Dear Reader,
Not only did Word Raccoon manage two hours at the cafe yesterday, she also managed to go to the gym for a short workout. I told the guys when I got there, “Hey, I’m not staying long, but I’m here.” They were fine with that.
I gave her a Coke Zero as a reward after and let her go to the thrift shop. She found so many pretty things in such nice colors that when she took them home and washed them she wished she had a clothesline just so she could hang them. Coral, flowered yellow, a J-Lo halter that she can’t wait to wear, and a pair of jean shorts, my loves, in my smaller size, new with tags. So for a ten spot I had a whole new wardrobe, including another blouse and two camis.
They’re so gorgeous hanging to dry in the house that I hate to put them away. Can we make hanging clothes another decorating option, please?
After all that yesterday, the storm blew boxes everywhere outdoors and I thought they were ours, so WR and I went out and picked them all up. Turns out they were all the neighbor’s, but that’s ok.
WR has two bits of good writing news to share today. One is that she has two poems now out over at Amaranth Journal, “Staying Steady” and “Well Fed,” in their Summer 2026 issue.
Many thanks to the editors on their excellent work.
If you like food poetry, grab a napkin. You will have to BYOB, though. White preferred over red.
Her other good news is that Half and One has accepted some of our work. More on that later, but we are so pleased.
We are working from our own porch today because after everything WR and I did yesterday, we also went to the specialty market and that took the very last ounce of our energy. We are better, but not completely. We are tired again.
Because the evening takes the rest of our pep right now, we will be figuring out dinner early so that California Kitchen doesn’t have to do all the work tonight.
The library book sale is happening, and Stanley says he would like a word with me before I set WR loose over there.
Actually, I have a box of children’s books I’d like to donate, Stanley.
Reading The Thursday Murder Club, light, enjoyable fare suggested by several podcasts. It’s a fast burn. I just started it yesterday and I’m already three quarters of the way through. I’m rooting for these senior citizens to solve the murders!
I am irked that the one detective is playing food monitor to her superior officer. Did he ask for her to tell him he didn’t need a candy bar? Did he ask to be tricked into climbing the stairs instead of taking the lift?
Mind your beeswax, Donna. And don’t be so shallow. Chris is a good guy.
WR says that speaking of food, she wants to figure out dinner ASAP, and that she really doesn’t want anything except a piece of fruit and a string cheese for lunch.
WR, you mind your beeswax, too, and maybe drink some water.
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