really don’t miss wearing glasses all day every day.
(On St. Patrick’s Day,
2018, I got my eyes lasered into proper shape by these fine people, and went from a 20/ 400 prescription in my good eye to a 20/ 16 in both.)
Sometimes, when I’m feeling a little dopey in the morning, I’ll still reach for them. (And find the readers on the nightstand, and put them on, and wonder why everything’s a little blurred…)
That reminds me, though, it’s probably time to schedule an eye appointment…
(That’s still not my eyeball. Photo by Vanessa Bumbeers on Unsplash)
…a contract and a rejection. So it goes.
The contract is for a Prairie
SF short story, one with a CanCon title and an unreliable 3 rd-person POV.
The rejection is for a sub-
200-word flash piece, and I’m about to send it to its next destination.
Wish me luck!
At the coffee shop this grey Monday morning, the young woman behind me asked if I used to work at the research station. I said no, I’ve worked at the university for
“You look familiar, though,” she said. “Maybe it’s just that you’ve got a friendly face.”
It’s good to know that my Monday face wasn’t a scowl.
Happy New Year. Let’s make the best of it, shall we?
21 st, so that means that, here in the northern hemisphere, every day from here on out will be a little longer than the one before. I for one am happy to get more and more daylight.
Photo by ros dagos on Unsplash.
I pulled up at
Chez Angela not long after a car accident. As I was preparing to leave, the ambulance pulled up and parked next to me, boxing me in, so I went back into the bakery and had a coffee to wait them out.
The cars involved are on the other side of the fire truck in the photo. I felt it would be bad form to wander around the site taking photos. Plus it was
way warmer inside, sipping my coffee, than out in the street.
When I left, about ten minutes later, the police were still there, and two tow trucks had showed up.
As far as I could tell, no one was seriously hurt, but at least one of the vehicles was not in great shape.
This year we had the following costumes come to the door looking for candy (and receiving
apiece, because frankly we bought more candy than we should have): 2 full-size bars
a kid in parka and balaclava a knight a princess in a parka a princess in a different parka Maleficient, horns ‘n’ all a princess a unicorn with wings Elsa (I think) a princess asleep on her mom’s shoulder (her older sister, in the Elsa costume, collected candy for her)
…for a grand total of nine.
I should’ve given ’em all
. Last year: ; 10 2017: 16
…is upon us.
Happy Hollow Bean, one and all.
Our friend Tess dropped by for a visit last weekend, and stayed overnight. I decided to snap a photo of her, and one of Kathleen as well.
Tess, smiling Kathleen, sitting in the window’s light
Then I saw a lovely red-and-yellow autumn tree on my way to work.
The tree up the block went all red and yellow
And today it snowed.
The courtyard through a window spotted with snow
And now we’re home from Ottawa, in the land of flurries and frost warnings and the start-of-autumn paving mad rush that a
CBC listener termed “pavement panic season”.