I am a New Englander, a Southerner, my own woman, Rex's daughter, a quivering mass of contradictions. Nothing here means any more or less than you want it to mean. This and a buck fifty will get you coffee. But it's me. And I really like that.
A year ago, some of our favorite people gathered together in our living room in Vancouver, Washington, and stood with Lithus and me while we got married. It was midnight. We were in front of a fire. The Lovely Cats performed the ceremony. It was small; it was peaceful; it was right.
This last year has been anything but small. It hasn't been peaceful. It has been right. And I wouldn't have spent it with anyone else ~ or anywhere else, if doing it differently meant I wasn't with Lithus.
So lift a glass today or tonight and drink to Edward Gorey. It is his birthday, after all.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
I made my February 15th deadline. Barely. This is what happens, I suppose, when you have a deadline at the tail end of a cross-country road trip. Still, I made it and that's what matters. Now, we wait for a response from my publishing house. But who wouldn't want to read this book:
Three years ago, Carter Anne Kane left Lambert Falls. No one ever expected her to look back. Why should she when she finally had a good job, a handsome man and a city as big as her dreams? But when her sister ends up bedridden due to complications with a pregnancy, Carter Anne does the only thing she can – she returns to Lambert Falls. But she is the only one who realizes she is running from D.C. almost as fast as she is running to the Falls.
I mean, I would and I don't even like romance novels. But then again, I may be biased.
Also, amazon.com has sent out email reminders to people who bought the first book that the second comes out on March 2. March 2nd. That's wicked close. And it feels as good as the first time. Just for the record. :)
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
the helicopter aviation industry is...interesting. here's the short version:
Mexico fell through because of an international smuggling incident. I'm not kidding.
the Friday night before we are scheduled to leave, Lithus gets a call from a company in New Orleans, offering him a job. they have called his references, checked on how to get him an expedited US citizenship is needbe, and have suggestions of areas of town we could rent if we're interested. they want him there ASAP, so it's a good thing we were already planning on being on the road the next day. he accepts and it is decided that we will be there by Tuesday in order to talk money, timing, etc. we arrive in New Orleans and Lithus has lunch with them. things haven't worked out the way the company had expected and the first gig isn't coming together as quickly. they offer him a training captain job but that doesn't start for 4-8 weeks and they can't bring him on yet. I'm not kidding. they don't talk about money. Lithus tells them he hopes to still be available in 4-8 weeks, meanwhile, if the contract that was supposed to start that week comes through, they are to call him.
we make our way through the Gulf Coast states, knocking on doors and dropping of resumes. it's very Grapes of Wrath only with hotels. he makes several good contacts and gets his face put with his resume. many people say he will be their first choice once they have work. they still don't hire him.
Tuesday, he calls the original, NO company and they say that, while it's 60% that the contract will go through but they still can't bring him on now. we hit the road for Crow Mother's in NV. we arrived Friday evening, 14 days after originally leaving CT for a job in NO, where we will stay until someone, somewhere, actually offers him a job with a salary and start date. and even then, as we learned from Malaysia, there's no guarantee.
and this is the short version. :) roflmao
and how are you?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
