Friday, June 28, 2013
Rainy and cool
Never managed to blog yesterday. Wednesday, I worked flat out in the morning. In the afternoon, I was one of the “hostesses” on the House Tour, benefitting a local library. THAT was quite the experience, let me tell you!
The house was gorgeous, no doubt about it. Absolutely beautifully designed and situated — view of the ocean from one side of windows, view of the river from the other. Everything perfectly chosen and staged — which was exactly that — it felt like a stage set. Or a film set. A beautiful one, but a set. I loved looking at it, I enjoyed the choices, but I didn’t want it — this house wouldn’t be conducive to the way I live my life. But I still appreciated its beauty — I simply did not covet it.
What was fascinating was the wide array of people who tromped through it, and the questions they asked. I did have to scold one woman, who started going through drawers and closets. The owners (or whoever staged the place for them) were smart and had removed everything from drawers and closets, and removed any little knick-knacks someone could have pocketed. But still–you’re not being shown through the place by a realtor with an eye to buying it. You’ve been invited to look at the exquisite design of someone’s home. At least PRETEND to have a little class and/or decorum!
Another guy got very agitated about who supplied the orchids in the house. We weren’t given ANY information about the place at all (which made it difficult to answer questions), so I certainly had no idea if the orchids belonged to the owner, the landscaper, the stager, or had been provided by the organization sponsoring the house tour. This gentleman was very adamant about whose job it was to provide them. They were THERE, so I didn’t see what the big deal was, and suggested that he ask the organizers.
People wanted to know things that made sense, like when the house was built (which, of course, we hadn’t been told) and things that didn’t, like which of the six bedrooms the family used as the master. Some came in and criticized everything. Yes, the decor might not be to everyone’s taste, but don’t deride it until you’re down the street! Especially when you come in wearing shorts and flip-flops from Walmart.
I got a LOT of material for future books and short stories, and I will gleefully skewer some of these people.
I’m glad I did it, I learned a lot (on many different levels), I enjoyed my fellow hostesses, and I was glad I wore comfortable shoes! 😉
Thursday, I managed to write 1000 words on a short story before yoga, went to yoga. Difficult class. Glad to be challenged, but I was struggling. Came back, got a few things done with students, editing clients, pitches, talk with my agent.
Iris wasn’t doing well yesterday, and my mom was very upset. She seems a little better today, but we’re still worried. Iris is my mother’s favorite, so she worries about her a lot. I figure if something’s really wrong, Violet or Tessa will let me know, because they’re good at that. She’s better today and has a good appetite, so let’s hope it was just another of her “episodes.”
In the afternoon, I headed over to the National Marine Life Center. It was time to release Townsend, our first seal, after 8 1/2 months of rehabilitation. Townsend was our poster boy, and the inspiration for Sammy in MURDER ‘SEALS’ THE DEAL. We will miss him a lot. He was so good when he got his satellite tag put on — he’s used to being handled by those specific individuals, so he trusts them.
I also got to meet our two new little ragamuffins, Mike and Ike, who are just as cute as little buttons, and say hi to Lucky, who’s flipper is healing nicely and is in the big tank on his own.
We got Townsend loaded up and headed over to Scusset Beach, where a big crowd gathered to send him off. He bopped right down to the water, and once the crowd cheered him, spent time swimming back and forth nearby, showing off. He’s always been a hambone, and this was the biggest audience he ever had! He made the most of it, before taking off. It was great to see him having fun in the surf — may he have a long and happy seal life in the ocean!
Home, dinner, Tessa flushed Iris out of her hiding place, to bed pretty early. Up early this morning, dealing with storm stuff, and lots of writing and editing to do today and throughout the weekend. Thunderstorms mean I should go offline for awhile — time to write in longhand!
Two submissions out already; would like to get at least one more out today, and then have some new short stories to finish, prep, and get out before Sunday.
Have a great one, people!