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04 June 2009 @ 09:23 am
The stars must be aligning. :)  
I must be doing something right. Hopefully the good news will just keep coming.

Yesterday was one of those epiphany writing days. I was chatting with my awesome critique partner of awesomeness (can't have too many 'awesomes'), and somehow in the course of this chat, the entire background for my universe (ie, telepathic space pirates) fell into place, and suddenly all of these little story dominoes that go well into book 3 are just falling together in my head. I am so excited to finish this rewrite! The new version of Nemesis is going to be so much stronger than the old.

Then, my wire order finally came in, the one with the aluminum wire I need to make my spiral hair pin and dragonfly hair pin in a silver color, in addition to the copper. I'm very excited about this! I love copper, but I wear so much silver, it will be great having the other color option. (Not just for me, but to offer in my Etsy store, too.)

Then - so, I haven't complained here about it, but Mark leaves for his annual trip to Japan a week from tomorrow. He is finishing up the last of his grading and whatnot for school, and then he's gone for three weeks. Last weekend, he and his Dad were supposed to drive five hours to an Aunt who shall remain nameless, and put a roof on one of her buildings (House? Garage? Guest house? IDK.) It's been missing for three years, since the wind blew it off, literally. Now, Nameless Aunt has a fully grown son, more than capable of putting it on in a couple of weekends, with the help of his brother and maybe a friend. But there it has sat for three years, and she finally asked Mark's Dad to do it. With his background in construction, he gets asked to do all kinds of things for friends and family, and he usually doesn't mind donating his time and expertise, if they buy all the materials, and feed him, and pay for his gas and stuff.

But he's getting a little older, and ever since Mark came off a roof and shattered his heel - what, six years ago, now? Maybe seven? - no one likes letting Dad go up on a roof by himself. He's come off only once, and all it did was knock the wind out of him, thankfully. But when Mark came off that roof and shattered his heel, he did it partly because he was holding onto the ladder to give his Dad time to get clear, thinking "my bones aren't as brittle, it's better if it's me" and then the ladder hit him and cut him open from his hip to his shoulder, knocking him off at an weird angle in the bargain. He landed wrong because of it, and shattered his heel. The point is, none of us are exactly comfortable letting Dad go put on a metal roof by himself. So, Mark of course volunteered to go with him. He hates construction, but almost always helps his Dad whenever he can anyway.

But even though they were getting this free labor, Nameless Aunt didn't order the materials, and so last weekend didn't happen. We all think it's canceled, and all is fine. Then Dad talks to Nameless Aunt, and somehow ends up scheduled to go this weekend, but instead of a roof, he's somehow rebuilding the garage? Framing it up and putting trusses on it. And of course, Mark is going with him. I tried not to let it bother me, that on the last weekend before my husband was going halfway across the world for the better part of a month, he was going to be five hours away, helping his Dad frame a garage. (And Nameless Aunt hasn't even offered to pay gas money!) The plan was to leave tomorrow afternoon, drive five hours, and work all day Saturday and most of Sunday, drive home Sunday night. Then we have training Mon, Wed, and Thursday nights next week, and graduation for the high school is on Tuesday, so literally we'd get no real time together before he leaves Friday, other than the car ride to the airport. The more I thought about it, the more it upset me. But Mark and I talked, and neither on of us were comfortable sending Dad by himself. He's the most capable man I know, but these idiots won't take care of him, or help, and construction is hard work when you're in your sixties. It's even harder when you have no one to help you.

This morning, Mom called and told me that because one of the rentals is going empty tonight, Dad's decided he can't go this weekend - he has to stay home and make sure the rental is good to go Monday for a new tenant.

To say I am ecstatic is an understatement. Not spending any time with my husband before he leaves was making me very grumpy.

Now all I need is a miracle pregnancy, and maybe winning the lottery. :D
Current Mood: happyhappy
Dragonsinger: Dean Raymond dance (Ewan McGregor)dragonsinger on June 4th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
Yay for writing epiphanies! Those are so rare, yet so awesome.:)
celli on June 5th, 2009 01:50 am (UTC)