Friday, November 11, 2022

tumble

No, silly reader. I did not tumble or even stumble. It's all in the temperatures. Yesterday's high -- 72F (22C). Today's high? 35F (less than 2C). I mean, really! That's just mean!

It's not unexpected, but it is sudden. Like watching a train coming at you: you know you'll get hit, but it still hurts when it happens.

The chickens are hiding, the cats are hiding, Ed is hiding. Me, I set out to feed them all. First, the little animals. Outside.




Then big Ed. And me. Dance is there just for the face rub.




It's a perfect day to embark on the next writing project and yet I cannot do that without giving Like a Swallow one final push. I've been horrible at attending to my marketing obligations and the time is fast approaching when this book will be old news. It's funny, isn't it? A newly published work has value, but once it's been around for a while, it's yesterday's reading material. People always want to see what's coming around the corner. To stick with the train analogy, a book that came out a year ago is like a train that passed your station. A memory of a trip once taken. So, today I toot tooted LaS and maybe tomorrow I'll start on a new track with some new ideas.

In the afternoon, I once again break out of the normal schedule of keeping Friday's childless here at the farmhouse and I pick up a bundled Snowdrop. 




No big play outside today! Too cold! Our bones need to adjust to the seasonal tumble out there! Still, she insists on the tree. Coat, scarf, cap tossed aside.




But that was just a moment of insanity. She rarely wears a coat on her walk from car to house. Once inside, out came the blanket. Ahhh....




So, did this cold day end of my walk-a-day pledge that had started on the day of my eye crash in France? Yes and no. I missed my outdoor hike, but I tried to make up for it with an indoor back-and-forth. It was really boring and I vow to never have to do that again. But at least I closed some of my exercise rings!

Fish for supper. Somehow it so often works out that way on Fridays! Oddly conventional, without any conventional intent behind it. The cats are happy! So are we. Especially when the time comes for a shared chocolate for dessert.