Nothing on my calendar today, just a day at my desk—which I like. But there were a few lighthearted moments—and of course a big reveal!
This morning my computer was
agonizingly slow. I needed every ounce of that patience Jordan talks to me
about. And the TV wouldn’t come on at all, Finally I turned off the TV and
rebooted the computer. Computer had speeded up. Then I turned the TV on—nothing.
Jordan tells me to wait patiently, so I went about my business, spent a
frustrating hour trying to get into the Origin’s (skin care) website (I am
sorry, but I truly cannot understand people in India or the Philippines whose
English is heavily accented and I resent companies that farm out their telephone
help lines). In all that time I forgot about the TV. But when I got up to get
supper out of the freezer, all of the sudden the cottage was filled with loud
voices. For a nanosecond I wondered who had come in—and then I realized the TV
had finally come on, though I’d missed the news segments I like to watch! I’m sure
some mystery writers would make a scene out of that—I just turned off the TV.
But it did startle me—and Sophie.
If any of you have grown
children, you know how old you feel when they begin to go back to the college
reunions. Now, my dog has been invited to a reunion! Sophie will be twelve on
May 18, but I don’t think they’re celebrating her birthday or the day she came
home with us—in July. Apparently, Safari Doodles has a new kennel in Aubrey, a
small town (suburb if you will) north of Dallas. I think it would be fun to go,
but there’s no way—the Burtons will just have gotten home from San Miguel,
Colin will have left the day before for Tomball, and Jordan leaves that day for
an extended work trip. It’s probably a good thing—I might have lost all my
resolve and come home with another dog, though with regret I know that I am not
capable of ever again training a pup. I think Sophie would have enjoyed all the
other dogs, but then again, you never know.
Jordan and I planned a light
supper of subway-style sandwiches tonight, and Christian requested a three-bean
salad, which I made. A meal they all like. Only Christian and Jacob both came
home and fell asleep. Finally at seven-thirty, Jordan and I ate lonely sandwiches.
I ended up with two helpings of salad, because I snuck one when I began to get
hungry.
Nice surprise that made my day—a
reader I don’t know at all wrote that she really enjoys my newsletters and
recently used my shepherd’s pie recipe to serve lunch to two friends, each of
whom went home clutching a copy of the recipe. Of course, it would have been
nice if they’d been clutching copies of my books, but I’ll take whatever
attention I can get. The writer asked if an old book, Libbie, was mine,
and I assured her it was. She was getting ready to order the new Irene, and
said she really likes the Irene books. So all that boosted my spirits.
And speaking of faux French
chef Irene, the latest adventure will publish this coming Saturday. Today I
have an advance sales link. If you want to order Kindle or paperback, you can go here: Irene
Deep in Texas Trouble: An Irene in Chicago Culinary Mystery - Kindle edition by
Alter, Judy. Mystery, Thriller & Suspense Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com. My longtime
friend/mentor/critique expert, Fred Erisman, says it’s the best of the Irene
series so far. I hope you’ll check it out and see what you think.
Happy trails, everyone. I’m
going to spend the evening with a Scottish culinary mystery. What joy!
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