A little bit of this and that

Hello everybody,
We have real sunshine today.  Sharp, blue, squint in the eyes sunshine.  Cold crisp frost on the ground, turning the blades of grass in our yard into a winter wonderland.  Tiny droplets of water catching the sun in their prisms, shimmering from a small slender tree’s outstretched arms, like a strand of jewels.  Watching the dogs smell every inch of the shrubs, grass, stiff crunching noises every step they take.  All of us, puffing out warm steam clouds of air.  It’s a beautiful, perfect day.

Will might be coming down with a cold though.  He wasn’t sure.  Woke up foggy headed.  “Stay home.” I offered.  “I can’t.  We have rehearsal and tomorrow’s our first matinee.” And I want to say, all the better a reason to stay home in bed.  Save your energy.  Not to mention, if you are getting a cold, you don’t want everyone else to get it.  And yet, this is their last rehearsal and if he is getting a cold he probably got it from somebody in the play because that is who he spends all his time with, so they have already been exposed to the germs.  Not to mention, there is no understudy.  Anyway, he went off to school and I’ll just hope that he’s feeling groggy because he got to bed rather late.  I thought he was already in bed, and so I didn’t give the bedtime call, but he wasn’t. 

Scooter just did his ferocious growl, half a bark, and trotted towards the front door.  It’s funny how it’s the very same posturing that he did the other night, but with all this bright sunshine and a house full of people, it doesn’t make me feel nervous at all.  I barely noticed.  And certainly didn’t think it was a bad guy or a burglar or a wild cougar come to try to do damage.  Hmmm...Interesting how I said “a bad guy or a burglar.” Wouldn’t you call someone who makes their living ripping off and stealing from other people a bad guy?  I guess what I mean is, stuff stolen is just stuff.  I mean, it hurts your feelings and all, but it’s just stuff.  But the other kind of thing.  The ones that hurt your physical body and soul, for no other reason but that they can?  To me, that’s a bad guy.  Like Hazen Young.  The big stupid jerk and pedophile that I used as a kicking off point for Hazen Wood in Gemma.  BAD GUY!  Glad he’s dead. 

Wow.  I’ve really run the gambit with conversation today.  Might as well spice it up with another announcement that has nothing to do with anything aforementioned.  The Gemma audio downloads are going to be posted sometime today.  So for those of you who were waiting to buy both for a better price, today’s the day!  I’m sorry it took so long.  I was busy with all the travel and then Susie was racing to get the second edition of her Blogging for Dummies to her editor before the deadline.  But today, all the stars and planets and our own personal schedules aligned and so my blogging buddies...Behold, the audio version of Gemma!  Click the audiobooks button, follow the instructions and Volia!  You can hear me read my books how I hear them in my head.  An interesting place to be, if I do say so myself.  (I’m not saying you want to be there, in my head with me.  You might hate it.  But I’ll tell you one thing, it’s certainly not boring!)

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, November 20, 2007 in

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