Hello. Have you survived the weekend? I don’t think I have. Between the political wars, the march I’m still trying to figure out, wars on my facebook, the explosion of social media…

Oh. And this…


This is what my last 36 hours has been. Spawn was up pretty much all night last night, watching as we were under a rather intense tornado warning. Last night, an E3 struck a trailer park in south Georgia, killing 16 people. The death toll has been horrific across the south. My front and back yard is one large puddle, the deep drainage ditch is full

I have spent the better part of the day writing. Gary. Actually, I’ve been writing Deidre spill her guts on a Chinese restaurant table, telling her entire story. Unloading baggage and trying to sort through it all. It’s a lot of dialogue and very little background. I had originally slatted this little tale to be told at a later date – like after New Years, because they are new and fresh. But another part of me says they met in August, they’ve been hanging together since September with doggies and it is now December.

I dunno. They are still fresh and maybe I should just do my original December slat with end of the school year and boys coming home for Christmas and waiting for this AFTER New Years.


I have spent the better part of the day wishing for something that isn’t going to happen. Why do I do this?

Lessee…. SnowFlake Fandom Challenge #3

Day 03

set some goals for the coming year. They can be fannish or not, public or private.  Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

  1. Get my blood sugar under control. I get it under control and then it gets out of control and it’s harder to get back under control. And it’s not something I can do in a week. It takes months now.
  2. Seriously lose weight. I’ve gained back what I lost and I need to drop quite a bit. My school has started a Weight Watchers chapter and they have an excellent Diabetic program. I’ve joined. I’m eyeballing the back playground… think I’m going to walk it after school – or the park where Former Suitor and I met up at when he came up here last April. I was starting to feel good about myself and then… well now I hate me again.
  3. Seriously, I need to start converting Manna – or simply write an original fiction. See if anyone is interested. I can do this.
  4. Finish cleaning out my garage. I have junk back there. I’ve had an over full box for charity in my dining room for months. It’s gotta go!

There. There are my goals for this year. Including a ‘fannish’ one of sorts.

I’m probably going to disappear from other social media for a while. It’s ugly, folks. My country, whom I love, is deeply wounded and hurting and rather than healing, I’m seeing that wedge, driven in so deeply by our previous regime, being driven in further. I came very close last night to telling a dear friend that she needed a pacifier and a nap. I also came closer to telling her she sound like she came from the gutters of New York… and then I remembered, she IS from New York.

This, however, is my garden. So expect to see me tending to my flowers. You know what that means….