At least summer break. The kids are out of school, and my extra has gone to spend some time with her sisters. The old man is gone for a couple weeks with the military and I’m hoping to get lots done in between trips to the swimming pool and getting the trailer ready for our next trip.
I’ve got a list of projects to work on and an announcement coming soon. Stay tuned!
Tuesday was better, it was warmer and the wind blew, not enough to be miserable but enough to help the roads dry out some. There were a few sleet storms in the afternoon,but nothing accumulating.
Wednesday was pretty dry, the wind blew enough to dry out the roads a little more. The old man took the kidlets fishing, and they brought back a few, not a huge catch but respectable. We built a fire, cooked had s’mores and it was a good day. I got a lot of work done.
Thursday we decided to head home. The old man got up and took the brats fishing.. I packed up most of camp, got some writing and more editing done… packed up more of camp… They came back with the family record of fish..he was 19.5” long trout (rainbow I think but don’t quote me..here’s a pic.)
We didn’t have a scale to weigh it before it was cleaned and beheaded… but without a head and guts it weighted 2lbs exactly. We figure pre-cleaning it was at least 3lbs. The 9yo was thrilled… the 40 was over the moon. The 13yo was tickled (officially the 9yo caught it, it was his pole, but he couldn’t reel fast enough to land it, his dad had to help.)
So we headed down off the mountain and I went to Tucson. I had to pick up the older girls and work on Saturday… So we spent part of Friday in the pool, it was a great way to kick back and relax. Saturday evening I came home. I was glad to sleep in my own bed. I needed it.
So we reached the camping area at about 5am on Friday morning. Hubby was disappointed to find that many of the campsites were taken, and the ones that weren’t were close to others. We finally found one that was moderately away from others and set up camp.. He left with the kids to go fishing at about nine. At which time I promptly laid on my bed, under the cover of two sleeping bags, and took a nap. I’d been up all night long without even a short nap and I was exhausted.
They come back from fishing at about two, and we started food and camp life, the whole time making a list of things that needed replacing or had been forgotten and Friday afternoon I made a trip into town with one child to get those things (one of the most important things was eggs. I have no clue how I managed to forget eggs, but living a week without them was out of the question for me)
Anyway, I made the trip with one of the kids (we only have 2 on this trip, left the two oldest with my mother so they could continue school work and not make the rest of us miserable. We got back after dark, at which time it was decided that we weren’t going to build a fire to cook dinner and instead made it inside.
Saturday, the old man took the kids fishing once again. Once they left I cleaned up and got some work done before my laptop battery died.. they came back, gathered firewood and we had dinner and smores before we came inside and played blackjack with the kids.
Sunday morning we got up to about six inches of snow on the ground. Since it was likely close to 100 degrees at home, this was a bit of a surprise for me… but the kids loved it. They bundled up and went out to play in it… ended up building a snow man that was taller than their father (he helped.) The battery on the trailer started getting low so I asked the old man to start the generator so we could charge it… and he comes back in. The spark plug wire on the generator broke. Not ideal. We talked about it a while, thought about it longer and in the end, he sent me into town to see about getting a new one.
I made the trip, with snow falling most of the trip, and sometimes sticking even to the road. I got a new generator, and a few other things I had put together on a list, and came back. the trip back was a bit more harrowing. The snow had been falling the entire time and sticking for most of it… There were more than a few miles where I crept along at about 25 miles an hour using the delineator posts as a guide to stay on the road. Mind you, we don’t have 4 wheel drive or snow tires. I did make it back, thinking the whole time that I couldn’t turn around and go back to town, because I would be leaving a kid and the old man here with no power and no heat but a fire (There are plenty of blankets and sleeping bags in the trailer, they wouldn’t have frozen but I kind of felt like they would.)
Monday was a little better. The sun came out and melted off most of the snow. We’re still worried about getting the trailer out come Thursday, but we’re hoping there’s no more rain/snow and it dries up enough to get it out to the paved road (about 2 miles.) Once it’s on pavement it will be nothing huge, but until then, we’re iffy… There are some other fishermen and some hunters around (tail end of bear season as well as spring turkey) who have 4-wheel drive. We may end up befriending one of them and asking the to help get the trailer out. We’ll see what the next few days brings.
In the mean time, I’m still working my way through the Anne of Green Gables books as well as working on the next WMC book. It seems fitting to work on them while up here (very near to the setting of them…) though I can’t limit it to only when we’re here or each book would take years! I’m also working on another story I have in progress. They are both going well so far.
I’ve spent the last three days franticly trying to get ready for a week long camping trip. I had nothing done when Hubby decided on Sunday night that we need to leave Thursday afternoon.
I’m mostly done now, with a list firmly completed for the things I’ve not yet managed to complete… In my free moments during the day I’ve been working on the final revision of Choosing Happiness (which is now available for Pre order, check your favorite retailer!) and in the evenings I’ve been slowly working my way through Anne of the Island. (I was driven to re-read them by word of the death of Jonathan Crombie, who played Gilbert in all the mini-series. He was my first real crush and I still love him in so many ways. Anyway, I started in the beginning with Anne of Green Gables on Friday, finished it the same day, read Anne of Avonlea on Saturday… then panic struck.) I’ll take the rest of them with me so I can finish them while we’re gone… I’m also working a little at a time on my two projects… I’m really liking the stuck on one switch to the other method.
I’ll try to make a trip to town and update you all on how things are going… Meanwhile, what’s up in your world?
Here it is, you’ve waited a month to get a look at it… Are you ready?
Remember, release date is July 21, you should be able to pre order by the end of April. I’ll let you know when that’s available.
So, I didn’t get home from last weekend until Tuesday morning. I’m used to coming in on Sunday night but due to the previously mentioned death in the family, I spent Sunday night in Tucson so I could travel 3 hours in the opposite direction from home and attend the funeral. It wasn’t all that late when I got back to Tucson, not even 7pm, but I was emotionally exhausted so I stayed one more night and headed home the next morning.
The kids were on spring break, I had no reason I needed to be home before 1pm on Tuesday for writing group… It was fine… Well, that spring break thing is what kicked my butt.
I cruised along, everything fine… then on Thursday I realized it was Thursday, not Sunday or Monday (the old man was working but the kids were home and I had none of the usual routine to kick my butt in gear.) I hit a mild state of panic trying to get everything done, Easter shopping and making sure the family has food for the time I’ll be gone this weekend (just Friday evening and Saturday this week, no racing on Easter Sunday.)
So what made it feel so long? Partly the funeral. There was a LOT of time in the car, which is both good and bad, I tend to find myself thinking about characters and story, sometimes to the point that I realize all of a sudden I have no memory of the last 50 miles.
The funeral itself was draining. All of them are, but more so when the deceased in young. My cousin was only 22 when he was taken from us suddenly. This only leads to more.
Then there was that panic of trying to make sure everything that had to get done before my weekend was done so I can do what I need to do without worrying about the rest of the family.
Either way, it’s the weekend now and I’ve settled in. I’ll be hitting the racetrack in a couple hours. I love the track, there are so many characters to watch and draw from.
How was your week?