|Jacob and Sophie at ease in the cottage|
By August, everything in Texas is burnt and dried. Not this year—everything is soggy, and the air is humid. No concrete poured today and probably not until Monday. They jerry-rigged the fence so we can let the dogs out under supervision, but it’s too muddy. I caught two little boys walking along the path they had laid out to pour concrete into. Brought out the screaming monster in me as I ordered them out of the mud.
If it weren’t for all the complications it causes, I’d enjoy sitting here and watching the rain. Normally I would be so grateful, but this year I want to sing that old song, “Rain, rain go away/Come again another day.”
Jamie came over today to supervise the AT&T tech who changed us from U-Verse to Direct TV and hooked me up in the cottage. It was a day-long project for which he eventually called in extra help. Jamie said every time he started to deal with an office problem on his computer, the tech came in with a question. I had grandiose visions of going out to lunch and dinner—okay as lunchtime went by and I ate a ham and cheese sandwich, I pinned my hopes on dinner and began to think of places Jamie might like. He is not a sandwich guy, though I can live on sandwiches. Ultimately I sent him back to Frisco without any food—ah, mother guilt. He made me a tuna sandwich.
Not much else went right today either. I tried to upload a manuscript to a new site that posts digital books to various sites without the author having to format them, a huge bonus since formatting requirements vary from platform to platform. This was going to be an experiment for me, because, lazy me, I’ve been paying a formatter and posting only to Amazon select. Breezed through posting the blurb, ISBN and all that—and couldn’t get the manuscript to load.
Jamie plugged in my printer, as I had saved several things to print. Microsoft Explorer refused to respond, and nothing would print. I will have to send to Christian at his office if it doesn’t work tomorrow. Sometimes letting everything sleep overnight is magic.
Jordan has gone for her annual all-girls vacation to Key Largo where one of the girls’ family has a house. Christian and I are left adrift on the sea of our own ineptitude. We will do whatever about caring for Jacob—he likes it out here, and I enjoy having him, but I suspect Christian would also like his company. What has my life come to that I’m relying on a ten-year-old for companionship? Then again, he’s better company than many adults I know.
I may take to drink before the long weekend is over. Who am I kidding? There’s a glass of wine on my desk now.