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Mid-week roundup

Still really having to take it easy. We had some brief power flickers today because of storms, but fortunately no outage. I think Tom said there are about 75,000 in the area without power post-storm.

So far this week, I’ve watched this DVD I bought sometime last year, the reboot of Sex and The City, ten episodes total. The second season of this starts streaming tomorrow, I think, though I don’t have whatever it streams on, as far as I know. I’d rather wait until the next DVD drops. Waiting between episodes of something usually means I forget about it.

Also read this book by ‘Nathan Burgoine on my iPad. I hadn’t realized this was an addition to ‘Nathan’s Little Village series, all of which I have and either read or will read. It was interesting to find two of his stories that Tim and I edited for Cleis Press anthologies fit nicely into this collection, too. (It was also kind of him to mention Tim and me as the editors who gave him his first YES. He’s published a lot since those days!) I was happy my eyes were willing to read, and this was an engaging way to ease back into doing so.

I might have to wait a while to tackle this one, a 1971 offering from James Michener. It’s around 750 pages; that’s a lot of commitment. One of my characters needed something to read back in ’71, and I chose this for her. I figured I can’t know if it engages her unless I attempt it myself. (I know what I’m getting into, having read Michener in the past, though it’s been decades.) It was either this or one of the Russian writers, but the timing was good for this one, and I think the Russians might exhaust me. Will be reading this one in hardcover.

Still not writing the new last chapter for my own sixth novel in the Neverending Saga, but I’ve done a little revising on earlier chapters. Even eyes need to take baby steps.

Tiny Tuesday!

My post-op appointment with the ophthalmologist went well today. Healing appears to be on schedule, and I was given updated after-care instructions. I also was given a little kit that included these sunglasses.

For me, these were a game-changer on the ride home because of the tinted lenses on the sides and the ridge on the top edge for my peripheral vision. AT LAST all the motion, light, and shadows weren’t startling and overwhelming me. Anyone who’s been driving me (Tom, Lynne), who I kept telling, “It’s not you, it’s me!” it really wasn’t your driving.

Caveat for driving in Houston: It’s always good to anticipate the batshit shenanigans of bad drivers, as well as to avoid expressing your anger at other drivers in visible ways. Not every tale about Texas is a tall tale. 😲

World Bee Day!

If you’re on Instagram, you know that sometimes posts will appear in your feed from accounts you don’t follow. Somehow the app’s algorithm has determined the account might interest you. Last year, this happened to me with the account of a woman who lives in Eastern Tennessee in the Appalachian region. (This is also the region where I grew up in Alabama.) Her name is Carmen, and this is her website, which also provides the link to her Instagram account.

I don’t know what Instagram was “thinking,” but in this case, it worked! I’ve learned so much about bees that I find fascinating. When I was a child, a few doors down from us in post housing, another child around my age was named Honeybee, and her name and some of what I’ve learned about bees have found their way into the Neverending Saga.

Fortunately on World Bee Day and every day, Debby has created a part of our property that welcomes bees and butterflies. You know if these creatures depended on me for flora, they’d be disappointed. She and I were running errands the other day, and when stopped at a light, we spotted another Mini Mural I hadn’t seen before, this one on the corner of Hollister and Tidwell.

Jesse de Leon, Houston

It’s not a great shot with my iPhone, but I offer it today in honor of the bee, who does so much to provide beauty and food to our planet. You can learn more about the danger to bees, and how we can help them survive–because our survival is connected to theirs–at this website.

Photo Friday, No. 854

Current Photo Friday theme: Life

A hashtag I frequently use on Instagram is #artislife, and one of the things I love about Houston is the abundance of art: in museums, in galleries, in graffiti, on train cars that pass by, and in many varieties of public art. I haven’t been to a museum since 2019, so a lot of my art appreciation has become drive-by.

This was a day when traffic light timing gave me a chance to shoot with my phone. The artist is Joy Matheson, and she’s done several mini murals throughout Houston. NASA is such a big part of Houston’s history (how many times have you heard or said the line, “Houston, we have a problem?”).

Art is one of life’s gifts.

Wicked Cold Wednesday*

*As Timothy might say.


Delta, Eva Ruby, Anime

Moved work into the library so we could have a fire. (Jack is buried under covers on the office couch. It’s apparently one of his non-social days.) Since Tom is in the office and not working from home today, I’ve got the tunes (still in the “D”s) on the big sound system while I write. I’ll post the playlist when I stop for the night. One of today’s CDs I’d sing along to FULL VOICE (alone) in the car in 1992, going to and from the hospital to be Steve’s healthcare advocate. I needed a total escape, and it provided. Still love it, despite its connection to a tough time.

Have a good day, and stay warm or chill, wherever this finds you.

ETA: I’m about to save this chapter and shut down for the night. I always appreciate when I’ve made progress, and here are the “D” CDs that helped.


Miles Davis, Birth of the Cool. Pretty great to write to. Def Leppard, Retroactive. One of my favorite of the “hair” bands, and so much more to them than the hair. Loved their videos. Loved seeing them live. They’re still touring. Celine Dion, Falling Into You. I got this one because I needed the words to one of the songs used at John’s memorial service in 1996. One of his closest friends said “Fly” was the song he most thought of for John, and it is beautiful and sad and uplifting all at once. Dire Straits, On Every Street. This band’s sound always relaxes me. Clay DuBose, Rewriting History. Since members of Tom’s family are thanked in the liner notes of this, I’m certain it was a gift. It’s contemporary country, and another one that’s good to write to. Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits. I never get tired of Dylan and his influence over one of my characters is powerful. Bob Dylan, Love And Theft. I suspect this may have been a Tom purchase because I don’t know it well. I HAVE to replace more of my drowned Dylan albums with CD or vinyl, I don’t care. I just need to listen to them again. Various artists, Tangled Up in Blues: Songs of Bob Dylan. Released by the House of Blues label in 2002, as part of a series featuring 12 separate artists (e.g., Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin), and further subtitled “This Ain’t No Tribute.” Covers on this one are by Taj Mahal, Mavis Staples, Isaac Hayes, R.L. Burnside, Luther “Guitar Jr.” Johnson, John Hammond, James Solberg, Alvin “Youngblood” Hart, Leon Russell, The Holmes Brothers, Larry McCray, and The Band.

It was a long writing day in the Hall library.

Tiny Tuesday!

The weather got a little crazy in Houston today, but we’re okay here at Houndstooth Hall, Fox Den, and Fairy Cottage. I’ve heard there was tornado damage, but I tried not to stress out about it because the dogs pick that up. Instead, I stayed in cozy PJs all day while it stormed and wrote and rewrote and rewrote again the chapter that I just finished. I think I probably can’t write any more today, though I might edit a little after I cook and we eat dinner.


This is the wee boombox that now sits next to me while I write. I also picked up the kind of old-school headphones that I like and longed for after the previous boombox got unreliable.

I continue to think having music playing while I write is helping the process. Back in the earlier years of this century, when Tim and I wrote in the same room or at least one of the two homes on The Compound, he always had music playing. But for some reason, when I’d try to write alone, I didn’t want music. Maybe I overthought what I should listen to. Now that I’m just going alphabetically through the CD binders, no analyzing required.

These were today’s choices:


Patsy Cline, 12 Greatest Hits; Leonard Cohen, More Best of Leonard Cohen; and Paula Cole, This Fire.

Yesterday…


Front and back covers of B.B. King and Eric Clapton, Riding With the King; Eric Clapton, Reptile; Eric Clapton, Me and Mr. Johnson.

That was a cool selection because it set the mood for an entirely new character I introduced.

I have an anxiety-inducing phone call tomorrow afternoon. Another day to stay away from news and social media. Please send good vibes.