Oops moment made good

I handle the bill paying stuff for the Hall, and I’m usually pretty good at it. But for some reason, I overpaid one of our credit cards (better than not paying, but still), so I had a big credit. At the same time, there was a sale on something I wanted–a luxury item, not really needed, but what we need is usually food or prescriptions, which I don’t buy with a credit card or online, and whatever. We’re living in a pandemic so I bought something I didn’t need but wanted. Miraculously, with the delays in everything I’ve tried to have shipped to me, it arrived today.

I’ve gone back to coloring lately during breaks from writing. These were a much needed mood boost because of a bad event that’s been weighing heavily on me and which I won’t trivialize by making it part of this post.

Transport Thursday


Meet handsome Dallas. He actually caught his ride to a forever home in Colorado on Tuesday. I’m choosing to feature him because he’ll be the last transport dog I photograph for the foreseeable future.

Our volunteer coordinator has been trying to assemble a volunteer photo team to take over this task. While that is not fully in place, and normally I would never step away from a function without a replacement, I’m following the guidelines of the CDC and physicians to social distance and, at least for now, to self-quarantine.

I have four chronic auto-immune conditions. These and my age place me in a high-risk group for COVID-19. I’m doing all I can do for myself within my home to hopefully remain in good health. Because at this early stage, people are still confused about risks and are going about their daily lives because they aren’t sick and aren’t infected–or don’t think they are–it’s my responsibility to protect myself. Every transport, I come in contact with dozens of people. It’s hay fever season. It feels like everyone is sneezing and coughing, and that understandably makes people like me nervous.

I’m very fortunate in that my work for the rescue has always been from my home office. It’s the most logical way for me to work because my hours are weird and subject to change, but about 90 percent outside of normal business hours. I can work as usual. I’ll just miss seeing the animals, my fellow staffers, and all the amazing volunteers who inspire me. It won’t be forever. It’s just a pause in social interaction.

In addition to my rescue work, I’m in the process of working on the second novel in my series. Honestly, currently, not so much. I have to be in a certain mental space to write. Right now, my mental real estate is being used by a crazy mess of mood swings, anxieties, and information seeking. To counter all that, I’m talking to friends on the phone (Denece, if you only knew the number of times I’ve cracked up thinking of your first battle with the lizard I now call “Jim Morrison”–you are such a storyteller!), listening to music, a little painting (a very angry one), and reading.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE–this is the time to find ways to support the musicians, writers, and other artists you love. Bands and solo artists are likely unable to perform right now. Authors may not be able to promote their books at signings and conferences. Art festivals and exhibits may be cancelled. So many creative people already live close to the margins. Download their music–or mail order CDs and albums through your local music stores. Order books through your local bookstores, both online and mail order. That way you support small businesses and musicians and authors! BUY ART from people’s websites! There are also jewelry makers, knitters, and dozens of other craftspeople and artists who give us so much. Give a little back if you are able. And you can also share on your social media sites what music and books you’re loving, what series or movies you’re watching and enjoying–almost everything I buy to read or view comes from who I read about or what is recommended to me via social media. Word-of-mouth is vital to all creators.

Please take care of yourselves. Don’t listen to misinformation. Listen to scientists and medical professionals, and choose those voices wisely.

LOVE, so much love, to you all.

Stitchy Woman

These are wonderful pieces sent by cross-stitching Marika to Tom and Tim at Christmas. Thought she’d like to see them in their natural habitat.

Adding to Tom’s Star Trek collection:

They hang in the office over the Magic Cow:

Closer up, you can see how playful they are:

On Christmas Day, Tim and his new friend peek over the pile o’gifts.

And here’s a look at this distinguished guy inside the Fox Den.

They loved their gifts, Marika! Thank you so much.

Tiny Tuesday!

Recently I had reason to grab some of my Monster High dolls for photos. I MISS THEM. They used to be on shelves in the office, but post-Harvey, they are packed safely away. I need to bring them out more often for some playfulness.

First, I found this little cart when I was Christmas shopping and it perfectly illustrates why I shouldn’t shop. It has no function whatsoever but I wanted it for the dolls. So…


I posted it on Instagram and suggested people give me names for a young monster romance with this as its cover. Romantic comedy would be as good, though, if you’re more into movies than books.

I work with a man named Luis who I discovered is a gifted artist. When we talked about art, and he found out I like pen and inks, he made a gift of this to me. SO NICE!


(On Instagram if you want to check out more of his work: https://www.instagram.com/datboij0k3r/)

Little Dead Riding Wolf wants to move in NOW. Definitely beats a bin in the closet.

Apple Corps

I decided to reach into one of my two 45s cases, eyes closed, and pull a random record. Of course it ended up like this, and I don’t even have that many Beatles records.


Two great songs by George Harrison (“My Sweet Lord” and “Isn’t It a Pity”), the first of which landed him in a lawsuit (and because of which he later wrote “This Song”).

I’m in the middle of reading a Paul McCartney biography and I didn’t realize before that the Apple logo was absolutely a result of Sir Paul being introduced to the work of artist Rene Magritte in the 1960s. Art inspiring more art always makes me happy.

But it can be very hard to know what we absorb subconsciously–creative people are sponges and over years and years of hearing, reading, and seeing other creatives’ works, it can be hard to untangle what is homage, coincidental, and plagiarism/theft. I get frustrated a lot when I write and then I see a movie I’ve never seen that has features so much like what I’ve written–but my writing pre-dated the movie.

Tim always reminds me that there’s nothing new under the sun.