I cried for her.
The other day I was idly putting hand-me-down stuffed animals (that Aunt Susie had gathered from Grandma's apartment) into my son's toy basket; and I smelled one to make sure it wasn't dirty or mildewed or anything. And it smelled like African violets and ceramic dust. Those are the smells of Grandma. I didn't even realize, until that moment, how much I've missed them. . .
In other news, I finished my book dummy! I estimated it would take me a week tops, and it took me all Summer. Now we wait on tenterhooks to find out how the songwriter feels about it. She has sent me a very encouraging message, so my hopes are high! But I'm not posting the dummy for public comment until she has told me what needs correcting.
My brain is occupied, as late, with househunting. It's grueling. And when a nice house sells before we've decided how we feel about it, it's heartbreaking. These are the times when faith comes in handy, and I just tell myself 40 or 50 times a day that the Goddess isn't going to let us move into the wrong house, and that our Home o' Dreams is still out there, waiting. Biding its time. It'll call out to us, and we will recognize it and buy it! And then wait six weeks to move, because closing on a house takes for frickin' EVER.
I never did get a picture up in here of Ethan's Creeper Quilt. How unprofessional of me. I'll make that my project tomorrow. After all, I'm not working on a book dummy anymore. . .
The other day I was idly putting hand-me-down stuffed animals (that Aunt Susie had gathered from Grandma's apartment) into my son's toy basket; and I smelled one to make sure it wasn't dirty or mildewed or anything. And it smelled like African violets and ceramic dust. Those are the smells of Grandma. I didn't even realize, until that moment, how much I've missed them. . .
In other news, I finished my book dummy! I estimated it would take me a week tops, and it took me all Summer. Now we wait on tenterhooks to find out how the songwriter feels about it. She has sent me a very encouraging message, so my hopes are high! But I'm not posting the dummy for public comment until she has told me what needs correcting.
My brain is occupied, as late, with househunting. It's grueling. And when a nice house sells before we've decided how we feel about it, it's heartbreaking. These are the times when faith comes in handy, and I just tell myself 40 or 50 times a day that the Goddess isn't going to let us move into the wrong house, and that our Home o' Dreams is still out there, waiting. Biding its time. It'll call out to us, and we will recognize it and buy it! And then wait six weeks to move, because closing on a house takes for frickin' EVER.
I never did get a picture up in here of Ethan's Creeper Quilt. How unprofessional of me. I'll make that my project tomorrow. After all, I'm not working on a book dummy anymore. . .