My young lovers got together. Such deep passion, such simple, straightforward love. It's such a pity reality is going to crash down hard on all sides. But that is a story for another day. He watched her ride off cherishing a bitemark under his shirt, though. (snicker) She struck me as the sort of girl who likes to bite.
I sense another bit getting ready to be written, later on in the book, where his wife screams at him that his sin is the reason that he cannot get her pregnant. God, there's so much angst in this book it's not even funny. I'll have to expand the scenes of the two lovers to balance it out.
Bear called me a couple hours ago and said he'd be in late, because someone drove into his tow cable while he was winching a car out. People do do the damnedest things.
I must also share with you the
podcasts from the Tulsa Police Department, especially
this one. Highlight: "One thing I am NOT going to do is to get on the mainside police radio and report myself in pursuit of an emu. I ain't that stupid." ROFL, I tell you. Wonderful stuff.
My period has settled down, and now I just get to deal with the hassle of bleeding for a few days. I cleaned out the cedar closet today. Or, rather, I removed everything from the lower half today. The upper half is pretty much okay. It's the lower half that was a potential location for Jimmy Hoffa's body. I found two tubs of fabric I didn't know I had. That is both frightening and depressing. I also found a half-assembled quilt. It is throw sized, unless I make a very wide border and buy a new fabric for the backing, or something like that. I probably need to do a scrap quilt and use up the fabrics in the tubs, too. Since I have nothing else to do. (sigh)
Speaking of which, I need to go and peel potatoes for Bear's dinner. Life would be so much simpler if he'd let me do skin-on mashed potatoes with spices. I don't much like peeling potatoes.