Now that National Novel Writing Month is almost over, I wonder if any of my friends participated and how they did.
I, of course, don’t even have time to write short emails. However, every night before I go to sleep, I write scenes in my head between two of my favorite characters. Usually that helps me drift off, but there are the nights that the scenes interest me so much that I may as well be up writing; I’m certainly not falling asleep.
But staying up all night writing would wreck my health and mess with my day job, which I happen to love. So…
At least I hope my friends and favorite writers are finding time to create, and it sounds as if some are. I wish you much success!
This is Lynne’s. A lot of her plants are at Houndstooth Hall for a while. I hope Debby can save them from my neglect. I am not a very good friend to plants, sadly.
Lynne’s birthday is not until Monday, but since we were all together on Friday, we decided to go out to dinner. The restaurant allowed me to bring the cake I baked and even held it in the cooler until we were ready to surprise her with it. Or we tried to surprise her, but it was an adult who shall remain nameless, not the nine-year-old, who blurted out the surprise. Said nine-year-old was too busy making me laugh.
Fortunately even without the surprise factor, the cake was a success.
Current Photo Friday theme: Leaves
No fall colors here in the subtropics.
As you may remember, this is my favorite holiday and the meal I most love to cook. This year we couldn’t really entertain since our house is still in post-flood stage. And even though Lynne has sold her house and most of it is packed away, she still hosted Tom, Debby, Tim, and me along with Jess, Laura, and her grandchildren Lila and Isaac.
I provided a hen and dressing along with cranberry sauce and gravy.
Debby cooked field peas, green beans, and a pan of brownies.
Lynne set out a feast: two kinds of sweet potato casseroles, a Cajun fried turkey, corn, potatoes au gratin, mashed potatoes, cucumbers and cherry tomatoes. She also had pumpkin pie, apple pie, and chocolate chip cookies.
Wishing a happy Thanksgiving to all those in or from the US, and just a day of thanks for all my friends in other countries. I’m certainly grateful for my friends, family, and the many good things in my life. No silly flood can take that away.
These lunatics keep me going on transport days.
Angela and Ashley, RPM’s Foster Coordinators
Debby and Gail, from the “volunteer” end of the table. As they constantly remind me, volunteers can’t be fired.
You would never know by how goofy they act that these are some of the hardest-working, most grounded and inspirational people in the world.
This is Mauricio with the puppy Hitchcock. Mauricio is the Foster and Rescue Coordinator at the city shelter, BARC. I say he is my rudder because he always steers me in the right direction.
He is the go-to person at BARC for so many of the things that make RPM run and run smoothly. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
Mauricio is funny, talented, and has a true understanding of animals’ personalities and needs. Sometimes he drives for RPM, and when he does, he takes amazing photos from the road. He loves his family and art. I feel so lucky that RPM brought him into my life. He’s one of my heroes.
I told Tim I wanted to go into his apartment and photograph something that proved he was back home and he was all suspicious and said like what and I said I don’t know, anything, please, and he said okay. So I photographed these beautiful chests of drawers that replaced the ones that were drowned in the flood and that had once belonged to my parents and I’m sure that makes some people feel sad because after all, it was my late mother’s furniture but I just can’t hang on to all that and anyway, these are beautiful and have metal legs that keep them off the floor which I think you’re going to start seeing as the theme of replacement furniture in all the Houndstooth Hall dwellings.
Then I was going to let Penny help me take a photo of Tim’s groovy new coffee table that also has metal legs but something distracted me and when I later told Jim about the distraction he said Robert Pattinson, is he even a thing anymore, and I said I have the choice of living in a world of mythical vampires or a world of Trump which should I choose and he said point taken.
Tonight there was a booksigning and gathering for fans of Dudley, the dog who’s the writer of The Dudley Files for Cary Robinson. At least that’s who Cary says writes this series. I think maybe he’s being modest, the same way he’d be if he knew I was praising him for all he does for Houston’s Homeless Animals. He is a hero for the voiceless, and many is the dog I’ve photographed on transport day because Cary became a passionate advocate for his or her rescue. Tom volunteers with him at BARC, and that only scratches the surface of all the time Cary donates to shelters and rescue organizations. Dudley contributes, too, from the sale of his books.
I was really disappointed that I didn’t get to attend this event, but I’m doing some software training this week that’s kicking my butt. Eventually, it will make my job more efficient and maybe even allow me some free time other than in the middle of the night when actually, I’d just as soon sleep.
Tom was able to go and brought home the third book of The Dudley Files, SOUL HEELER, so I’m about to curl up and enjoy some reading time before I fall asleep.
Yesterday Tom and I were finally able to meet this fantastic girl, Pepper.
Pepper will be making the lives of moms Rhonda and Lindsey amazing. The rest of us are fortunate to welcome her to the family, too; a rescue dog and bundle of sweetness, intelligence, and playfulness.
Happy tails, Miss Pepper!