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Trickling down…

My daughter left for Sun Valley yesterday. All the others decided to go to town. I get it, Elko is a small town and Boise has a bigger selection of things. I helped my daughter load up, then she decided to stay and chat a while.

While loading, we decided to run my trap line. I finally caught up with the little bastard that’s invaded my home.

Gotcha

We’ve lived here for 20 years and never had a mouse. My wife decided to pick up some newfangled Bloomingdales traps. I must have caught thousands of them with the old fashioned Victor Mouse Traps. These new ones went off multiple times, without catching the little bugger. I don’t think it would have taken this long with better equipment.

I kind of thought I’d sneak some reading or writing time in, but my daughter stayed two hours. I really don’t mind. One-on-one with my daughter for a couple hours was kind of a treat.

The in-laws left about two hours ago, with their two small dogs. We had a good visit, and even tried a new restaurant last night. It made for a wonderful evening.

Funny how people with a refrigerator overflowing with leftovers will go to a restaurant. We wouldn’t have, but it was a family visit kind of thing. We likely don’t have to do any shopping this week.

Opie, the dog, is the only one left. My son and his family got home about 2:00 AM. They said they’d come get him first thing this morning. It’s 11:30 already, so they kind of missed that appointment.

I don’t mind. Opie is a good boy and my dogs had a lot of fun with him.

I paid the bills this morning, and it’s about time to dig in for the remainder of the weekend.

I started reading a novel yesterday. My visit limited me to one chapter, but I started it. I may work on that sometime this afternoon.

If you had a holiday, I hope you had a wonderful one. If not, I hope you had a great weekend.

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Redneck Thanksgiving

Meet Opie.

He is my son’s dog. My oldest is having one of those Thanksgivings where he had to go to the in-laws’ s house. Opie doesn’t do well at the boarding kennel, and none of them really do. Guess where he is spending his Thanksgiving.

He’s well mannered and trained, unlike my heathens. He plays ball like a pro, and is not allowed on the furniture.

Don’t tell my son, but he might be developing some bad habits.

This morning, he was feeling kind of lonely and neglected. He decided to crawl up with Otto and I before I went to work.

That’s Otto’s big butt off to the left. I’m surprised I didn’t have Frankie up here, too. She elected to go to her little Frankie bed instead.

The footstool doesn’t qualify as furniture, does it? I don’t think he’s being bad at all.

Tomorrow, my in-laws will be here, and they travel with two small dogs. My daughter is also coming, but I don’t think she’s bringing her cat. We’re all set up for a regular redneck holiday.

Winter storms are abundant, so I hope everyone is careful. I’d rather have them stay home than have an accident. My oldest and his family went to California. (Donner Summit is closed right now. Hope they can avoid a Donner Party Thanksgiving.) The in-laws are coming across the high Nevada desert, and my daughter has to come from Sun Valley.

Whatever your plans are, I hope you stay safe and warm. Enjoy family, good food, and even the dogs if you have that kind of family.

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Could have been worse…

Maybe this is an age thing, but I think I’ve always loved definitive answers. Even back in my younger days, I thought “no” was a great answer, because it allowed me to forge ahead. It’s that hemming and hawing that drives me crazy.

Maybe this is why I hated the submission process when I was trying to attract traditional publishers. The old, “No response means no” thing does not work for me. No is fine, but tell me that so I can move on.

Today it is about something very different, but I find myself in the same circumstance. To explain it, this photo will help.

That’s a picture of Frankie’s right wrist. I spotted the lump a month ago. Then I did some research. This is what bone cancer looks like, only it isn’t. Bone cancer is one of the worst things that can happen to a dog. They amputate, then the dog fades slowly, and dies anyway.

When we took Otto for his vaccinations, I showed this to Dr. Sessions. She felt it, and asked some questions. She did not think it would turn out to be bone cancer, but thought she should X-ray it to be sure.

Her positive thoughts were that Frankie is only two. She’s extremely active, and bone cancer hurts.

We decided we will not put Frankie through all that. Bulldogs don’t do well on three legs like other dogs can. If she’s happy, we’d let her be happy as long as possible.

We’re not wealthy by a long shot, so we have to budget for these things. We scrimped this pay period so we could get this done. Whatever it is, it is not bone related. This thing is hard as a rock, but has nothing to do with the bone.

I looked at the images myself, and there isn’t even a shadow of a cyst, tumor, or anything. A smart blogger would have had an X-ray image for you.

She wants us to biopsy it anyway. The idea was to watch it for growth or leakage, but we ought to biopsy it to be safe. This means more budgeting, but we’ll get to it.

So it’s a positive outcome, but not a definitive one. It looks like her natural wrist to me, but the lump is not matched on her left side. Could be a birth defect, I suppose.

In other news, I haven’t accomplished much. Frankie has been occupying most of my mental space. Work has also been crazy this week. I owe an author friend some promotion and will try to get to that tomorrow.

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Otto

“…and tiring of conquest, he ruled over the field of bones like a despot from a darker age.”

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Something about plans

I never had much of a plan for the weekend. One of the items was to maybe do a bit of writing today. Last night, I learned that my wife is off from today through Monday. I have to go back to work on Monday, but that kind of erases any quality writing time in one fell swoop.

We had to bathe the dogs last weekend, and that always requires a special effort where Frankie’s tail is involved. We made sure to dry it multiple times that day, and a couple of times per day afterward. She got a tail infection anyway.

The vet gave us some power to use when this happens. We managed a couple of doses and she seemed to feel better. However, I have bloody scrapes on my legs from trying to hold her so my wife could apply the dust. (Bulldogs are strong.) We were then faced with Thursday afternoon.

She wanted to play ball, but just wasn’t herself. We decided to get her an appointment this morning. Part of this is because things always seem to go sour in the middle of the night on Sunday, when nobody is available.

Old What’s Her Face took the dogs to Dutch Bros. for coffee. They love this, because they get a treat. When she got home she said, “Get their harnesses on. I’ll take a quick shower, then we’ll go.”

No problem. I got them suited up, but things seemed to be taking too long. I found my wife in the shower, in tears. Her back went out again, and she could barely walk. We’re both subject to this lately, and I feel for her. The decision was for me to take Frankie to her appointment.

Otto was really disappointed, because he didn’t get to go. I can’t handle both of them by myself. After 20 miles of rush-hour traffic, I wound up being ten minutes late. The infection is there, but it isn’t too bad. A pain med, some big old horse pills for an antibiotic, plus instructions to keep using the powder, and we headed back home.

I called my wife, and she made it to the couch after some pills we both rely upon.

One of the things we had planned is to go to the fair tomorrow. She was supposed to go out with a co-worker this afternoon, but had to cancel with this lady. (Might have made for some writing hours.) This deal is payback for something nice the coworker did for my wife. Now it sounds like they might go to the fair tomorrow if my wife can walk. It’s a payback, and I appreciate the need to take care of it.

However, I was looking forward to the fair. It’s been on my radar for a month. Now I’m without productive time, have a dog to keep medicated, and no plans for anything.

I have a blog post to schedule for a friend, so I’ll probably do that if they go to the fair.

If nothing else there are storyboards. I added some notes to a future story today, and it helped solve a plot issue. It’s way out in the future, but it’s a nice step.

Not much else to report. I had three days, but plans aren’t worth making at this point. I’ll take it as it comes. Might write some promotional posts, might not. May rent a movie or something.

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Worst campout ever???

We didn’t get out of town until about 10:00. We needed food, so that’s what caused the delay.

By the time we got up here, we went straight to our favorite campground. We followed a guy in. He got the last spot, and we were out.

Old What’s Her Face wanted to search for new places to camp, which sounds good on the surface. The problem is the McCall area is the most popular area in the state, and while it is pretty much the next place, it isn’t right next door.

There is one other thing she doesn’t seem to grasp. Forest Service roads are not built with the idea of turning around with a trailer in tow.

We wound up on a mountain road that climbed and climbed, and got increasingly narrow. There is a place up there, because I have USFS maps. However, we found a slide area and spotted some photographers ahead of us.

I made my wife walk ahead to see what the situation was. A truck was coming back our way. He said we could navigate the slide, but not the snowdrift beyond. This was looking like several miles of backing the camper down a narrow road an hoping nobody was behind us. (Side mirrors are great, but the rear window is full of camper as is the backup camera.)

I grew up in four-wheel-drive, so that doesn’t spook me, but campers aren’t built for this. I took my time and picked through the rocks, twice actually.

Turns out we were nearly at a scenic area and the Forest Circus made a turnout. This was on the edge of an 800 foot vertical drop off with white water at the bottom.

After some butt clenching to the seats, we got aimed back the other way. Our only choice was to go home. It was too late to chance any of the other campgrounds, because it’s friday night now. (Most popular part of the state, etc.)

Old What’s Her Face called a few places, but they were all full. We get service in McCall, so while I fueled up she phoned.

Home was looking like the only option, but I veered into a private campground in Cascade and they had an opening. It’s kind of a ghetto campground, but I promise you that opening didn’t last long. I ought to have a picture, and maybe I’ll grab one tomorrow.

One thing about private campgrounds, they have WiFi. Since we’re paying to stay here, I don’t feel like passing it up.

I have no idea what we’re going to do with ourselves. We didn’t plan on being in town, and the dogs don’t deal well with sidewalk heat. We’re running the AC full speed, but it really is only keeping pace with the temperature.

Editing will probably be on my agenda tomorrow morning before my wife gets up. I have plenty of that to do.

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A writing day: the middle slog

I’m in one of those enviable positions at my paycheck job, in that I have a lot of leave time coming. I decided to take some today for writing purposes. (Look, Mom, I’m getting paid to write. From a certain point of view.)

Tomorrow is my flex day, so I have that going for me too.

What I really want is to publish Serang before school lets out. Summer releases usually fail for me, so that’s my goal. The problem is, I need to finish writing it. There’s no reason I couldn’t hold it for fall, except I have another one I want to release this fall.

The nameless team-up story is going to have a good vibe for the Halloween season, so I really want Serang to be the spring release. I just have to finish it.

I got up fairly early, poured some coffee, then read my last chapter. I was joined by my writing partner.

Frankie rarely helps me, but maybe she’s interested in this story. (Otto is across my legs out of the frame.)

My characters are joining a caravan to cross the desert. They’re only going part way, then they’re going to branch off on their own. It’s a transitional chapter, and those take more time than the action bits.

Part of my issue is that the other story is becoming really fun. It’s over the middle slog and headed for the finish line. Serang isn’t quite there yet. “Aren’t middle slogs fun?” said no one ever.

There is a secret to getting over the middle slog. Lace up your boots and get to work. Sorry, that’s it. I know where the story is going, I need to move the players around, and it’s pure work. This is a good place to weave in a bit of introspection, or a growth point for Serang. I’ll look back through it and see if I can ramp some of that up later. Right now, I just want to survey the borders and get to the next part.

All in all, it wound up being a bit over 2800 words. I’ve reached a point where I need to decide if there’s going to be a battle, and there probably should be. I set some of this up and readers will expect it to happen. This will provide some exposure to western style weapons for Serang and might come across really well. Considering making it a longer battle where her traditional weapons aren’t much help.

Still, 2800 words is nothing to sneeze at. Not my best day, but certainly not my worst either.

I think Frankie is being overly critical here.

I may succumb to the thrill of the other story tomorrow. I really should try to get this one to the same point though. Serang’s finish is going to be fun too, but it’s looking like a longer story. Once I get past the middle it will practically write itself.

I have a hunch real baseball is on somewhere, so I’m stopping a little early today to check it out.

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