Thursday Notes: #11
The State of Things
The pond is very pretty today, all reflective in the autumn sunshine. I caught a quiet moment between fish-jumps; we have a mysterious school of black fish who have suddenly taken up residence. Being black, they are hard to see and impossible to photograph…we’re hoping that also means they’ll be a bit safer from predators.
As you may know, there was a school of lovely koi when we moved here. And then there was a river otter; and then there were no koi.
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This will be a short note today, because Life has Interrupted. And also because MailerLite has rolled out a new interface, far less easy to understand than the last one, with (seemingly?) far fewer options…so I get this one long block of centered text underneath one and only one photo. I think. I can’t quite figure it out.
{You may imagine, here, a long, articulate, and hilariously entertaining screed on the nature of “progress” and “improvements” purported to make our lives “easier” which only bog us down and confuse us…and furthermore, get off my lawn!}
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Actually it’s been a pretty good week. I’m still feeling a bit sludgy, but more writing has happened; I have enough freelance work to feel safe but not so much to feel swamped; the weather has been really pleasant, and we’ve even had some time to sit outside and enjoy life here. I got some free filing cabinets, which led to a complete office makeover (and a sore back, oh well). All the ACX codes I had got snapped up, and people are downloading the book. And I got some news which I cannot share yet, but that (if it really comes to pass) is pretty exciting, and will have ramifications for both of us in the coming year.
You may not hear from me next week. On Thursday, we’ll already be on the road heading for Mom’s memorial service down in California. But if that “teaser” news becomes reality, I’ll schedule a newsletter in advance so that you can hear it first!
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Oh, one question: Not that we have any time for this right now, ha-ha, but…should I be thinking seriously about a “city folk move to an island and have a series of amusing adventures” type of memoir? It’s been suggested, more than once; and Mark and I certainly do have enough stories to fill a book and then some! Is there a market for such books these days, do you think? It would be fun to write.
And that’s all for now! Until next time, thank you, as always, for reading!