for the absolute last moment to shop.

Obviously, I don’t watch a lot of movies. The next last one I watched was the Downton Abbey movie. And when was that? Hang on, I’ll look it up …

October 20th. Thank goodness for this blog. If I didn’t write everything I do on it, I’d never keep track of anything.

I’m so busy!

Just not watching movies.


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#JusJoJan 17/20 – A Jade

I’d like to start by saying thank you to MB for our prompt word, “jade,” today. Thank you, MB! You can find her Just Jot it January post here. Go visit her and say hi, and give her a follow!

I don’t have much to talk about on the subject of jade, the stone. And I’m not easily jaded on any subject. So I thought I’d check out the dictionary definition of the word “jade,” and lo and behold, I found something to talk about!

I had no idea that “jade” the noun, can refer to, and I quote from Merriam-Webster dictionary:

a broken-down, vicious, or worthless horse

I’ve known a jade, and I didn’t like it.

I worked, for a time, at a few different thoroughbred horse stables. My job was mostly mucking out stalls and feeding the animals.

There was one place I worked for–I don’t remember the name of the farm, but it was in King City, Ontario, where, at least at the time, there were reportedly more millionaires per square acre than anywhere else in North America, including anywhere in California.

There, I met a horse we less-than-affectionately called “Shithead.” That wasn’t the horse’s real name, and to be caught calling the horse that in front of the owner would most certainly have resulted in being fired. (I don’t remember the horse’s real name, but he was a winner at the track, apparently.)

So Shithead wasn’t a broken-down horse, nor was he worthless. But man, was he vicious. He detested people. All of us.

Fortunately, we didn’t muck out stalls with the horses in them–racehorses and pitchforks should never be in the same place at the same time. But that meant we had to lead the beast out of the stall to put him in a paddock, and bring him back later. It was only a short walk, I managed to avoid Shithead’s teeth by holding his lead rope close to his chest, walking close to his shoulder (he walked very fast, so I was never ahead of him anyway), and flicking at his nose if he tried to turn around a bite my body.

Except one time when I was cooling him down after the jockey had him out on the track. I worked there in the winter, so I had a good thick coat on and thank God for that because have you ever been bitten by a horse that meant to bite? It’s not like the little nibble you might get if you don’t hold your palm flat enough when you’re feeding one. It hurts!

I was happy not to have to punish the horse–I was in too much pain.

At other farms I’ve worked at, punishing a horse was called a shit-kicking. At a thoroughbred farm, it’s called an attitude adjustment, again for the sake of the owners who have tens of thousands of dollars invested in the animals. I didn’t feel the slightest bit bad that the vicious expensive horse received an attitude adjustment that day.

All this to say if you ever come across a horse whose name is Jade, stay away from its teeth. It might have come by its name honestly.


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#JusJoJan 16/20 – An Experience, or What I Managed to Do In 18 Hours Without Even Leaving My House

It’s Thursday, January 16th, and Dan Antion gave us our prompt word, “experience,” today. Thank you, Dan! You can find his Just Jot it January post here. Go visit him and say hi, and give him a follow if you haven’t already!

It all started between 5 and 6pm yesterday. I was sitting in my living room, getting colder and colder.

I made tea: I was still cold.

Checked the thermostat: the room was at the temperature the boiler is set to keep it at. I was still cold.

So I tried rolling my sleeves down: still cold.

Checked the radiator. Cold.

Went back to the thermostat: one degree below what it’s supposed to be.

Oh oh, the boiler’s not working. Turned it off and on again. Didn’t help.

So I called my water-heater rental company, with whom I have insurance on my boiler. They’d send someone out between 7 and 11am … at least 13 hours with no heat. Great. But hey, it was only -4 outside last night. Could have been worse, right?

So there I am, sitting on the couch in my living room with my sleeves rolled down, trying to figure out where I was going to come up with more blankets when I realized I was warm.

The boiler was working.


So I called the water-heater company back to let them know. We decided it would be a good idea to get it checked out anyway, but the guy would come between 10am and 2pm the next day (today) instead. Fantastic. I wouldn’t have to potentially get out of bed and dressed and answer the door before coffee.

Moving on to today. 11am. Get a call from the water-heater company technician to say he’d be here in 15-20 minutes. Excellent. I put Winston in his crate and wait for the guy to arrive. Ten minutes after the call, there’s a knock on the door.

Technician guy: Hi. Am I at the right house?

Me: Er, yeah, I guess so.

He comes in and I take him down to the basement and start to explain what’s going on.

Technician guy: I was told I was here for a water heater.

Me: No … I called for the boiler.

Technician guy: *shrugs* Okay, I can deal with that.

He starts fiddling around with my boiler and looking at the owner’s manual. Meanwhile, Winston is barking upstairs.

Technician guy: Are you sure I’m not here for the water heater? Is the boiler what the (Local Housing Rental Company(let’s call it LHRC)) said I was here for?

Me: LHRC doesn’t own this house, I do.

Confused Technician guy: *frowns* Well this is weird. I was told to come to this address for a water heater.

Me: That’s not what I said when I called the water-heater company last night.

Wrong Technician guy: *over the sound of Winston’s barking* I’m not from the water-heater company. I’m from the gas company.

Me: Just a minute. I’m going to see what the dog’s barking at.

There’s someone at the door. I open it to find a guy in a water-heater company uniform.

New Technician guy: Hi, are you Linda? I called fifteen minutes ago …

Wrong Technician guy: *emerging from basement: to New Technician guy* Oh hi. Fancy seeing you here.

On his way out the door, Wrong Technician guy thanked me for the tour of my basement.

Turned out it was a loose wire in my boiler.

And quite the experience without ever leaving my house.

I have heat.


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#JusJoJan 14/20 – Publishing

I’d like to start by saying thank you to Ritu for her prompt word, “publish.” Thank you, Ritu! You can find her Just Jot it January post here. Go visit her and say hi, and give her a follow if you haven’t already!

Now that I’ve decided to take this publishing gig seriously–I plan to publish at least six books this year–I’m considering what to do about creating my own imprint. Mostly so I have a single name to publish under, particularly if I decide to change genres and go with a pen name, but also so I have a name for a company, should I make enough money to register it. Don’t laugh–I have my editing business that I can put in there too.

It means I’ll need a logo … and a name. I have a couple ideas for the latter, which is actually amazing since I can’t come up with a title for five out of the six books I want to publish.

What do you call a romantic comedy series that centers around an Irish pub that has male strippers every Saturday night? And no, I can’t call it anything that will get me booted off Amazon for being too racy. Considering the premise, the writing is actually quite tame. I need titles that will reflect that too.

The sixth book, my passion project, is Book 3 of my PNR series, The Great Dagmaru. It’s a killer story that turned out to be quite difficult to write. Heartbreaking, but hopeful. The plan is to start releasing the romcom series in March, and get one book out every ten weeks, with Book 3 – “The Magician’s Soul” published by summer. I think I can, I think I can …

But back to the publishing business itself.

I’ve toyed with the idea of publishing other authors, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of investment. Especially not when I’m having this much fun writing my own books. I have a thousand ideas but only 365 days in a year. Does 2020 have 366? I’ll have to factor that in if it does.

Still not enough?

I’m determined.

And inspired.

I’m interested to know whether any of my readers out there have set up their own publishing companies to deal with their own books. It seems like a lot of work at the beginning, but it might end up making my life easier in the long run.



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