Weather in the Tries: We will have mostly sunny days, with the highs ranging from 79 to 87. The good news is, it is cooling, and the last couple of mornings, on the early walk with the Big Chihuahua, it actually felt a bit like Fall is knocking at our door.
The bad news is, when Fall falls, so do the dried zombie leaves who attack small dogs to eat puppy brains.
I dated a guy back a few years, and at lunch one day, he asked me what my favorite season is. I had to think on that a minute or two, and then I answered, “Whatever season I’m in.” Too much of a good thing isn’t all that great—but I do, truly, like all the seasons. And think it marvelous that I live someplace where I get all four of them!
I have finished my chapbook, Saying Goodbye to Thomas. I had planned on waiting a bit to do that, but one of the publishers I wanted to send it to was closing the door to submissions, so…
A great big Humongous Thank You to those of you who read or are still reading. I can make changes/corrections and or additions to it right up until the contract is signed.
A follow-up on last week’s introduction to the OP’s mug shot. There have been several bits seen or heard here and there, that the Sheriff of Fulton County needs money, lots of it. AND FULTON COUNTY OWNS THE MUG SHOT OF THE OP! I wonder if Fani Willis will add a new charge to the indictment—infringing on copyright. I wonder if the County can claim all the money already raked in from the sale of the merch? As well as what comes in later? Stay tuned. It ought to get even more interesting.
I received my Jury Summons a couple weeks ago. Called the jury hotline and I get to stay home this week. Need to call in on Friday to determine about next week. I’ve been called four or five times, but never seated on a petite jury. One time, a week after receiving my summons I got a registered letter from the County telling me to disregard the earlier summons that I was on the next Grand Jury! That was fun. We didn’t have to decide the guilt or innocence, just let the DA know whether he had enough ham for the sandwich.
I am feeling better, I’m submitting work. Wrote a funny poem about my pup and submitted it to a contest. Sent a funny 200 word short story to a magazine, and have submitted Saying Goodbye to Thomas to two possible markets, and have written a third market. The third one is not open to unsolicited manuscripts, but they published one of Thomas’s books, so I thought they might be interested in at least reading mine. We’ll see.
Speaking of Labor Day, my stepmother went into labor and had my sister on Labor Day. Not this labor day, one a few years back 😉
And I take my first Death Doula class on September 11th. How’s that for irony? Every Mon & Wed, for 2.5 hours for 8 weeks. That’s one of my many gifts from Thomas. A way to help others. A doula is a midwife. I imagine we’re all familiar with the Birth Doulas, well, I want to help people at the end of their life. Help them, and their families to have/witness a good death.
Here are two photos I took while with Thomas. The black and white one is of a hazel tree. I wrote a poem about it raining even when it wasn’t. The flicker at the suet feeder was quite the ham. She (Thomas said she was a she) seemed to enjoy posing for Thomas. Have way too many shots of the suet feeder and birds and squirrels arguing over it. The suet feeder was right outside Thomas’s window. The Hazel tree was at the edge of the lawn, also out his window.
Have a marvelous week. The Brave Dog says to eat your Wheaties so you can help defend small dogs everywhere from the soon to be expected invasion of dried zombie leaves that love to attack and devour puppy brains. Sammy says puppies need their brains so they can protect their humans. Wait. What?
