Lazy, hazy days and crazy-ass curly chemo hair…

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Okay, those are my excuses for not posting much lately.  I go outside into the sunshine and I’m not motivated to write.  I’m motivated to garden and pull weeds and maybe wash the windows or paint the little piece of trim above the front door.  And go to the gym now that I’m finally getting over this frustrating sinusitis, the second time since chemo.  Apparently my immune system will take some time to recover.  I’m trying to eat well and work out regularly.  But not write…

My fiction piece The Reunion is starting to bore even me, so I can imagine how you felt if you read it.  It’s on hold for now.  I’ve been reading a lot lately and some is for NetGalley, so I’ll need to post some reviews soon.  If I get motivated….

My hair gets crazier every day.  It’s almost two inches long now and thicker and white with some dark mixed in, especially in the back.  And curly, like Mary’s little lamb curly. And what do people say to me who haven’t seen me for awhile?  Oh, your hair is SO white or SO thick or SO curly!

No, really?  I say this with a shocked look on my face and touch my head.  My God, what happened?  You know, we don’t have any mirrors at the house!  Well, that’s what I’d like to say anyway.  Then they tell me how cute it is.  Uh, huh, sure.  But no one is rushing out to get a really bad perm like mine.  Or stop coloring and highlighting.  The only good thing is the speed with which I can shower and get out the door.  Blow drying doesn’t make a difference at all, so air dry it is…

But enough whining about me.  😉  How are you all?

Yay, Yay, it’s Father’s Day…

Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful dads, uncles, brothers, stepdads and grandpas out there.  You rock!

Summer Cold, Again*…

Summer vacation, it was a blast
Summer cold, it happened so fast
Lack of sleep, not my own bed
Stuffiness, all through my head,

Summer days, sneezing away
But, oh, those drugged Nyquil nights!

Well-a well-a well-a huh
Tell me more, tell me more
Do you cough all the time?
Tell me more, tell me more
Is your nose filled with slime?

Tried to rest, but that didn’t work
Phone calls from telemarketer jerks
My poor throat is feeling so sore
Need more meds from the grocery store

Summer germs, now something’s inflamed
But, oh, those sleepy Nyquil nights!

Well-a well-a well-a huh
Tell me more, tell me more
Do you still feel like crap?
Tell me more, tell me more
Do you still need a nap?

A couple more days and I’ll be all right
I might wash my hair, not look such a fright
Think I might actually be on the mend
And this stupid cold will finally come to an end

Summer days, sneezing away
But, oh, those blissful Nyquil nights!!

*To the tune of Summer Nights from Grease.  I probably would have done an audio recording for you, you know, if it weren’t for my cold…

The Reunion, 13…

 

You can find earlier excerpts from The Reunion here

That does sound like fun, kind of like having a new house to decorate!” Jen beamed. It seemed Brian really was interested in spending time with her. This could end up to be a very enjoyable week. Or longer if the text she’d gotten from her friend at work was true.

As they walked through the town and looked over the many tourist shops and restaurants, Brian couldn’t help but think how great an area like this would be for Brim. He hoped that his renovation of the inn would be only the first step in a plan to entice fun, current and profitable businesses to spring up all around them. He hated to see the little town where he’d grown up dying as families moved away and kids never returned after growing up and leaving for college.

The Sawyer brothers, had been busy building modestly large houses in a nearby subdivision and there were a few that had already sold to college professors who didn’t mind a little bit of a drive in order to live further out in the country. But they needed to attract locals, too, young couples willing to put more back into the town and open some much needed businesses to run. And a reason to want to stay long term and have their kids grow up there and stay, too.

He’d occasionally wondered if he and Sherry had stayed and raised Casey in Brim if things would have turned out differently for them. He liked to think so, but she never saw the appeal of small town living like he had. There was just something so comfortable about knowing your neighbors your whole life. And he didn’t even mind that everyone knew your business. Most people really genuinely cared about what happened to you and were willing to lend a hand when someone needed help.

As Brian and Jen reached his truck, he opened the door for her and helped her in then waited as she fastened her seat belt before going around to the driver’s side and sliding in. After he’d fastened his own seat belt, he couldn’t help reaching over to grab Jen’s hand with his as they pulled away from the parking spot and started the drive back to her parents’ house.

“This isn’t going to be awkward for us, right?” he said, smiling briefly at her and then turning his attention back to the road.

“What, living in the same house, you mean? Being roommates?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” he said. “I don’t think I want to be just roommates, though, Jen,” he said, with a slight smile in her direction. “I’d kind of hoped we could be something more.”

Jen smiled to herself. This was exactly what she needed, a fling with someone who certainly wasn’t a stranger, but also someone who she wouldn’t be working with or living near forever in case things ended awkwardly, like they usually did. And what on earth did that text from Sandy mean, “Things are changing big time here. Call me when you get a chance.” A new boss? A new office? Or jobs being cut?

“I can practically hear the wheels in your head turning,” he said, and she heard the laughter in his voice. “Let’s not over think it, okay? I had a great time with you this evening and we can take things as slow as you want.”

Ah, the dreaded taking things slow, just great. She was hoping for a hot fling with a sexy contractor and he wanted to take things slowly. Or maybe not, she thought, as his hand settled on her thigh and squeezed gently.

Her fingers found his and she returned the squeeze. “Okay, I’m good with seeing how things develop between us,” she agreed. “I had a great time, too. I really liked hearing about your plans for Brim. And maybe we can get a beer and sit out back with Jack for a while. I just got this strange text from my assistant at work and I’m not sure what’s going on back at my office.” And maybe we can snuggle under a throw as the evening air cooled, she thought.

The big pick up slowed as Brian made the turn into the driveway. As they came to a stop, he leaned over to brush his lips against hers and unfasten her seat belt. But before he could kiss her, Jen had turned her head to look out the window.

“Oh, I wonder whose car that is in the driveway?”

Brian swore softly under his breath.  Little blue Mazda with a university sticker in the back window.  “Well,” he said, trying to sound cheerful. “Looks like Casey is here.”
“Your teenaged daughter?”  High hopes for snuggling flew out the window.  Jen almost smiled at the look on Brian’s face.

“Yep,” he said grimly. “And I’m hoping she has a very good reason for not being at school right now.”

Yay, Yay it’s Saturday…

 

😀   Decisions, decisions…