I don’t think I ever had a black eye before. It’s kinda cool, really. Of course, it would be a lot cooler if I didn’t get it tripping myself while stepping up on a high curb — if I didn’t get it because I was talking to my grandson in my daughter’s arms and didn’t watch where I was going. It was almost worth it, though, to hear my grandson walk around all evening saying “boo-boo. Fall down. Grammy.”
I went out to Boston again, unexpectedly and last minute to take them too look at a house that sounded affordable. (The “gnome home” didn’t work out; concern about insulation……) Another marathon trip with no tangible results — until they asked me stay another day……and I did…..and they found and put and offer on (which was accepted) a really nice little ranch house right next to a nature conservancy in a little western Massachusetts town with a great school system.
Before that successful house acquisition, I was looking for something to read while others were napping, and so I scoured my son-in-law’s sci fi collection and came up with Fritz Leiber’s “Conjure Wife” . And then, in a fit of witchy inspiration, I took some hair from their hair brushes, and when we were looking around the house that they wanted so badly to buy, I dropped the hair on the property and casually stroked a few auspicious rune symbols into the nearby dirt.
Now, combine that with my son-in-law’s in-jest comment after my tumble that, now that we’ve made our blood sacrifice, the fates would find them a house, I might figure that our little magics worked. But we all know that those things are not the case, right?
While driving back and forth across the state of Massachusetts,I did listen to a wonderful novel on audio CD — The Art of Mending by Elizabeth Berg. I’ve read some of her other stuff, but this is her best so far. I’ve also begun listening to a collection of Elmore Leonard’s short stories When the Women Came out to Dance. I couldn’t resist the title, and they’re also quite good.
Of course, what I really should be doing is working on the grant proposals that I’m getting paid to write. I got off to a great start and then got interrupted by the unexpected Boston trip. But now that’s all over and I can get back to work. Black eye, bloody knee, and all.