The last week and a half was a complicated week and a half. Too complicated to post or even mention at Facebook. A roller coaster. Nothing horrible and a few things really good, but...well, complicated. Wrote about it, though, so I think I've learned a few things. I thought after the Maritime Festival and going away for a couple days around Tom's birthday that maybe life might smooth out a bit. Somehow I don't think that's going to happen.

Today started too early (I'm not yet caught up from not getting off the phone last Thursday night until 2 a.m. Friday morning) but had an interesting memoir writers group this morning. Called a friend from the library parking lot -- she'd had shoulder surgery last Thursday so I was checking to see if she needed anything or just wanted company for a bit. Ended up picking up some Chinese on the way over, so we ate then I took her out to do some errands, including introducing me to the farm where she gets raw milk and cream, eggs, and other produce, etc.

I'm beginning to think every main road in New Hampshire and Maine is under construction. And most of it involves sitting in a long line waiting for the traffic to come from the other direction. EVERY road. Sigh. Finally got home around 4:30. (Left the house at 9 a.m.) But...got to listen all day to the two Cosy Sheridan CDs I got Saturday night at her concert at Red & Shorty's. It's really nice having her back in New England after so many years in Moab, Utah.

Broke another tooth today (actually, that's the first in over a year)...the front fell off. Yes, I was eating lunch, but I don't think I'd actually bitten anything at the time. Not exactly out of sight, but not prominent (thank gawd!) either. (Sort of in the front of being on the upper side -- not obvious but if someone were looking, they'd see it.) Maybe that's why I'm a bit bummed today, though the day was actually pretty good. Still tired, though, and still waiting for the electrician. It's only 6:29 and I'm trying to stay awake. And I can't go under-react with a book upstairs because I'm waiting for the electrician. Can't call anybody...because I'm waiting for the electrician. Can't make supper...because I'm waiting for the electrician.

Stilly, before I get to work selling stuff individually online, I need to call a couple dealers in and just convert some cubic footage into cash in bulk. The leather top hat case and the 19th century French duelling epees are in a friend's antique shop, I'm waiting for a check for the top hat (which went to a friend along with the deerstalker, and he'll probably buy the circa 1914 London-made tailcoat to go with the hat).

Well, the electrician is 40 minutes late, so I think I'll make and eat supper and then retire and wait for his phone call. It's going to be an early night tonight.

Linn