Sharon Lee ( rolanni) wrote,
Sharon Lee
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An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome. . .

Last evening, Steve and I went comet hunting -- and we bagged one!  Speaking for myself, I'm always pleased when I can see anything through binoculars (Steve had brought the Big Telescope, but we decided not to get it out since the astronomical binoculars were sufficient unto the task).  The crescent moon was just brilliant -- and I saw Jupiter, too, sitting right next to it.  Steve also saw three Jovian moons, but I'm not that good.

We finally left our vantage point on the ridge clearcut because we were freezing, and because the comet had traveled out of our line of sight, and came home to celebratory grilled cheese sammiches.

This morning was the morning that I was going to take my car to the Subaru Dealer in Augusta and spend (so said my pessimism, which is rarely wrong) thousands of dollars getting the ABS brakes fixed-or-replaced.

This mission was made somewhat more complex by the fact that the (brand! new! in August)  battery was stone cold dead and not even a click could be gotten out of it when I turned the key in the ignition.

I went back into the house, and called AAA, which promised a truck within the next 45 minutes, and then I called the garage, explained the whole business and asked if I was taking the car to Augusta or bringing it down to him.  He said to bring it to him and he'd figure out what was going on.

Which he did.

The (brand! new! in August) alternator was stone cold dead -- and, no, we don't know why.  However, the mechanic declared it defective and put another in, free of charge.  So, yay! I saved thousands of dollars, but still got to worry.

In other news, my credit card was (according to BOA) "compromised" via a "third party vendor," and they sent me a new one (credit card, not third-party vendor, though come to think of it, I might need one of those, too...)  Which has the damn chip embedded. They didn't even ask this time.

Carousel Seas, meanwhile, informs me that it must be a bifurcated narrative, instead of All Kate All the Time.  This troubles me, but the reasons given are compelling, and the book itself is adamant, so there we have it.

Now that I've accepted the inevitable, I need to rewrite a piece-already-written, and work out how the two threads will shadow each other.  Mozart will be pleased -- this will require some serious couch time with pen and paper.

For those playing along at home -- you thought we'd had the last snow of the year, didn't you?  Yeah, so did I.  Fooled us both, they did.

We currently reside beneath a Winter Storm Warning, with 10-14 inches of heavy, wet snow expected to fall between early Tuesday morning and midnight.  Yes, Wednesday is the first day of Spring; what's your point?

. . .I do believe that catches us up.

If you need more, I'll be on the couch with Mozart.

Tags: carousel seas, coon cat logic, everybody talks about the weather, life after the apocalypse, the writer at work
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