Yesterday was a wordy day for us. I got in another 3,500 words in my new Tinder Street book, and once I was done with that, I gave the last five or six chapters a read through, making corrections as I went. Then I ran them through Grammarly before printing them out for Terry to proofread.
This puts me more at than 75% of the way through the new book, and if all goes well, I hope to have it finished by the end of the week. Then, after final editing and proofing, it should be out sometime around the first week of May.
It was a wordy day for Miss Terry, too. As I reported in Saturday’s blog, she has not been happy with the care she’s been getting at her dentist, and she went for her appointment last Friday, ready to give them a piece of her mind, only to learn that her dentist is no longer with the practice. She had to go back again yesterday to see the original partner.
Terry is a pretty laid-back person, but she has her limits. When she is getting stonewalled or not getting the level of care she pays for, she’s not shy about letting somebody know. She said she believes the message was received loud and clear, and the senior dentist assured her that her issues would be taken care of to her satisfaction. They did some preliminary work yesterday to rectify the problems, and she has another appointment next week.
When Terry got home from the dentist, she made delicious grilled grouper with baked potatoes for dinner, and it was better than anything you’ll buy in any restaurant, I promise you that.
After dinner, we relaxed in our recliners, watching TV for a while. Then we went outside to check out the first supermoon of the year. Terry got a good picture of it using her Canon SX40 digital camera.
Terry has an appointment with her eye doctor today and then we’re going to go to Lowe’s and Home Depot and see if we can find some of the brick backstop material like we have to fill in the open space behind the range left over when we installed the new microwave oven. Then, when we get home, I’ll be back at it, pounding out more words.
Thought For The Day – Getting older is waking up thinking you’re hungover and then realizing, nope, this is just who I am now.