Things I Don’t Understand, Part Three

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Is French Toast Really French?

According to legend, it was created by a man named Joseph French. But it is known by a variety of names including German toast, eggy bread, French-fried bread, gypsy toast, Poor Knights of Windsor, Spanish toast, nun’s toast, and pain perdu which means “lost bread” in French. So it seems like it might be more appropriately called “French’s Bread.”

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So What About Canadian Bacon?

“Canadian” bacon is made only from the lean eye of the loin and is ready to eat. The term “Canadian bacon” is not actually used in Canada, where the product is generally known simply as “back bacon,” while “bacon” alone refers to the same streaky pork belly bacon as in the United States. My guess is that most of what people call “Canadian bacon” here in the United States is not what the Canadians call “back bacon.”

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And Then There is Swiss Cheese

Switzerland has approximately 450 varieties of cheese, made from cow, goat, and sheep milk. Some types of cheeses from Switzerland include Sbrinz, Emmentaler, Raclette, Formaggini, and Gala.  So the answer is no. Swiss cheese itself is not actually from Switzerland, but it is based off a type of cheese from Switzerland.

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American Cheese, Jeez

American cheese, the kind you get in the individual plastic wrappers, is processed cheese or “cheese food,” meaning it’s not actually real cheese. Classically, before the factory-processed stuff hit the market, American cheese was a blend, often of cheddar and colby, made for easy melting and approachable flavor. I’m quoting. I have no idea what “approachable flavor” means. As a kid, I didn’t like American cheese. Hard to believe I know. Another hard to believe thing is that the only cheese I liked was cheddar … especially very sharp cheddar. Go figure.

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Belgian Waffles

Who doesn’t like Belgian waffles?

They were originally showcased in 1958 at Expo 58 in Brussels. Belgian waffles were introduced to North America by a Belgian named Walter Cleyman at the Century 21 Exposition in Seattle in 1962, and served with whipped cream and strawberries. Maurice Vermersch of Brussels, Belgium is also credited with having made the rest of the world aware of them.

But are they really Belgian or simply made by Belgians? Do a lot of people in Belgium eat Belgian waffles? My admittedly meager research seems to indicate that they do. But they mostly eat them (actually Brussels waffles) in the afternoon as a snack and not for breakfast. I’ve never eaten them for breakfast either, but I have eaten them for dinner. Who needs veggies and good for you stuff all the time? I mean, really?

So What is it That I Don’t Understand?

What it all boils down to is that I don’t get why we name these things so inaccurately. But I guess if you think about it, it’s much easier to say “French toast” than “dried out two day old bread soaked in scrambled egg and fried in a pan.” Even so, I do still think it should be “French’s toast” rather than “French toast” and maybe “a cheese similar to a cheese made in Switzerland” instead of Swiss cheese. Or maybe not.

In Praise of the Puff

Doing two rows of puff stitch back-to-back would probably make it stand out more. And the puff stitch sort of warps the outer edge so maybe a smaller puff at the beginning and ending of each row would work out better. Needs some fine tuning.

I’ve been crocheting for what seems like most of my life. That sort of sounds like I mean non-stop crocheting. I don’t. There have been a myriad of distinct projects with time in between where I don’t crochet at all. Really.  Crochet is not my life. Really.

I taught myself to crochet when I was 24 (I am now 68, oh my) from an article in a magazine. The article explained four basic stitches: chain, slip stitch, single crochet and double crochet. For most of the 44 years that I have been crocheting, those are the only stitches I’ve ever used with the exception of the occasional treble crochet or half double crochet.

I’ve made more afghans than I can remember. Baby blankets have been equally numerous. I’ve made hats and slippers. Lots of slippers. And numerous sweaters. And scarves. Don’t get me started on scarves … literally. Sometimes it feels like I can’t stop making scarves.

I’ve used tiny steel hooks and fine crochet cottons and made enough doilies to nicely appoint the most spacious of Victorian houses. Antimacassars and table runners, chair-side table doilies, doilies to go under lamps and vases and you name it have been produced.

Pot holders and trivets and tea cozies vied for space with toaster covers, place mats and coasters. And I did it all with those four stitches. Those four stitches were fine for me. I didn’t need anything more than that. I could make anything with those four stitches. Shoot, I made a huge queen-sized bedspread with just those four stitches.

Then a little over a year ago, a friend sent me a pattern for a dog sweater. I’d never made a dog sweater. We didn’t have a dog until about three years ago and our cats never seemed to need sweaters and probably wouldn’t have worn them even if I’d made them. Cats can be contrary and solidly unappreciative of your efforts on their behalf. Don’t get me wrong though. I love cats.

So anyway, this dog sweater pattern had two new-to-me stitches in it: front post double crochet and back post double crochet. When you do it right, it looks like rib knit. I was enchanted. I immediately began incorporating it into my designs … mostly scarves.

I still really like the front and back post double crochet, but my new absolute favorite stitch is the puff stitch. I love the way it looks and I love how it feels. And best of all, it’s so simple to do.

This isn’t really a crochet tutorial so I’ll just say this about the stitch; you can have a big puff or a small puff. You yarn over and insert the hook in the next stitch and pull the loop through (three loops on the hook), then yarn over and insert the hook in the same stitch and pull the loop through (five loops on the hook), then yarn over again and insert the hook in the same stitch and pull it through (seven loops on the hook) and then yarn over and pull that loop through all the loops on the hook. That makes the bigger puff. For the smaller, yarn over and pull through only twice for a total of five loops on the hook. I like the bigger puff the best. People who write crochet instructions professionally could explain it better. Google it if you are interested.

Am I going to go crazy and start searching out new and innovative stitches and patterns? Probably not. But a new a simple stitch now and then doesn’t hurt.  I don’t feel as if I’ve wasted the last 44 years on those four basic stitches. Although I do sometimes wonder what I might have accomplished had I diversified a little earlier.

Besides scarves, I’ve also recently crocheted a number of pillow covers. It’s so hard to find pillows that co-ordinate with the other stuff you’ve made or if you do, they cost a fortune. So repurposing old worn out pillows works for me. Now I just have to figure out how to use the puff stitch in my next pillow cover. That is, after I finish the half dozen scarves I have planned to make.

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Painting Cabinets


The house I grew up in was probably more on the functional end of the spectrum rather than the aesthetic. When my mom decided to paint the kitchen cabinets she’d let Dad know. Mom couldn’t be too choosy about the color. Dad would go buy the cheapest paint he could find which was usually a custom color order that someone decided they didn’t want after all. He did the same thing with the exterior paint. I remember once the stucco was this deep green and the fascia and eaves were orange. Luckily, he painted the stucco and trim religiously every three years.

Well, so anyway, Mom would mask a few things, put a couple of drop cloths down and then start slapping paint on the cabinets. She never fussed about the quality of the paint because she knew she’d be doing it again in a few years.

That house was built somewhere around 1949 and is an ancient thing now but still standing. I’ve looked at it on Google Earth.

Fast forward to 2021. The house Bernd and I bought recently was built in 1974, so it’s fairly old. The cabinets are in terrible shape so we decided to paint them. It’s not like how my mom did it. Nope. Not at all.

Because we really don’t want to have to do this more than once, we decided we’d do it right. Do you have any idea what that means? Maybe you do. We started small with the bathroom cabinets. Well, it seemed small in comparison to the kitchen cabinets. One thing we learned right away, we were not going to try to do the entire kitchen all in one go as we did with the bathroom.

Basically, this is the process. First you clean the cabinets as well as you can using a variety of soaps and de-greasers and the like. Then you sand them. You don’t have to take it down to bare wood. You just have to rough it up enough that the primer sticks really well. Yes, that’s the job of primer … to stick so the paint will stick. But it never hurts to hedge your bets a little.

While you are sanding you find all the dents and scratches and bumps and dings. So you do some online research and find a wood filler that is low on fumes and safe for your dog because she seems to want to lick spackle and that’s definitely not good for your dog. Dogs can be so weird.

You will also need to fill the holes from the hardware if, like with our bathroom cabinets, the previous owner put the knobs in very odd places and not level with each other. Then you sand again.

Next comes the primer. Do not skip the primer no matter what the paint you bought says. Even if the paint is $55 a gallon and says it needs no primer, do not skip the primer. Two coats of primer works really well. Once that is fully dry, sand it again. You’ll be able to feel how much smoother it is with just a few passes. Use fine sand paper on the order of 220 or 320 grit and don’t press too hard. That just takes off all your primer and you have to start over. You do not want to have to start over.

Once the primer is sanded, put on your first coat (yes, I said first) of actual cabinet paint. We bought Insl-X made by Benjamin Moore. It’s an acrylic paint made only for cabinets and trim. It is probably the nicest paint I have ever used and I’ve done a lot of painting over the years.

Don’t worry too much about perfect coverage at this point because there will be at least one more coat and most likely two more.

We are using brushes. We considered foam rollers or a sprayer made just for cabinets. Looks kind of like an artist’s air brush on steroids.

Rollers tend to “spit” bits of paint if you get a little rambunctious with them. And sprayers tend to put a lot of very fine paint “dust” into the air that gets all over everything. So in the end we went with brushes. And anyway, it’s what I know best how to use.

When that first coat is completely (and I mean completely) dry, sand it again using the 320 grit sand paper. With any luck, that will be the end of the sanding and the final coats can be applied without further ado.

Altogether, because a learning curve was applied, finishing the bathroom cabinets probably took us about a week. We did not work at it eight hours a day. We do have lives outside of fixing up this old house. Although it might not seem like it at times.

I have no idea how long it will take us to complete the kitchen cabinets. But it would be nice to have that done before the laminate flooring and new countertops are installed. It’s been nice not to worry about those surfaces while doing all this painting.

So, are you wondering how it turned out? It turned out beautifully. We are very happy with our “new” bathroom cabinets. What do you think?


To Get Vaccinated or not to Get Vaccinated

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Both my husband and I struggled with that question for a while. I think we were pretty sure that he should get vaccinated. The real question was should I?

In the past, I’ve had some nasty reactions to vaccinations. I would have to say that it was the delivery suspension solutions that caused the problems. My reactions were never enough to put me in the hospital, but they were severe enough to put me out of commission for a few days.

After reading about other people’s experience with the Covid-19 vaccine, especially the second dose, I had my reservations about taking the vaccine.

Eventually two things came together at about the same time: (1) I decided the benefits outweighed the possible discomforts and (2) Wyoming opened up Phase 1b in the vaccination schedule.

Since both my husband and I are over 65 years old, we qualified for Phase 1b vaccination. And also, I am without a spleen due to an accident a few years ago.

So, as soon as I read that we were eligible and told my husband, he made arrangements for us to receive the vaccine. It took one call and we had an appointment for the next day.

We were vaccinated (no waiting … benefit of living in a small town) Thursday, February 4, 2021, at 1:15 p.m. We received the Pfizer vaccine. And as of writing this, about 48 hours later, I can say that so far the first dose is no worse than getting a regular flu shot. Maybe not even as bad. Maybe.

To be sure, the regular flu shot gives me a fair amount of grief. The arm I am injected in gets very sore. So sore that any movement is quite painful. I usually run a slight fever, my head aches, my body aches, and I am very tired and run-down feeling for about five days.

But so far … knock on wood … this Pfizer vaccine isn’t even as bad as that. Yes, my arm is incredibly sore, but the rest of me feels fine. I would be so happy if it stayed that way over the next few days.

I’m a little worried about the second dose. But the people at the clinic where we were vaccinated said that they have had no reports of extreme reactions. The woman my husband spoke with said she’s had both doses and that the second one was a little worse but in a day or so she felt fine. So I have hope that we will weather the second dose just fine as well.

Even after we are supposedly up to the estimated 95% immunity about two weeks after the second dose, we will not stop all our infection mitigation practices. And we’ve actually ordered some cloth masks that will hopefully fit my husband’s big face so he can double up on his masks. I’ve been wearing double masks since the beginning of all this.

Part of my decision to get vaccinated was also a sort of civic-minded decision. The more people who are vaccinated, the sooner we can begin to put some of this behind us.

I don’t know that things will ever go back to the previous “normal.” And, in reality, I’m not sure that it should. There are some things that I think have been better because of Covid-19. Most people might not agree with that, but it’s how I see things.

So, my bottom line is this. If you are on the fence about being vaccinated and don’t have a clear medical reason why it would be harmful for you to do so, get vaccinated. It will help you and it will help others as well.

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So, What’s Taking so Long?

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I finally finished reading the proof copy of my newest novel, “The Many Misadventures of Tall Guy and Short Gal.” I had started on correcting and editing before we decided to move and only just recently picked it up again and finished the work.

Believe me when I say that deciding to move at the end of August 2020, finding and buying a house several states away, selling your current house, packing everything up, making all the necessary arrangements, and setting foot in your new house on December 2, 2020 can occupy you to the exclusion of everything else.

That all was followed by unpacking, organizing, settling in and getting some contractors to do some very necessary work that we couldn’t do ourselves. I know this sounds like a lot of excuses for neglecting my novel, but that’s the way it’s been.

The house we bought needs a lot of fixing. We have been attending to that as well. And to be honest, painting a wall or two, installing new blinds and changing outdated light fixtures is considerably more fulfilling and easier than figuring out if I really need that run-on sentence to be quite that long. Or did that last paragraph really say what I wanted it to say. Or answering the big question … will anybody actually read this and more importantly will they be entertained by it. And then there is my eternal question to myself … why am I doing this?

Hopefully, in the next few days I will take the annotated proof copy and sit down and suffer the drudgery of making all the changes to the digital manuscript. Then I just have to re-upload it, check that for problems, re-re-upload it several more times (sometimes “fixing” one problem leads to another), fix a couple problems on the back cover and then … Voila! … Publish it.

So I guess what I’m saying is that’s it on its way, but don’t hold your breath.

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Life in a Small Town

We haven’t really lived here in Riverton, Wyoming long enough to talk about life in a small town. Not really. But there are a few things I have learned. And not just here and now.

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( Downtown Prescott, AZ. Gurley Street looking toward Thumb Butte.

When we first moved to the Prescott area of Arizona in 1993, compared to where we had previously lived (Walnut/Diamond Bar area of southern California), it was a small town. Even so, 28 years ago the city of Prescott and the town of Prescott Valley combined had maybe five times more people living there than Riverton does today. But it contrasted so greatly with the greater SoCal experience (you know, how one city sort of blends into the next one with little definition and so you feel like you are living squished in with several million other people) that it felt like a small town.

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( Whiskey Row (Montezuma) in downtown Prescott, jammed with people. Couldn’t find any photos from the 1990s. Sorry. You’ll just have to take my word for it.

In 1993, you could walk down the main street of Prescott and expect to see maybe a couple of other people doing the same. More often than not, pleasantries would be exchanged and might turn into a full-fledged conversation over a cup of coffee.

It took all of about 15 to 20 minutes to get from our house in Dewey to downtown Prescott. There was one traffic signal in Prescott Valley and only a couple in Prescott. When we left the area, it took a full 45 minutes or more to travel the same distance. I lost count of the traffic signals. There were just too many.

I remember that just before we left Walnut in California to move to Arizona, I worked at a shop in a mall that was six miles from our condo. It took me half an hour to make that drive and it would have been longer if I had gotten on the freeway. Morning rush hour in southern California was brutal. I can’t imagine what it must be like now.

( Main Street in Riverton, WY.

So here we are now, in Riverton in Wyoming. The population tops out at about 11,000. The speed limit on the two main streets is 30 miles per hour. And even at that it only takes about five minutes to get to Wal-Mart from our house and maybe ten minutes to get to the far western end of Main Street where the Smith’s grocery store is.

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( Riverton is in Fremont County and the number for Fremont County is 10. It’s on the license plates too. City Hall is in a small strip mall along with a Murdock’s Ranch and Home store. On one of the walks that we take with our dog, Maddie, we can look down the street and see Murdock’s.

We can walk to City Hall if we want to. There are a number of shops within walking distance. It’s like another world. Shoot, we could even walk to Wal-Mart if we had the need (it does snow here and the roads can be a bit icy sometimes). It’s not that far.

All the people we have met in our neighborhood and in professional capacities have been kind, friendly and very helpful. It was like that in the Prescott area in 1993 as well. But as the population boomed there, it became less and less so.

I’ve stayed in touch (well golly, we’ve only been gone for about a month) with friends in Arizona. Several of them have said how unhappy they are with the way things are going. The influx of people from California is changing the whole esthetic. It’s not a new complaint.

When we first moved to Arizona, you didn’t really want to tell people where you had come from if you came from California. Even back then, the locals were not happy with the changes that we brought with us. What they didn’t realize was that not all of us who relocated wanted to bring California with us. Some, like us, wanted to leave it far behind. We didn’t move there for the beneficial difference in house values. We moved there for the difference in life values.

While it’s true that part of our motivation for moving to Riverton, Wyoming was financial, it wasn’t the only reason. We were once again looking for those life values we lost with the burgeoning population of the Quad Cities (Prescott, Prescott Valley, Chino Valley and Dewey-Humboldt). We are pretty sure we have found them once again.

But we are not the only people to have discovered Riverton. There are others moving here as well. Some of them from California.

My hope is that they are also looking for a better way of living.

Small town life isn’t for everyone. Living within city limits is taking some getting used to (more traffic driving by our house all day long, street lights lighting up the night sky making it hard to see the stars). And there’s no Costco. There isn’t a Costco anywhere in Wyoming. But for sure, we’ve found what we were looking for. A quieter life. Friendly people. Great weather. Ease. I can do without Costco for all that.

I don’t know if all small cities are great, but this one sure is.

The Thing about Moving

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The thing about moving is that it’s hard. It’s physically hard. It’s emotionally hard. It’s just hard.

You put all this effort into it. You find a house to buy. You make an offer. The offer is accepted. And that was all hard enough. But then you discover the hard parts have only just begun.

Packing everything is a colossal pain in the back side. Even if you’ve saved every single box you ever got for the last 27 years (we didn’t actually do that, but we had a LOT of boxes in the basement), you will still come up short. Or you won’t have just the right shape for that cat sculpture you sister gave you. It ended up in one of those cardboard “pet taxis” that the adoption agencies often give to you so you can get your newly adopted cat home with a minimum of fuss and bother and as few cuts and teeth marks as possible. Not sure what the moving company guys thought about that one.

As hard as it is getting everything packed and ready to go, it’s actually harder to unpack everything.

I thought it would be the other way around. During the packing, the biggest decision we had to make was how badly did we need something and did we really want to move it. We got rid of a lot of stuff.

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Unpacking, however, requires you figure out where to put what you’ve just unpacked. And since our new house is nothing at all like our old house, it’s been … well, I’ll just say it … hard. I hate to use the same word over and over again, but there you are.

In some ways, it’s exciting. You get to do things in a new way. You get to change up your organization. You get to start fresh.

In some ways, it’s a total pain. You have to figure out new ways to do things. You have to change how you’ve always organized everything. You have to start all over from square one.

Get the picture? If I seem a little conflicted, that would be an understatement.

Still, all in all, I have no regrets.

The thing about moving is that you’ve moved and now you just have to get on with the getting on. But it’s still hard.

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Why Wyoming?

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Late at night when I should be sleeping but instead I am obsessing about all the things there are yet to do, I sometimes suffer a fit of uncertainty and I ask myself “Why Wyoming?”

Because, in the dead of the night, I can’t seem to answer that question with any kind of logic or sensible reasons, it often leads to a moment of panic. The question of “Why Wyoming?” often becomes a statement, “What the heck do we think we are doing?” I might actually be a little more profane than that.

I’d like to say the choice of Wyoming as our new home state was totally rational. I’d like to say that we weighed all our options and listed the pros and cons. I’d like to say that we set up a scale of one through ten and assigned appropriate numbers to each item and then mathematically determined where it would be most logical to move.

But I can’t really say that. I can, however, honestly say that although certain factors caused us to decide, somewhat precipitously, to sell our house and move, the reality is that we had been considering moving for probably the last seven years. We don’t generally jump into things.

We considered a lot of different states. We had our list of requirements and we looked at how well each state might fit those requirements.

The first state we considered some seven years ago was South Dakota. I know what you are thinking. We get some of the same looks when we tell people we are moving to Wyoming. Oh, and by the way, not everyone who lives in Wyoming lives on a ranch. They do have cities in Wyoming. Not just towns. Actual cities.

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We also looked at Montana and North Dakota. While we like our weather cooler than what it is here in the higher elevations of central Arizona, we don’t actually like it to be arctic for quite that much of the year. Or actually, quite that arctic. Period. I don’t know how the Canadians do it.

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Colorado is pretty darn nice. Great scenery. But pretty much out of our price range for the most part. Same goes for New Mexico. Although there were a couple enticing homes near Taos that we considered for a while. But they were a little too remote. At our age, living off the grid might be just a little too rugged for us. Although, it does have its appeal.

I think Idaho was always going to be too expensive for us. We felt the same way about Utah.

I kept coming back to Wyoming in my mind. And then I discovered the author, C. J. Box, and his Joe Pickett novels a year or two ago.

Box writes about his home state with such love and compassion that I couldn’t help but begin to love the state as well. He writes about the people who live there, their passions, their outlook, and their way of life in such a way that it seemed to me that was just what Bernd and I were looking for in a new home state.

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So we got serious about Wyoming. From there it was a matter of settling on a city. Riverton won out for a number of reasons: low population, elevation similar to where we are currently living, cooler than here but not arctic, clean air, enough infrastructure so that we would not have to drive a hundred miles to get what we need, and housing prices that would fit in our budget.

We went there. Liked what we saw. Decided to make it our new home.

Even so, I do still sometimes wonder why I chose Wyoming. And I say “I” because Bernd pretty much just decided to go along with whatever I decided. He does that a lot. It’s kind of maddening sometimes and can put a lot of pressure on me. At any rate, I’m not wholly sure there wasn’t a little romanticism in my decision. Bernd did ask me once if it was the Joe Pickett novels that convinced me about Wyoming. My answer was something like, “No!” Big thoughtful pause. “Maybe. I don’t know. Yeah, maybe a little but only a little.”

Every now and then I have a moment of panic, even when I am wide awake. But I imagine that once we are in our new home in our new city in our new state, that all the worry will just melt away. We’ll fit ourselves into our new community and get on with the getting on of life.

So why Wyoming? Why not?

[Note: Because we are moving in a few days, this will probably be my last post for a while. At least until we get the computer set up in our new house. Thanks so much for reading. I’ll be back soon.]


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Writing is, for the most part, a solitary endeavor.

To a certain extent, one needs a quiet place with few distractions. For there are times when the ideas are flowing so fast that your fingers can barely keep up and to be disturbed would be to lose those ideas.

And yet, no author can write in a vacuum. It is the world around us that inspires us. Shut yourself away for too long from the world and you effectively shut yourself away from yourself.

It’s all about balance.

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I am too tired these days to find inspiration. I worry that I have lost it permanently. But then I will be sitting and typing an email to our escrow officer for the sale of our home and I will realize that I’m just tired. The words are all still in there. Otherwise, why did it take me seven paragraphs just to send her the information about the escrow officer on the other end for the house that we are purchasing?

Even so, I miss the writing. I miss the tapping at the keys and watching the words appear on the monitor. I miss the steady flow of thoughts and the fleshing out of ideas. I miss my characters and their lives.

I tell myself that all this will end eventually. We will get moved to our new home. I’ll set up my computer. And the words will flow.

But a part of me still worries. And undeniably, there will be a lot of work ahead of us still. Moving in might not be quite as difficult as moving out, but it still takes time. Decisions have to be made. Repairs have to be made. Carpeting needs to be removed and laminate installed. It all takes time.

I know myself. I won’t be able to set aside time to write as long as there are things that need to be done. Even now, sitting here and typing this, I am thinking about the next items I need to pack and feeling a bit guilty for simply sitting and enjoying a couple of macaroon cookies and a glass of water.

So it might be a while before I finish proof reading “The Many Misadventures of Tall Guy and Short Gal.” It might be an even longer while before I get around to finishing the writing of the sequel to “Millie’s Adventures in Time.”

I sincerely doubt that there are any readers out there eagerly awaiting either of the books. But on the off chance that there are, I apologize.

For now, this might very well be the last posting to this blog for a while. Our departure date is quickly approaching, and we still have a lot to do.

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