Real life has has provided me with two improbable (and frightening) openings to several stories—should I choose to use them. And, like some game show challenge, no doubt I will. What are they, you might wonder? Let’s just say that both of them involve transportation, to varying degrees.
Harvey the Amish Man might be pouring concrete today—if the weather holds. We’re scheduled for rain and thunder, so I have a feeling the basement floors may have to wait until next week. The construction has been up in the woods, on the hill, absolutely out of sight (and hearing range, mostly). Which is very nice, but when I go up in the evenings or the mornings to see what’s been done, it’s like little elves have been running around doing magic-constructo-things: walls here, stone there. I receive occasional phone calls during the day asking a question, but for the most part—at this point—Harvey and his army of Amish men are making this a spectacularly easy experience.
More writing today. I haven’t been able to keep track of the Olympics very well, which is frustrating. The NY Times has an interesting hub, though, if you haven’t seen it yet.
It’s five in the morning. Time to clean the kitty litter, shower, eat, walk the dogs—and then get the day started. Until later, folks.
(PS: Yes, I howled when I discovered that the SciFi Channel had cancelled Stargate: Atlantis. I am, however, slightly comforted by a) the movies that are planned, and b) the new Stargate series…but not comforted enough to stop being ticked about losing my 22-episodes-a-year John Sheppard, Ronon Dax, Major Lorne, and Dr. McKay fix).