Another Friday where I am not in charge

The wind is howling in Idaho today. My wife’s Christmas flag outside lost another jingle bell.

The old pit bull has another ear infection, so I took him to the vet. He won the jackpot this time. It’s bacterial in one ear, and both bacterial and fungal in the other. Yay!

There’s $200 I didn’t need to part with at Christmas time. I told him he should feel blessed. I could get a whole new dog for less than that.

When I got home, I decided to spend a little time at the writing cabin. The crosswind on the landing strip was brutal.

Doubt* the Raven paced across my desktop. A dear friend provided me an extensive markup for Will ‘O the Wisp. I made a bit of progress, but am about to have company for the weekend.

I corrected several pages of punctuation. Doubt matched back and forth, clucking, “Ha ha ha, Ha ha ha.” He’s an asshole sometimes.

Iris**, the fairy wouldn’t come beyond the doorway. “I don’t trust that bird, and he’s bigger than me.”

“That’s fine. Where’s Roald? It’s getting pretty close to lunchtime.”

“He walked to the store. Said you were out of eggs. Wait, he said Out of eggs, by golly.”

“The store’s miles from here. What’s he need eggs for anyway?”

“He said, Mountain cow milk makes the best eggnog in the world. He learned about Christmas, and had me look stuff up for him. He wants to do something nice for you.”

“Lunch would be nice.”

“It just so happens he made you a big scrapple sandwich, and left it in the refrigerator.”

I swallowed hard. “Scrapple huh? Maybe I’ll just pick something up on the way home. I’m sure my company is almost here.”

Iris put her hands on her hips and leaned forward. “You need to eat that sandwich. Roald is really nice, and he made it for you. You can share it with the raven, but you’d better eat it.”

I shuffled off to the refrigerator, and found the sandwich behind a baggie of shrunken heads. “Do you have any idea what’s in this stuff?”

Iris smirked like she expected me to eat it anyway.

“Uncle boils down anything he gets into a gelatinous mass. It might have whale, carp, mutton, frogs, roadkill, unicorn, or God knows what in it.”

“Don’t be stupid. We don’t eat unicorns.”

All in all, I got about a sixth of my editing finished. Don’t laugh, it’s better than none. This doesn’t include my final pass over the whole story.

* Doubt is a gift from my Muse. He’s supposed to be helpful, but I haven’t really noticed it.

**Iris, Uncle, & Roald are characters from The Cock of the South. Iris is a fairy. Roald is a dwarven tribesman. Uncle is half dwarf and half human.

Advertisements

18 Comments

Filed under Muse, Writing

18 responses to “Another Friday where I am not in charge

  1. I really enjoyed this and the bit about your dog made me smile. We have a cat who has to take occasional visits to the vets and we know that we are going to have to part with at least Β£50 each time. I dread to think how many whole new cats we could have bought by now! πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  2. $200 would be a lovely change. Our Beagle had to have surgery – TWICE at a few thou a pop! If I hadn’t taken a loan from my retirement at the time because of my own surgery we’d have lost her.

    I think you should balance Doubt with a dose of Wil Wheaton’s Non-judgmental Ninja! Check it out here: http://wilwheaton.net/2014/12/the-continuing-adventures-of-non-judgmental-ninja/. Sorry, I can’t figure out how to actually make it a hyperlink but it should copy and paste.

    I’m thinking I’ll print out NJN and post it in my cubicle and near my home computer. I’ll take all the positive feedback I can get! πŸ™‚

    Like

  3. Don’t feel bad. Last time I took my dog to the vet it cost me $600.00 and they said nothing was wrong with him.

    Like

  4. Right. You can’t eat unicorns, because the glitter sticks in your teeth. So are you really going to make your own eggnog? Because if you do, I need to see the blog post about that! (I’ve still be waiting for Titchuba to reappear.) I’m glad the dog will be getting better. But that’s WAY too expensive! 😦 That’s why I started using the vet at the SPCA. That would have been about a $35 visit. Where’s the photos of the Christmas flag? πŸ™‚

    Like

  5. Which unicorn part? I hear the horn has some unusual properties. πŸ˜€

    Like

  6. Stop talking about eating unicorns! Radala Gaoithe is stamping with fury and ready to give you a taste of his horn… right through the guts! He’s the last of his kind, so he gets a bit sensitive over these things… He’s harrumphing over ‘stupid humans’, and an angry unicorn is not something to be taken lightly, believe me!

    Glad the doggie is healing. Dont you guys have pet insurance over there?

    Like

  7. lol @ “i could get a whole new dog for less than that.”

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s