NaNo

We have a NaNo meet up in just a few hours.

There are a few of us locally who just can’t seem to let NaNo go and so we continue to meet through-out the year.

We rarely talk about writing, it’s more about friendship than anything else.

This meeting will be a good one. I have a laptop. Chantria has a job she likes on many levels. phoenix_singing has some exciting new job prospects. Everyone seems healthy.

I have several new story ideas underway, and a nibble on the “onna stick” cookbook. It’s not fiction, but still, it’s writing.

Best of all, I don’t have to take my washing machine apart to fix it. A little roll of plumber’s tape and eventually a new hose and it will be just fine.

I delivered several hundred sandwiches to hungry people early this morning, did some yardwork, went to feed the ex’s dogs while he’s out of town, and am contemplating mowing again. It’s really not enough to haul out the lawn mower, but if I had a decent push reel mower, that would be just right. It’s only spots that need leveling.

And I need to rip the invasive cleavers out of the bed where I plan to put more raspberries and blackberries. I’ve decided that under the living room windows is the perfect place for a bramble patch. I’m going to border it with monardas and cornflowers and a few other things.

My burr oak doesn’t look like it survived the ice. I was afraid it was too young to handle the ice storms we got this year. Had this winter been like last winter, it would have been warm enough.

Now, I want to go garden shopping.

NaNo first. If there’s time afterwards, I’ll look at nurseries.