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My Cinco de Mayo

Even though I’m not submitting a photo to Flickr’s May 5 challenge, I did document my day in photos. Aren’t writers supposed to be slightly insane and have a bunch of crazy adventures to write about later? Because that is so not my life. And oddly, I’m okay with that. I can take placid days like this forever.

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Stormy Weather

My sister’s flight was delayed an hour and a half yesterday because of bad weather. This morning, I was awakened during a fierce thunderstorm by a trembling dog trying to get as close to me as she could. I pulled the covers over her and fell back to sleep. When I woke up, she was gone, so I figured the weather had gotten better.

Then I walked into my sister’s room and found this unhappy face staring at a cruel world from beneath the covers just as another storm rolled in.

I’ll bet that over at Tim’s, Rex is equally unhappy.

Full Worm Moon

I have a crush on the moon. Full, crescent, high, low, white, red–doesn’t matter to me. I love the moon. I really wished I could have seen the full moon total lunar eclipse on Saturday night, but it was over by the time the moon rose in our Texas sky.

From space.com, some full moon lore:

In this month the ground softens and the earthworm casts reappear, inviting the return of the robins. The more northern tribes knew this as the Full Crow Moon, when the cawing of crows signals the end of winter, or the Full Crust Moon because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees, is another variation.

I was too tired and cold to get a really good shot of March’s Full Worm Moon the way it looked over the TimLair. But doesn’t it make you wonder if the Timpire was out and about, his faithful companion Rexford at his side, the two of them on the hunt for…who knows what…

Not really Hobbitses

Yesterday after Tom’s usual Saturday morning with AFH’s Stone Soup, we met the Disgruntled Liberals Club for brunch at The Hobbit Cafe, which at its former location was called The Hobbit Hole. This was my first time at the new place (“new” to me only, as it moved years ago), and the food is still excellent. The company included some of my very favorite people in the world. Only Don, our Founder, was absent. This is always the case when I have my camera. I threatened to photoshop him in to our group picture, but the best photo I have of him is in his cap and gown when he got his doctorate. Robin thought that would be appropriate, but I’m holding out. I truly believe that one day we’ll all be together at the same place at the same time when a camera is present.

Robin surprised us with this:
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Keep it up, mockers

You ever just sit back, put up your feet, and enjoy watching people mock your fear of scary movies? Or maybe theirs is an act of compassion. By taking my fear to a humorous extreme, they will rob it of its energy to frighten me… Yeah, that’s it. They’re all GIVERS! Selfless, considerate, thoughtful…

I do have the best friends in the world, which will be the subject of future posts. Like the one wherein I talk about How I Got to Know My Writing Partners Online and maybe also How the Compound Works (though I’m not sure I understand that question, Steve). Or I may first discuss My Theory of Evolution or Some Random Childhood Memory for Todd.

Meanwhile, speaking of friends…

YESTERDAY’s coffee cup, in this photo that I never had the opportunity to post, is one I don’t think I’ve featured before. It was a gift from Sweet Li’l Amy Sue (who some of you may remember is the former Rex-Tender) sometime back in the early to mid-nineties. The cup was designed by and proceeds from sales were contributed to DIFFA, which is the acronym for The Design Industries Foundation Fighting AIDS. It has long been the coffee cup I reach for most often.

In the photo, you can also see the little V-card that Tom made for me and put in front of my computer monitor for me to find when I awoke. Because in this house, if you want me to see anything? The best place for it is near the computer.

Denece treated me to lunch yesterday. We met at the Galleria. There are many, many places to park at the Galleria. There are several four- or five-story garages and also several underground garages. They are located in the vicinity of different anchor stores. I usually park near Nordstrom, but yesterday I tried a different garage. With my usual ability to step out of my car and go in the exact opposite direction of the one I should take, I ended up in the bowels of the Westin Galleria. If you should ever be a guest of this hotel (as Keelie’s grandmother was in A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS), rest assured: No one gets past the security guard of what is probably the employee entrance.

Once I found my way to Denece, we had a wonderful six-hour visit at the restaurant. (We go between the lunch and dinner rush and we’re always generous with the waitstaff, who let us take a table for the entire afternoon.) Denece always gives me so many things to think about, including insights into the complexities of human relationships as well as the wonderful world of animals (I daresay no layperson knows more about every dog breed than Denece). Plus I got to tell her one of my dirty little secrets. (HA HA HA!) We also made a little trip to Borders, where I ran into the manager, J., and got to thank him personally and hug him for his attention to A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS. He said he just ordered more copies of all the TJB books because he’s building up the stock of the GLBT section. He’s the best.

I have to mop the floors now and ponder my next post, which I may title Gone With The Exorcist, my being a SAP* and all.

*Southern American Princess