Still working on my “poetic flair” so as to develop that “strong narrative” flow. Oh dear, it is ever so slow! I’m up to page 129–not bad until you realize the work is 428 pages long. And now it’s raining, something of a surprise, so I can’t even go outside and hack through more of our jungle as a diversionary tactic. We are going to have to rent a truck to haul this debris away. Richard was using the electric clippers yesterday on the way-overgrown jasmine out front when he came across the dessicated body of a rat who had apparently gotten tangled up to the point where he simply starved to death. Yeah, well, those vines keep curling up around the front doorstep, so it’s definitely time to take things into hand.
But back to the real work here: Katie’s wedding. Did I say that? I suppose I should say, “Just kidding,” but no, I’m not. Talk about a zillion teeny details! Got her shoes from Zappos–check. Got the 15-bottle case of Korbel champagne for the toast that was on sale at Raley’s for Valentine’s Day–check. Will get the wine and beer from Bev Mo’ on their “Buy One, Get One For 5 Cents” sale this month–future check. Have to hurry up and decide if we can talk the happy couple into using our Alaska miles to get to Hawaii, even if it does mean a stopover in Seattle; otherwise, it’s over a grand. Weddings–such a money pit.
Okay, really back to the work here. Thank heaven for Google and that you can get a meaningful response from it to queries such as “plural of terracotta” and “plural of apparatus.” Apparati? Never you mind; such trivialities are my problem, not yours. Just keep coming to visit me; it’s so boring here without you.