“Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts: and no one to thank.”
~Christina Georgina Rosetti
I have to admit, mine has been a bit up & down. :knock
The up part is that I AM HAPPY to be making wonderful progress with my “Dynasties: The Kincaids” story for Harlequin Desire. Yes, it’s true that I still feel as though I’m dreadfully behind. I look at the calendar, look at how much I have done & how much I still have to do, &…well, let’s just say that I keep a paper bag handy for my frequent bouts of hyperventilation. It doesn’t help, either, that page-wise, I’m very nearly finished with the book. Plot-wise, however, I’ve got miles & miles left to go. How it that even possible?! And yet I ask that, knowing this is exactly what happens with every single book. So chances are, I’m right on track. :whistledev
I also have to send out mad I AM HAPPY props to Madame Mommy Dearest, who celebrated her sdhaidfningagehth birthday yesterday. I hope she had a great day, even though I failed in my annual duty of taking her out for a lovely all-expenses-paid birthday meal. But as mentioned above, I’m coming up on the tail end of a deadline, with massive panic as my constant companion, & thankfully she’s quite understanding about these things. I gave her a few nice gifts (which she claims to love *g*) & a rain check for a post-deadline outing of her choice. There—have I redeemed myself at least a little bit? :oucher
The down part—which went back up fairly quickly, so nobody panic :smack —happened Friday night. I’d closed up the house around 9pm, when it started to get dark & rainy outside, then went back upstairs to write. Around midnight, though, the power went out & ask I was walking around with a flashlight, I realized I hadn’t been bothered by a cat even once the entire evening. And they always take turns bothering me. Feed me. Love me. Play with me. Make him stop biting me. That sort of thing. So I started searching. One cat—one—greeted me, & the rest were MIA. OMG! How is that even possible? It took me about three rounds of the house & a rapidly increasing panic attack to realize that MY CATS WERE NOT IN THE HOUSE! Which, again, is nigh to impossible. I never let them out; everyone who ever comes to my house hears exactly the same thing: “Don’t let the cats out!”
It took a while for me to figure out what happened, but turns out the back door screen had been pushed out. I suspect one of them lunged against it in excitement when he saw a bird/squirrel/stray cat & it just happened to pull free of its frame, because they don’t normally push or dig to get out. But here’s the worst part: I NEVER NOTICED when I closed up the house (not the ripped screen or the fact that 90% of my children had escaped) & actually locked them out. In the dark. In the rain. For three hours.
You cannot even imagine how petrified I was. And remember, it was midnight, in the middle of a thunderstorm, in the middle of a power outage. But I went outside, anyway, in my underwear (yes, it was another bra & undies adventure! :ROFL ), flashlight in hand. As soon as I started calling for them, a few of them came running. Thank You, Jesus! Soaking wet, wondering what the hell was going on. I mean, at first it was an adventure, sure; but then it was just dark & wet & scary & somebody had locked them out of the house. :bloody One of them, though, must have been more frightened than the others, because when I finally spotted little eyes shining in the flashlight beam, he was hiding in the bushes (which I got to wade through…in my bare feet & underwear…& remember, it was pouring down rain, so everything was already soaking wet & getting worse). Then when I managed to coax him out, he ran across the yard & under the shed. Good. Fine. That put him closer to the house & at least I knew he was safe. But he liked it under there; it was dry & cozy & nothing—including me!—could get to him under there. So now picture me in the rain, in my underwear, pitch black except for a not-very-bright flashlight, lying on the ground on my stomach trying to coax my most fraidy-cat kitteh out from under the shed. A shed that sits off the ground about a foot & is surrounded on all sides by three-foot-high tiger lily plants. Sigh.
It took me what felt like forever to lure him close to me. Oh—& shaking the snacky container may have worked with the others, but this cat…he is made of sterner & less blackmailable stuff. :kittylaugh I actually had to crawl about halfway under the shed…through the tiger lilies (poor things may never recover ), through the dirt & God knows what else has been living under there (there’s a reason no one spends time under a ratty old tool shed, you know ) Finally, though, I was able to reach him, grab him, carry him inside…& never, ever let him out of my sight again.
You know, until the next time disaster strikes. :hide
So on a ginormous scale…
I AM HAPPY I discovered the torn screen when I did.
I AM HAPPY they all—well, almost all—came running back home when I called for them.
And I AM HAPPY that almost no matter what else happens in my life today, tomorrow, & for the next little while, I will be able to look back on that very scary experience & remember that something with the potential to be very, very bad turned out just fine, & that as long as my babies are safe, I’ve really got no room to complain.
All right, I know that was a really long story without much of a punchline other than & I thank you for humoring me. So now it’s your turn. Tell us what great, wonderful, whew! moments happened to you this week. And feel free to start with “I AM HAPPY Heidi finally shut up about searching for her cats in her underwear. Again.” :ROFL
And now for the winner of this week’s Free Book Friday giveaway—that unclaimed copy of the Stud Muffins: Luscious, Delectable, Yummy (and Good Muffin Recipes, Too!) cookbook.
:getdown Shannon!!! :getdown
Congratulations, Shannon! :claphat Please contact me with your full name & mailing information, & I’ll get your book out to you as soon as I can!
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