Congratulations Gail Faries, winner of our contest for an audiobook of Dog’s Run, my mystery set in a small Ohio town in 1951. We had 162 entries in last week’s contest. Stay tuned, a new drawing starts soon.
I told you in yesterday’s blog that the weather forecasters were calling for thunderstorms starting yesterday and continuing for several days. But weathermen are like politicians; just because they promise you something or warn you about something doesn’t mean any of it’s true.
We woke up to strong winds yesterday, but not a drop of rain. By mid-morning the clouds had all been blown away and we had temperatures in the low 80s and lots of blue sky. But on the evening news the same weathermen were warning of strong thunderstorms starting this evening, or maybe on Tuesday, depending on which station you were watching. Check with me Thursday, I’ll tell you what happened.
I was reminded of a time we were staying at Kentucky Horse Park, the only campground in Lexington, Kentucky. It was late December, a time we prefer to be much further south, but I had been getting something done at the VA hospital there. With that all finished, we were watching the weather for updates on a strong storm system crossing the country, getting ready to make a run for it as soon as it was safe.
Of the three news stations in Lexington, one said we could expect up to a foot of snow, another predicted four to six inches, and the third said the most there would be were snow flurries. I can’t tell you what they actually got, because we pointed the nose of our old MCI bus conversion south and made a beeline for Florida.
Terry’s cold was still kicking her butt yesterday, so we never ventured outside all day long. She slept in for a while, then when she woke up she did her best to raise the fourth quarter sales for the Kleenex company. She also managed to finish making a delicious dinner of chicken noodle soup from scratch that she had started the night before. Anything that tastes that good and is good for you too, can’t be beat!
I spent the day writing, getting a couple of stories done for the next issue of the Gypsy Journal. I’m not sure what happened but I had just finished one 1,100 word story and when I tried to close the document my iMac froze, something it’s done ever since I bought it. I finally had to unplug the power cord because the regular reboot procedures would not work, and when I plugged it back in and rebooted the computer, the document I had just finished was gone.
That made no sense to me because Word automatically saves as you go, and I also frequently save what I’m working on. And I had saved it again as soon as I finished it, right before I tried to close it and the computer locked up. I searched all of my documents, did a full search of the entire computer, and it was nowhere to be found. I even searched for several of the words in the story, the names of places and people, and still came up empty. It’s like it just disappeared into some black hole, never to be seen again. Three hours of research and two hours of writing, all wasted.
Hopefully Terry will get back on her feet in a few days and we can get out and see some of this area. Unless it rains.
Thought For The Day – Life is like an onion; you peel off one layer at a time and sometimes you cry.