Six days and one new friend later...
- 49,385 words (if poetry, lines) long
- 85.25 hrs. revised
Hello. I'm attempting to eat a ham and cheese sandwich without using my front teeth. It's loads of fun. You should try it sometime. No, really.
Ahem. That was me attempting to distract you. You're not supposed to notice how long it's been since my last update. Didn't work, did it? Drat. Oh well. It's been something like six days since my last update. But I have Reasons! They're over there, on the right. Lookit! Lookittapicture!
I'm the short one. John's the male one. That leaves Cate to be the one in the middle. We're at the Dushanbe Tea House on a Friday afternoon, having just had pots of tea and three plates full of dainties and suchlike. (Which I attempted to eat without using my front teeth.) We're about to head next door to the Boulder Museum of Contemporary Art. And we started the day at 8,000 feet above sea level. And that was just Friday.
You can click on the picture to find out how John met Cate. They were at Gen Con. And see, there's the thing. You just never know, right, when your husband meets a new friend while he's out of town, whether you'll actually get along with said husband's said friend. You hope you will, but differences have happened before, and if you don't get along, that'll suck, because he's really good friends with her and she'll be in town for half a week and if you don't actually end up liking each other that'll make it a really long and uncomfortable half-week, right?
Yes, I worry. Can you tell? I'm a neurotic little bundle of nerves. But the bright side to that is, when things don't turn out for the worst, I get all pleasantly surprised and delighted. And "delight" is the word for when someone arrives on Wednesday generous enough to accept you for the sake of your marriage to her friend, and leaves on Saturday having become your friend too. See? No suckage!
And "melancholy," of course, is the word for the drive back from the airport after saying goodbye. But John and I are scheming. Oh yes. We scheme and plot and move our eyebrows up and down in shifty, scheming ways. By the end of the year, there will be another visit. Oh yes. And we three shall terrorize Bloomington! Mwahahahahaaaaa!
(And by then, I'll be able to use my front teeth when I eat ham-and-cheese sandwiches and tea-time dainties. Yay!)
So what with one thing and another, today was my first day getting back to the Novel. Nothing new today, unfortunately. Just cleaning up the page-and-a-half leading up to where I left off last time. But hey! Now that page-and-a-half is sparkling clean.