Been a busy week since we got home from Victoria. We’ve finally got Hanna and Craig moved home for the summer. They’re hanging out in the folks’ motorhome and using our spare bedroom as an office. Yesterday we got all the rest of their belongings moved into storage in their college town, ready for them to find a new abode in September. Craig’s working at the local wildlife center for the summer and Hanna is taking time off from lifeguarding to develop her web and graphic design business. Need anything done? I have the gal for you!
We’ve also gotten the yard mowed–huge job. It was barely turning green when I left for Victoria and when we got home, it was 8-12 inches high. Even the riding lawn mower argued about the task, and the yard is large enough that it takes several hours. Hard on the neck too as the thing doesn’t have power steering and a lot of maneuvering is required. (Whine, whine…I know). So we’ve all taken our turns at raking up the mounds of shorn grass and stacking it between the raspberry rows. Might as well get some good mulch out of the deal.
Much of the garden has now been planted–all the tomatoes and squashes are in. It was hot over the weekend but cooled off considerably yesterday and is raining today, which ought to make the little plants happy. We still have more planting to do, but it’s a good start.
On the story front, I’ve tried to get back into the worldbuilding for the novel I was working on in April, Puppet Prince. I’ve been fighting with the story line on and off for a couple of years and apparently it still isn’t composted enough to grow a decent plot. I don’t know. It makes me yawn, which can’t possibly be a good sign!
So I’m poking around with the matchmaking novel, which ought to get a name someday, I suppose. If this one pulls together, I can see several novels in this world. At any rate, this concept feels like it has some promise. Perhaps even a promise it would like to fulfill this year. However, it wasn’t as far along as the Puppet Prince novel, so I’m further back on my timeline of getting something ready to start writing.
And when I’m this tired and my life is this busy–and I’m THIS out of practice at plotting and writing–it seems easier to take a nap than push myself to work on it. Not that I’m…er…napping at work or anything. Really.
Welcome home. Ugh for the lawn length. That was worse than mine.