Soo Much to Do...
...so little time, I'm sure I must have used this blog title efore at least once, It seems to be the soundtrack of my life. There's an Alabama song (yes, I'm a country music fan. Deal with it)
"I'm in a hurry to get things done.
I rush and rush until life's no fun.
All I really gotta do is live and die,
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why."
So these past two weeks have been busy. We took the boy to get his procedure done. It's been a week and he's healing nicely and all's well that ends well.
I also finished a novel this week. One that has been giving me fits and that I even accidentally erased the entire climax of. Ooops. So I had to re-write. And I know, they say you re-write and it's stronger than the first draft. Who's to say, really. All I know is that it's done and it's about time to send it to the beta readers.
We transplanted a tree, today, too. Hopefully, that ends well, too. Time will tell.
The gardens are looking decent. I'd take pics to sow you, but of course it's Canada here, so everything's still brown and doesn't look like a whole lot, except for the crocuses, which are very purple. The nice thing is, there was brush to burn. That means a bon fire, which also means fire-roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. The first of the season.
Good times and good treats.
Seems like an impressive list.
You should see the list of things yet to do...
It starts with the fact that I've been in the garden all day, I'm exhasted, and Kriss and Cody are now nattering at me to finish their story. No doubt, they totally expect a sensitive, tender and hope-filled reunion complete with sweet kisses and not-so-sweet but oh-so-sexy make up sex.
"I'm in a hurry to get things done.
I rush and rush until life's no fun.
All I really gotta do is live and die,
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why."
So these past two weeks have been busy. We took the boy to get his procedure done. It's been a week and he's healing nicely and all's well that ends well.
I also finished a novel this week. One that has been giving me fits and that I even accidentally erased the entire climax of. Ooops. So I had to re-write. And I know, they say you re-write and it's stronger than the first draft. Who's to say, really. All I know is that it's done and it's about time to send it to the beta readers.
We transplanted a tree, today, too. Hopefully, that ends well, too. Time will tell.
The gardens are looking decent. I'd take pics to sow you, but of course it's Canada here, so everything's still brown and doesn't look like a whole lot, except for the crocuses, which are very purple. The nice thing is, there was brush to burn. That means a bon fire, which also means fire-roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. The first of the season.
Good times and good treats.
Seems like an impressive list.
You should see the list of things yet to do...
It starts with the fact that I've been in the garden all day, I'm exhasted, and Kriss and Cody are now nattering at me to finish their story. No doubt, they totally expect a sensitive, tender and hope-filled reunion complete with sweet kisses and not-so-sweet but oh-so-sexy make up sex.