Here I am, albeit briefly. Moving is taking a little longer than planned due to a cold, a dislocated shoulder (the Dearliest is fully recovered now, but he didn’t do much for about a week), and some other wrenches that aren’t nearly as exciting.

This post is brought to you from the family’s library in town, which has two espresso-colored bookshelves that are–at present–filled perhaps only halfway with books. The rest are in boxes waiting for sorting. My piano will go in here once we get to that point, but for now it remains on the mountain as a daily source of therapy in this time of uncertain but inevitable change.

Which reminds me…several evenings ago Pokado sat at the piano plunking away, and I heard a song in the notes she struck. Over the next two evenings I penciled it out, and it came together pretty sweetly. I can’t wait to get it into Cakewalk, but I have to finish some other projects before I can start a new one. (I tell you, putting a “no more than 5 projects going at a time” limit on myself is one of the better things I did this year. Hard, but I’m getting more done. :-D)

Until next time!


Out of touch for a while.

My next posting will be from town. Not sure how long we’ll be without internet, but it’ll be good for everyone (read: me) to not have it as a distraction for a little while.

If you need to get a hold of me, calling will be the way to go!

And now, after 2 cups of tea and 1 cup of coffee, I should probably go drink some water before getting back to packing.

Moving Colds

Woke up with a cold today. Mild enough to not feel terrible, but present enough to drain all the energy. I should be packing. I should be cleaning. Instead I’m drinking cups of tea and watching classic lit webseries*, and that is that.

Arc has been waking up around 2 am for a few weeks now. Not sure what his beef is, but he’s taking it out on my sleep schedule. I’m hopeful it’s related to the six teeth he’s pushing in and that his sleeping will normalize once the pearly whites are all present and accounted for. Until then I feel like a half zombie most days. Don’t ask which half; I don’t know.

Writing has been my therapy for months now, but in the last couple weeks I pick up the pen and stare at the page because I’m too tired to think about what comes next. I really don’t want to leave my protagonist hanging from a parachute over the ocean, but sorry dude. Find your own way down.

Just a few days left on the mountain, a few sips of tea left in the mug, and a few tissues left in the box.

I will be so relieved once the move is behind us.


*Web Series I’m Currently Following:

In Earnest (Retelling of Oscar Wilde’s “The Importance of Being Earnest”–this one just started, but so far it seems promising)
Green Gables Fables (Retelling of L.M. Montgomery’s “Anne of Green Gables”–been watching from the beginning and find it endearing)

There are a couple others I’ve glanced at but haven’t watched enough to know yet if I like them/ can recommend them.

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries/ The Lydia Bennet!!
Welcome to Sanditon
Emma Approved
The Autobiography of Jane Eyre