We’ve been having lovely weather, so we managed to get out for walks. Winston (my dog) was covered in so much loose hair this morning when I let him out of his crate, I wondered if I could weave a carpet out of it. Shedding is just one thing to love about this time of year, isn’t it?
They finally came around this morning to remove the stump from the tree on my front lawn that the city cut down. It feels like closure. Like I’ve had remains of a friend, a constant reminder of loss, taken away. Yeah, it was only a tree. But when it came down, it felt life-changing. Then all this happened, and, well, it kinda feels like everything can start going back to some sense of normalcy now. Weird? Probably.
Yesterday:
I took some pretty pictures of spring while we were out walking.
Photos: Cherry and apple blossoms in white and pink.
And two days ago:
My new short story came out!
Pixy is only 99 cents or free if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, so if you like lighthearted paranormal romance stories, you’ll love this short, delightful love story. Pick it up today! (Click the photo below.)
Many thanks. 🙂
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Today was Victoria Day in Canada. Did it feel like a holiday? Absolutely not. Although I’ve gotta say, it does feel like a Sunday, because Alex had no hour of school work this morning. Which he usually finishes before I’m out of bed anyway.
I’ve spent most of the day being funny. At least I hope I have, since I’m editing another romantic comedy. I need to get the cover done for it, but I can’t decide on a title. Maybe you can help.
Book 1, Saddled, is about a male stripper who dances in bar called Woody O’Flanagan’s Pub. The stripper’s stage name is Saddle McFleshbomb, which is where I got the title of the book from.
The one I’m working on now is the prequel. It’s about the owner of the bar, Cal O’Flanagan, and it takes place as he’s getting the bar open and ready for business. At the time of this book, the pub is just that–a pub/restaurant–so there’s no stripper name to go with. I want to keep the title to one word. I’ve considered Nibbled and Swallowed, the latter because the romance is about Cal meeting his future wife. She’s in a position where she has to convince someone she’s dating Cal’s brother throughout the book, therefore, someone has to swallow the fake relationship, plus, well, you swallow food and drink at a pub, right?
Thoughts? Is Swallowed too weird for the title of a book? Keep in mind it just may have a shirtless guy on the cover.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Unable to concentrate on doing anything productive today, I listened to a book. It was a good book. The Wives by Tarryn Fisher. Gripping. You should pick it up.
On a completely different note, today is the day I’ve decided 2020 can go to hell.
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
It’s been … different. The last two days have been, actually, but I’ll start with today. I went for a walk on my own as Alex went from having his coat and shoes on to changing his mind as I was about to walk out the door with him. By the time I got up the street, according to his brother, he was already in his pjs again. So in went my headphones and I spent the next hour and 45 minutes walking snaking my way around the block listening to the book that was due to go back to the library today.
I am so glad I discovered Libby and that I can listen to books from the library on my phone. I’m seriously thinking about having audiobook versions made of my own books.
The rest of my day has been spent mostly working on the aforementioned own books.
Yesterday:
I took Alex to his cardiology appointment in the morning. As I suspected, there has been a slight change in the structure of his heart, necessitating a slight increase in his meds. I was surprised to find that very few people–patients, doctors, techs, or nurses–were wearing masks. Then again, there are no known cases of Covid-19 in Kingston right now, and everyone who enters the building is screened. All of the people sick or suspected of being sick are sent to the other hospital in town.
Alex ended up doing well, with only a little nervousness when he saw the social distancing lines on the floor. It’s the first time he’s been anywhere but home since that part all began. I’m glad I took him, though admittedly, I’ll be watching us both closely for the next two weeks, just in case.
The <sarcasm>best</sarcasm> part of my day came when I got home and found a letter in the mail. The letter itself was dated May 6th, and the post mark on the envelope tells me it was mailed May 8th. What did the letter say? Get this.
Although my name was on the envelope, my mother was the addressee of the letter itself. It said something to the effect of “We’re writing to inform you that we are moving you to [Name of] Retirement Home. This move will happen on May 8th. Signed: The Hospital Administrator.”
I had to talk to someone at the hospital where my mother has been living since March 22nd about another matter, so I called and we discussed that. Before I hung up, I told the woman about this letter I’d received, saying it was odd.
Me: Anyway, I just want to confirm my mother is still there at the hospital.
Her: No, they moved her on Friday.
Me: They what?
Her: They didn’t tell you?
Me: No! I just got the letter today!
Her: …
Me: They moved her five days ago without telling me?
Her: Apparently.
At that point I started laughing at the absurdity of it all.
So yeah. My mother is in yet another retirement home, and half her stuff is still in the first one.
I just can’t with this whole situation anymore.
The good news is my mum seems to be doing well. She was quite chipper when I talked to her on Tuesday … although she had no idea where she was. Turns out I lied to her when I told her I was just up the street from her. She’s halfway across town.
<insert eyeroll>
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
The effects of not writing a WDIIA post yesterday: waking up this morning and not, for the life of me, being able to figure out what day it was today. That’ll teach me.
I spent most of my yesterday avoiding most things. I wrote an email. … and that’s about it. I don’t know why I have days like those, I just do.
Today was a bit better. I took Alex for a walk and we cleaned out the pantry of the expired boxes, cans, and jars of food. It was a cold but colourful day outside.
Photos depict scenes taken on our walk around the neighbourhood. 1. The first leaves on a maple. 2. Daffodils and red tulips. 3. Potted plants and ceramic bunnies.
I do love this time of year. The extreme cold and extreme heat I can do without, thank you very much.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
First, happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there! Whether you’re in a country that celebrates it today or not, I hope you did something nice for yourself. We all deserve it. ❤
Alex woke me up with a hand-drawn card and a potted plant that’s been sitting on my kitchen table since I brought it home from my mother’s place last month. And my eldest son cooked me dinner (penne with chicken in a lovely pesto sauce), so that’s been my treat for the day. I feel lucky to have all three of my kids home with me. Such a blessing.
Aside from that, there’s really nothing new to report. I worked a bit on the prequel to Saddled, which I’ll give away to subscribers to my newsletter. Then it will be on to Book 2 of that series and hopefully Book 3 of my “The Great Dagmaru” series before Book 3 of the “Once a Week at Woody’s” series comes out. They’re all written; they just need editing.
Busy busy.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
My neighbour and I sat outside this morning on our front lawns, chatting and waiting for the Snowbirds to fly over. We waited and waited … Figuring we’d missed them, she went back inside and I went for a walk with Alex.
We found the Snowbirds in the park.
Wait for it. Watch the sky.
(That’s Alex “talking” in the background.)
I had my sunglasses on, so I couldn’t see the screen and missed them flying away.
So cool. So uplifting. 🙂
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
We’ve had two days in a row of walking around the block, so that’s been nice. I have a little squirrel friend I’ve taken pictures of when I’ve seen him. I know it’s him (or her … we’re not that friendly … more acquaintances, I guess) because he/she has a tail with a white tip.
I didn’t take the first picture until I’d seen him/her a few times already. This one is from March.
Then here’s one from a couple of weeks ago, I think (who knows what week it is?).
Apparently he/she made it across the road. Or he/she turned back, one or the other, because this is him/her yesterday.
Feel free to speculate in the comments about why my acquaintance’s tail has a white tip. I’m thinking he/she had a run in with some bleach.
So, yeah. It doesn’t take much to amuse me these days. My world is getting smaller. As is yours, I imagine.
I spent a good chunk of the last two days listening to my short, light paranormal romance story. Listening really is the best way to find missing words and other mistakes the eye skips over. I plan to publish it on Amazon on May 19th.
Here’s the cover. Designed by yours truly.
Keeps me amused. Hopefully it will keep readers amused for an hour or so, too.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I’m having one of those I-have-no-idea-what-I-did-today days. I was certainly confused over what day it was all day. For some reason, my brain wanted it to be Monday again.
I know I went for a walk with Alex today, because I remember how cold it was.
Oh, and I went out to get the mail, opened an envelope, gave myself a paper cut, then forgot about it until the hand sanitizer hit it.
Yeah, that wince you just did? That was me.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
It takes me three days to drink a bottle of wine. Four, sometimes. For the last two mornings (after drinking wine the night before), the heartburn has returned.
I refuse to believe it, damn it!
It’s the stress.
Yeah, let’s stick with that.
The child is restless today, so I’ve spent most of the morning being screamed at. Hopefully he won’t be stubborn, and he’ll want to go for a walk.
Yesterday:
Working backwards …
Midnight came and went (into this morning) and I decided to turn off my computer rather than write a late #WDIIA post and write one this morning instead. Which makes sense, really. At the rate I’ve been going, I should change the title to What Day Was It Anyway?
Earlier in the evening, I checked the local news and discovered the nursing home we were going to move my mother into has a Covid-19 outbreak. Dodged the bullet by a matter of hours there, as the decision came from the government to close new admissions to nursing homes less than a day before she was scheduled to be transferred. She’s still doing okay at the hospital.
I got a good chunk of work done on my short story, Pixy, yesterday afternoon, so I treated myself to a walk down by the water. I took a picture of this broken old tree, cracked but miraculously alive and still growing leaves, it’s top hanging in the lake, level with its roots.
That walk, combined with the one I took yesterday morning with Alex, netted me an interesting number of steps. 11,111. Maybe it’s some sort of sign.
Screenshot of my phone’s step counter showing 11,111 steps.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
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