No, I did not eat this much |
You
know the feeling you get from a really productive day? That was mine today, and
I rejoice in it. I began by tackling some things that had been niggling in my
mind, things I’d chewed on for days with no decision. So today I took definite
action. I had a professional favor to ask from a fellow mystery writer, asked,
explained, and got a favorable response. I determined to go ahead and keep my
dental appointment tomorrow—my impression is that they keep you very safe and
isolated, and I want to stop worrying about whether I should go or let my teeth
could to rot and ruin—well, it wasn’t quite that bad, but still….
And
there was a social gathering that weighed on my mind: I had issued the
invitation but then I began to feel uncomfortable about it, and Jordan
reinforced my discomfort. So I flat out cancelled it, and everybody understood.
Finally, I worried a bit about my fat leg. Jordan looked at it last night after
her several days away and pronounced it no less swollen and red in the lower
part of the leg. So I emailed the doctor. I have heard nothing but am assuming
that no news is good news.
Oh,
and I nudged the graphic designer who is doing cover design for Saving Irene,
my forthcoming mystery. Watch for a cover reveal in my blog and elsewhere
in the next couple of days. I’m excited about it.
I may
have mentioned that I’m to teach an online course in creating a fictional chef
this fall, for a subdivision of Romance Writers of America. That, too, has been
weighing on my mind. I am to have twelve “lectures”—about 600 words each. Today
I roughed out the first two lectures—one introducing me, and one presenting the
questions I thought a writer needs to ask him/herself before creating this
chef. It was a lot of work, but I was pleased with it—except that I had earlier
outlined the twelve lectures and today, in two lessons, I used up the first
four topics. I may run out of material. Still, pulling all this material
together has been fun for me, and it syncs beautifully with my first truly “culinary”
mystery, coming in September. So tonight I am feeling productive, proud, and
self-righteous.
Of
course there’s always a cloud on the horizon. I tried to attend a Zoom meeting
of a church book club discussing Grit: The Power of Passion and
Perseverance. I have not yet mastered Zoom, but I managed to log in. The
group greeted me cordially—but the trouble was I couldn’t see me. They assured
me they could. About halfway through I decided to log out and log back in—that worked,
and now I could see me, except I was sideways. They all said I was sideways on their
screens too, but my friend Renee, who was moderating, said it was okay because
it made me distinctive. I’ve got to figure out how to do that.
Got my
fried chicken craving satisfied today. My generous and bountiful neighbor,
Prudence, emailed that her husband was going to pick up fried chicken from Drew’s
Place and what did we want. My good friend Carol and I used to go to Buttons
for lunch occasionally, just to have the good, bone-in fried chicken with
mashed potatoes and green beans, which were, I’m sure, seasoned with fatback. But
then Keith Hix, chef at Buttons, moved on. I blogged about this a few days ago
when Christian, Jacob, and I had a pale imitation for dinner one night. When
pandemic hit, Carol and I had already made a date to go to Drew’s Place, source
of the best fried chicken on this side of Fort Worth. Of course, that had to be
cancelled. So I was overjoyed today to munch—down to the bone—on a thigh and
eat green beans. I have enough green beans to feed Coxie’s Army or, as I told
Pru, her family of six. So generous, so good.
So,
yeah, it’s been a good day. I hope yours has been too.
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