It's been a very dry spring on my island. We just barely missed making the Top 5 Dryest Springs Ever because we had a little stormlet two days before the official first day of summer. Then on the first day of summer, while I was driving back to town from Fort Worth, The Sky Didst Open and The Deluge Didst Pour Forth.
While I was on the highway. And I had to visit the little girls' room (so to speak). I'd've made it all the way home, except everybody slowed way down--because when the Sky Opens here, the Deluge Really Does Pour Forth, and the freeways tend to flood three or four inches deep. And when they flood, people hydroplane and crash into the other cars if they drive too fast. So it's a good thing that people slow down. But I had to get off the freeway and find a pit stop. Then I had to squeeze my way back amongst the cars driving slowly in the pouring rain, because it didn't show any signs of slowing. And it didn't. Rained all the way home. Rained me into the house. Stopped long enough for the fella to bring my stuff in the house without raining on everything. Then it started raining again.
Rained again today. Hard, but not terribly long--though it's still sorta sprinklish. We have friends in town, from our little Panhandle town, come to the beach. It will be fun to get to see them again, but there's a lot of cleaning up that has to be done. And grocery shopping. I did already get by the fish market... You know we have to serve boiled fresh shrimp to all our visitors.
This is going to be a VERY hectic week. Besides our visitors, our "bureau" at the paper is short one person, because she got slapped in the hospital before she keeled over, and they need me to put in extra hours, if I can, but there's a funeral I ought to go to (relative of a relative), and I'm taking Friday to head over to ApolloCon. There's a couple of other things too, that I may skip out on--or maybe not. Depends on how everything else goes. But I'm tired.
And I'm trying to pull together a partial of Old Spirits to send the editor. I think my chapters look pretty good. But I need to write a synopsis that makes sense. That's not going to happen this week. Not as crazy as life has gotten just now, but I'm thinking about it. Trying to figure out how to summarize stuff I've written, and sort of exactly what will happen in the parts I haven't written. I think I need to pull a big chunk of courtroom stuff out... of all the courtroom stuff, maybe. It's very loosey-goosey just now, and I know I'll need to tighten the heck out of it before it's done. But for now, I guess I'll go with it.
Going to read from New Blood at ApolloCon at my reading Friday night. Hope a few people will be there early enough to want to hear it. Have to print it out to be ready to read.
Here I have written this huge long blog post, and I haven't even mentioned the cool beach stuff. Like, beginning last Friday, when I went out to walk on the beach (sans Dolly), and the fish were WAY in shore. And of course, the pelicans and dolphins (and I even saw a skimmer, which was way cool) were inshore chowing down on them. I love to watch the brown pelicans fishing, because they're so cool about it. When the fish are thick, the pelicans will fly just ten or 12 feet above the water, and when they see a fish, the feet will drop like webbed landing gear, and BAM! They'll hit the water. They dive so fast, and there's always a splash--a big one, given the size of the birds. But it doesn't faze them--up they pop, maybe float a minute, and off they go, into another take-off to get ready for another dive. They can dive from as high as 50 feet without getting hurt, but given how murky the water often is, I wonder how they can see fish in it. Maybe that's why they fly lower. But then, I have seen them dive from way high up, so they must be able to spot them. It's so much fun to watch that drop--Bam! (er, splash?)
Today, I took Dolly back out again. She's really pretty good, but I think I'm letting her get into some bad habits. I think she figured out how to jump around in the surf while on the leash--she can run in circles and still run and jump. I think she watches for the bigger waves (still not very big, but she's short) so she can jump them and let them float her a second or two. There were all kinds of dead fish on the shore--some of them really big. I saw one that was a good 2 feet by 1 foot from dorsal to ventral. Big fish. I don't know if they just got stuck in the shallow water, or what, but... Lots of great big feathers from the pelicans too. Dolly couldn't figure out how to pick one of those up to carry it with her. There were big washes of broken shells that were still big enough to hurt my tootsies. And more sargasso, but not enough to make blankets. After the sargasso cometh the jellyfishes... Come on, seaweed! Keep coming. Don't want jellyfishes.
Since Catie has encouraged me to walk to Rivendell, I'm going to do it. I don't remember how far it is, but I've walked 6 miles on the way. According to the Eowyn Challenge, I have made it into Tookland. It's going to take me a Really Long Time to do this. At least the only thing I have to climb are the rock jetties, every half mile or so...
Words written--who knows? (I've typed in 92 pages--but I've written lots more than that)--I did write 20 pages last week.
Miles walked to Rivendell: 6