Summer arrived suddenly and I managed to fritter away springtime without writing a thing other than a few brief e-mails. It’s felt like there’s nothing to say, and so much to do, but now that the weeds seem pretty much under control and a 110 degree day is keeping me inside for a change, I’m reduced to sitting here on a sunny afternoon with my computer. It’s either that or try to play the piano, which I might do anyway even though it’s not entirely satisfying, or read, which is likely to put me to sleep, or watch TV, which is guaranteed to depress me if I do it in the daytime. I’m just not an indoor type gal.
Occasionally an idea for a post has struck me, but if I ignore it long enough it easily fades to obsolescence or disappears entirely. So I will post images and let them guide me in my thoughts. Before I do, a brief update on the state of my health: Who the #$&! Knows? CA 125 way up; too soon for another scan. Will wait until after next chemo treatment to take a peek inside. In the meantime, it is what it is and we’re not sure what that might be.
So, for starters, my memoir. There’s this event the local bookstore has agreed to do for me (because they do it for all local authors) called a “Meet & Greet”. It’s not a reading, and consists mainly of me sitting at a table waiting for people to come talk to me or buy a book or ask me to sign an already purchased book. I’m doing it for exposure, I suppose, because the amount I’ll get from the bookstore for books sold on consignment is less than the amount I was charged by the publisher with the author’s discount. So it’s probably the last time I’ll do something like that, but it’s a little exciting and there was an article in the Entertainment section of the Napa Valley Register about the book.
Last weekend, my oldest niece, Shelley, decided since she had an extra day off she would drive up from San Diego and visit, along with her youngest daughter, Tallulah. It was sort of the beginning of the heat wave, so good for swimming if you don’t mind water that’s under 80 degrees. Being a wimp, I sat back and watched my niece and her daughter and their dog enjoy the pool. When I say sat back, I mean sat back – I spent some time actually not moving. It was nice, and if I thought my niece would forgive me, I’d post a picture of the two of us sitting in nothing but skimpy poolside clothing. When the sun wasn’t feeling too brutal, we worked a bit on the last little bits of weeding the pool area.
A couple of weeks ago, Marc and I drove down the eastern side of the Sierra Nevada mountains on our way to Phoenix for his nephew’s wedding. No matter how magnificent I expect the view of the mountains to be, it’s always more so. I’ve been feeling pretty good, so the drive itself wasn’t brutal – except perhaps the last hour or two before we got to Ridgecrest when my intestines were in knots from sitting too long. We spent the night there and visited the Maturango Museum and the Historical Society of the Upper Mojave Desert, where I left copies of my book in case they’re willing to carry it in the gift shops.
Phoenix itself was desert hot, but the family reunion aspect was good. We took Marc’s mother shopping for a wedding blouse, and she demonstrated how to fluff up my sparse hair. Ample interaction with cousins & nephews and a trip to the Cosanti bell workshop, and our visit was complete. On the way home straight across Interstate 10 to I-5, we were able to visit a friend along the way and have brunch with my brother and sister-in-law in Pasadena. If I thought my s-i-l would ever forgive me, I’d post the picture Marc took of the three of us. Instead, highlights of Phoenix:
And now, there’s a breeze kicking up and the bells we bought are ringing. The breeze, a vestige of some marine layer beginning to push in off the coast, has not yet cooled enough to bring the temperature back down. I believe it’s expected to have some effect tomorrow, however, so it might be cool enough for me to dawdle outside. Or at least open the window in the bathroom so I can finish the tiling job there. In any case, I think I’ve said all I have to say for the time being, other than Trump freakout, which is a whole other story.