A little bit of memory

Last night, at Mark G. Harris’s request, we watched the video that Tim and I made on the Mississippi coast when we researched the area in 2004 for Three Fortunes in One Cookie. Those of you who’ve come to my LJ later may not know that our book was set in those coastal towns most impacted by Hurricane Katrina, and many of the places that dazzled us and beckoned the story of Phillip and the Godbee family out of our imaginations were destroyed just days before the novel’s release in 2005. I have not gone back to visit the coast in Mississippi because my online investigations were more than enough to break my heart.

Seeing the area–as it was–again, and seeing the charming little condo where we stayed, reminded me of the guest book we signed that May of 2004. Whoever owned our condo left the book for the perusal and signatures of those who passed through. That home on the shore is gone now, and most likely the guest book with it, including the comments of two writers who looked forward with optimism to using such a beautiful, interesting region as the story’s backdrop.

I suppose the reason I remember the guest book so particularly is because since 1998, I’ve maintained a guest book for the people who visit The Compound and stay in what was once called the Doll House and is now the TimLair. On each guest’s page, I include a photo from the visit and ask our visitor to fill out a card–not really to say thank you, although people do, because our friends and family have impeccable manners–but to give a little summary of what they enjoyed about the visit.

I got behind a couple of years ago but brought everything up to date just before Lisa and Mark got here. (Greg, since I didn’t torture you into filling out cards on your last two visits, I snagged comments off of your LJ–thank you for all the thoughtful things you always say).

Lisa and Mark graciously expressed their thoughts for inclusion in the book, and I’ve been going through photos to pick two to accompany their comments.

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FINALLY, less than a week away…

The lawyers have the signed non-disclosure agreements. The chauffeur is prepared to pick them up at the airport and blindfold them before driving them here. The photo rules (no visible address, no readable dogs’ tags, and no unphotoshopped Becky) have been negotiated and agreed to.

The Compounders will put forth a burst of effort to unpack the rest of the boxes and hang the art on the walls. And when all of that is done, mid-week next week, we will celebrate the arrival of these two clowns. Oh, David, don’t be afraid. I don’t mean clowns LITERALLY. Just two people who need to be rescued from gray skies and snow-covered landscapes, and who’ll be rescuing me from a hard start to a new year.

Can’t wait!!

Such sweetness at my feet

In the room formerly known as the “Home Office” and now known as the study/guest room, are two dog crates. Margot and Guinness love their crates and gladly sleep in them IF their people are nearby. But now that I’ve moved my office back to the Nook, where there isn’t room for crates, the dogs have conveyed that a Houston winter, mild though it may be, is not the best time for sleeping on a new ceramic tile floor.

A trip to Arne’s and now all is well:

I know…

…that I’m really reaching for something to be cheerful about, but these photos are for you, Rhonda. I figured after the whining I did to you last weekend, you’d be glad to know that I have… BOOKCASES!

They are unfinished oak, but I was in no mood to wait for them to be stained. I’m now down to about fifteen boxes from fifty-plus. The Compound will be more serene soon.

Rest in peace, Heath Ledger.

State of The Compound

Because the painters are here, I’ve lost my kitchen again. Everything’s taped over with paper and plastic, and we’re back to using the bathroom sink to clean dog bowls and such. We’re all shut off in one half of the house. I was writing on my laptop when I decided to check on the whereabouts of my quiet family.

they seem to be handling exile pretty well

Aaaiiiieeeeeee!

Still lurking around. Here are some Compound happenings.

Yesterday, Joe.My.Contractor. looked at this over the kitchen sink.

JMC: What’re you gonna do with THAT?

Me: What?

JMC: That…light.

Me: What do you mean?

JMC: That belongs in your garage, not in your kitchen.

Me: There’s usually a curtain hanging there that hides it from view.

JMC: If you don’t get a new light, I’m building something to cover that up.

Totally bullied, I called Tom to tell him we needed a new kitchen light. This involved Trip 2189 to Home Depot. Tom couldn’t care less and was willing to throw some basic globe up there. I wanted stained glass. He said that wouldn’t give us enough light. (Suddenly he cared.) We couldn’t agree. My back hurt. We left and picked up food. (I still have no kitchen.) When we got home, we had only appetizers in our carry-out bag. Tom called the restaurant. The manager? server? had been waiting for our call and personally delivered the food to The Compound. I love The Ambassador.

We ate. Then we did our Christmas decorating. Don’t be impressed. This is our Christmas decorating so far this year.

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