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Things might be looking up
Jul. 16th, 2004 01:42 pmWhen I got up this morning, I found a message from Sharyn saying that my check was on her desk and that she would overnight it to my agent. This means I'll have it (minus my agent's well-earned percentage) in my sweaty hands sometime next week.
We have a closing date for our refinancing and home--equity loan application. This doesn't mean things can't go wrong, since David specifically asked about that and it sounded as if they were just beginning the process of looking at the paperwork. I hope that our cash shortfall doesn't make us look too bad. I hope that if they laugh at us, at least they won't point. If this all goes through, life will be about six hundred percent better all around. And Lydy might get to have the occasional lunch out, too.
I still passionately hate David's employers. If they had done what they said they would, we wouldn't have had a cash shortfall.
In household news, the skinny black cat with the poodle cut does not have cancer and is not yet in kidney failure. My own cat has purple pawpads from treading in the fallen ripe mulberries. David and I went to Northfield yesterday, past medians and slopes furred and silky with ornamental grasses, white and reddish and greenish. David remarked that he didn't know if they were native grasses or not but that they certainly seemed very pleased. I told him that one of them was called "switch grass" and (naturally) he inquired with preternatural innocence, "Which grass?" We had a nice visit with his mother, admiring her gigantic hollyhocks and meeting her trial cat. She has, at present, two huge black-and-white long-haired cats, one called Reuben and one called Violet. (She didn't name them.) This strikes me as amusing. We had dinner at an absolutely amazing Indian restaurant that I had not realized was there, and drove home into a weird sunset that featured, not a rainbow, but a rainblob, a circular blob of all the right colors in the right order centered on a spiral of high wispy cloud. To one side of that was the actual sunset, a towering wall of dark gray with red and orange on either side.
Raphael and I have been watching tapes of "E.R." I never could get into a fad when it was current, and I spend a certain amount of time Just Not Looking (it's interesting how much information one can get from dialogue alone), but I'm quite entranced.
My brother Matt was in town for a brief visit and gave me a barite rose from Oklahoma (or maybe Kansas).
Because of the demise of the lawn mower, the back yard had a chance to grow itself to the point where I absolutely could not mow a great deal of the north half of it, which is all full of black-eyed Susans and daisy fleabane. There's a splendid bit where ordinary Shasta daisies and daisy fleabane grow together, with the daisy fleabane looking like a minature version of the Shasta. I will have to remember that for future more organized years. In addition to whatever else I have said was blooming, I've got a dark-red hollyhock and a huge clump of echinacea. The echinacea never did like the bed I put it into, and it's now in the yard, three times as large and twice as floriferous. I guess it can stay there. It's not as if I liked the grass.
We have wrens. I think they are house wrens, but I will try to find out today for certain. They have a rigid schedule, which involves descending on the mulberry trees in a raucous cloud at about seven-fifteen, making a tremendous racket for about twenty minutes, and then leaving abruptly.
The book is creeping along. I think it will creep faster once I know whether we are actually getting this refinancing deal.
And Eric and I seem to be getting a little more talented at this long-distance affair. We've had some awfully good email and telehone conversations recently.
Pamela
We have a closing date for our refinancing and home--equity loan application. This doesn't mean things can't go wrong, since David specifically asked about that and it sounded as if they were just beginning the process of looking at the paperwork. I hope that our cash shortfall doesn't make us look too bad. I hope that if they laugh at us, at least they won't point. If this all goes through, life will be about six hundred percent better all around. And Lydy might get to have the occasional lunch out, too.
I still passionately hate David's employers. If they had done what they said they would, we wouldn't have had a cash shortfall.
In household news, the skinny black cat with the poodle cut does not have cancer and is not yet in kidney failure. My own cat has purple pawpads from treading in the fallen ripe mulberries. David and I went to Northfield yesterday, past medians and slopes furred and silky with ornamental grasses, white and reddish and greenish. David remarked that he didn't know if they were native grasses or not but that they certainly seemed very pleased. I told him that one of them was called "switch grass" and (naturally) he inquired with preternatural innocence, "Which grass?" We had a nice visit with his mother, admiring her gigantic hollyhocks and meeting her trial cat. She has, at present, two huge black-and-white long-haired cats, one called Reuben and one called Violet. (She didn't name them.) This strikes me as amusing. We had dinner at an absolutely amazing Indian restaurant that I had not realized was there, and drove home into a weird sunset that featured, not a rainbow, but a rainblob, a circular blob of all the right colors in the right order centered on a spiral of high wispy cloud. To one side of that was the actual sunset, a towering wall of dark gray with red and orange on either side.
Raphael and I have been watching tapes of "E.R." I never could get into a fad when it was current, and I spend a certain amount of time Just Not Looking (it's interesting how much information one can get from dialogue alone), but I'm quite entranced.
My brother Matt was in town for a brief visit and gave me a barite rose from Oklahoma (or maybe Kansas).
Because of the demise of the lawn mower, the back yard had a chance to grow itself to the point where I absolutely could not mow a great deal of the north half of it, which is all full of black-eyed Susans and daisy fleabane. There's a splendid bit where ordinary Shasta daisies and daisy fleabane grow together, with the daisy fleabane looking like a minature version of the Shasta. I will have to remember that for future more organized years. In addition to whatever else I have said was blooming, I've got a dark-red hollyhock and a huge clump of echinacea. The echinacea never did like the bed I put it into, and it's now in the yard, three times as large and twice as floriferous. I guess it can stay there. It's not as if I liked the grass.
We have wrens. I think they are house wrens, but I will try to find out today for certain. They have a rigid schedule, which involves descending on the mulberry trees in a raucous cloud at about seven-fifteen, making a tremendous racket for about twenty minutes, and then leaving abruptly.
The book is creeping along. I think it will creep faster once I know whether we are actually getting this refinancing deal.
And Eric and I seem to be getting a little more talented at this long-distance affair. We've had some awfully good email and telehone conversations recently.
Pamela
