We got home after
a drive that seemed much longer coming home than it had when we were headed
toward a family Christmas celebration. In fact, I thought the high plains were
endless and Post, Texas where we would turn south, was a figment of the
driver’s imagination. But eventually we went through Post and then by
Sweetwater and Abilene. When you hit Abilene, you think you’re almost home, but
you really aren’t. It’s still a long way. After a stop to pick up the Burton
dog who’d spent the week in a vet’s facility, we got home a little after five.
Twenty-four hours
later, I’m still unpacking and catching up. Knowing me, no one will be
surprised that catching up desk work, even though I’d had my computer with me,
was priority. I’m almost there. But my children gave me complete new wardrobes,
and I’m overwhelmed with the task of fitting them into my closet. So they are
strewn across the coffee table, the lone chair in the bedroom, and even the
high footboard on the bed, waiting until Jordan has time. She’s a great
organizer.
We were greeted by
a joyous dog, although she’d obviously been well cared for and loved. Still,
she was happy to have “her” people back. She’s been a little outrageous since
our return, demanding all the attention—no other dog is to be in a lap—and
demanding treats. I know I made my bed before we left, but when we came home
she had rearranged the covers and carved out a nesting spot for herself.
Tonight, her most outrageous act was to grab a tomato that rolled out when I
was unpacking groceries. She trotted off, tail high in triumph, toward the
bedroom, the only room in the cottage with carpet. I of course feared a tomato
stain on the carpet and went chasing her with a piece of cheese. She abandoned
the tomato which appeared intact, so I washed it and put it up. If I offer you
a tomato sandwich and you refuse, I’ll understand.
Went to the kind
of party I like tonight—a gathering of maybe twelve to fifteen people for
cocktail hour with heavy and delicious hors d’oevres and excellent
conversation. Warm, comfortable, low-key
and so pleasant.
Highlight of my
day however was a review of The Perfect
Coed that was probably the best review I’ve ever received and will
certainly send me back to the work-in-progress and into the new year with
renewed enthusiasm and self-confidence. It’s from the San Francisco Review of Books, reprinted from the online review
source Long and Short Reviews. Facebook
notified me of it, but I couldn’t find it and posted such. Thanks to Mike
Hinshaw and Dayle Buckley for sending me a link and the text—they’re my heroes.
If you’d like to read it (oh, please do!), you can find It at
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And on
that note, good night to all. Stay warm—it’s cold throughout most of the
country and is supposed to go well below freezing for the next few days in
North Texas. My cottage is warm and cozy. I hope yours is too.
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