“Testing the Waters”: 687

Ken’s home! Ken’s home. [happy dance]

Rejection from Alchemy for “Soulsearching”, and because the post office decided to spontaneously stop forwarding our mail again, a late-received rejection from Space & Time for “I Sing a Song of Mourning”. Phooh.

Uh oh. We’ve just become e-bay whores. See, he’s installing a garage door opener (his mom’s old one) and needs transmitters. Found some cheap ones on e-bay. So we’ve signed up. Now, the other day I checked on e-bay for the KKR book I’m looking for, and found a whole series set for $5. It’s still there, and nobody’s bid on it, so I’ve bid. Two days…I’m already biting my nails.

Faithful readers, please note that I’m still looking for a copy of the audiocassette “Stained Black” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch. Also, I’ve checked and e-bay doesn’t have a poster/print/picture I’ve been passionately in love with since, oh, the late 80s. It shows a woman’s crossed hands/wrists, tied with spaghetti. If you found this for me, even in questionable condition, you would make my year. Possibly even my decade. (Let’s not even talk about how happy a Styx Crystal Ball paperweight would make me…)

Wow, what a busy day. Ken installed the garage door opener. Marty came over and they consulted on electrical stuff; he’ll be back over Labor Day weekend, when they’ll run the 240 for the industrial sewing machines and do some other stuff. (I don’t understand electricity, so that’s the best explanation you’re going to get from me.) I unpacked the boxes that we shipped from NY, mostly being china cups and saucers that were my grandmother’s. Her set of china (which I also have) didn’t have many cups, so my mom bought her ones from all over. Some are gorgeous, others less so. Anyway, I gave them all a good washing, and put them away. Eventually I have to do the same for the whole set of china… Then, Ken and I spent several hours cleaning the woodshop—throwing out old paint and crap that the former owners had left behind, organising all the tools, vacuuming a thick layer of sawdust, and so forth. We finished at 10 p.m. Phew. I made philly cheese steak sandwiches for dinner, along with coleslaw (which I didn’t make). We rounded out the day sitting in the hot tub and talking about the library bookshelf project and other renovations we’d like to do.

Ack, though, no writing. Ken’s sitting in the living room now; I think I’ll go pitch my haunted hot tub story at him and get some ideas for the sticky parts of the plot.