She Whose Advice Must Be Heeded (as my buddy at State Farm, John, would say: “I have a name for that. Mother.”) was at The Compound last night and told me that the sleighbells needed more color. Better?
Home improvements without fumes
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Snoozing away a gray day
More decorations
These photos aren’t really large enough to give the best visual, and I colored out the rooms behind the doorways so there’d be less distractions. Every year, our friend Lynne gives Hallmark ornaments to Tom and me. The 18 ornaments on his garland are Star Trek. When I plug in the strand of lights they’re connected to, various characters (Janeway, Spock, Kirk) all speak at once. Some of the ships also do various flashing things. My 22 ornaments are Barbie. They just hang out and look pretty, like Barbie is supposed to.
A tiny house needs a tiny tree
Like this one, on my dining room table. A former employer gave everyone dated silver sleighbells each year for the holidays. On Christmas of the year I was laid off, Amy gave me hers (1996), and after a couple of years, I began ordering my own.
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Survivor Finale!
Tonight we forced invited the players on our Survivor Fantasy Tribe to watch the finale with us. We were all happy about the winner, but we were missing one of our players. Steve, in honor of you, I set a place at the table with your favorite beverage, and I even handed over the immunity necklace Rhonda and Lindsey made. Of course, after the photo, I took back the necklace. I didn’t want to be voted off! There was pizza and ice cream.
There is still pizza (thanks, Tom) and ice cream (thanks, Rhonda and Lindsey). It was a great finish to an excellent Survivor season.
Solitary confinement
Candles are lit. Aromas of Wyndmere’s “Refreshing” and “Mentally Sharp” essential oil blends are wafting from the fountain. Music is playing. Tim is in his apartment, painting, and dogs and Tom are snoozing.
After two hours, I have two new paragraphs. ARGH. I will finish this chapter before I close my eyes tonight. I know so much of what comes next, but I’ve struggled to get there. It’s very different writing alone. If this were a TJB novel, or a Lambert & Cochrane collaboration, I could talk it out with Tim or Jim (or Timmy, in days of yore).
I know that sooner or later, everything will start clicking. But I’m an Aries, so I want it to be sooner.
You can probably guess the tune
Two dogs in motion
One dog a’leaping
Because Tim’s coming in the back door.
Confidential to Todd
In those photos you asked about, Margot is set against dirt that used to be grass. We have had a grass crisis at The Compound over the last couple of years.
Guinness is behind elephant ears and Mexican heather.
And behind Greta is a salvia known as “Forest Fire” and what may be a corn plant, if there is such a thing.
Wednesday’s Watchers
In the early morning, while River and Tim sleep, The Compound is well-protected by their sentinels.
Margot
Guinness
Greta
Competition
A guest is staying at The Compound during the Thanksgiving holidays. COMPETITION! Not for the dogs, because they know she’s the Grande Dame and leave her alone. We’ll just see who’s older and crankier: me…or Greta.
