The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I thought my steed was my best friend.
I'm not even going to go there.

The morning coffee is hot, black, and ready.

I actually got a little Lit writing done this morning. I have a bunch of Winter Contest stories started but none finished. I need to fix that also.
 
Gawd. Puppy just got me up. This 5:30am nonsense has to stop. Had that fresh pot ready just in time, Tx! Thanks!

Pi doesn't know it yet - he won't sit still long enough to have a meaningful conversation - but he's going to be treated to doggy day care today. The occasion is our quarterly Costco run. The round trip and shopping take four hours, and that's pushin' it. His day at the spa gives us time to take it easy, and especially enjoy restaurants we don't have near our little town.

Current story I'm working on is now at 18K words, and that's only covering Friday evening of an all-weekend sexcapade. My FMC is having a blast at a swinger resort trying to "fill a scorecard". Her loving fella is gettin' some, too.

Ack. Puppy is whining and biting my hand for attention. That, too, needs to stop. Makes it difficult to type. Eh... probably should let 'im out.
 
Good morning all .... time for coffee.

And it made me smile hearing about Pi this morning. :)🐶
 
What is this inappropriate, you speak of?

Blueberry muffins for breakfast.
 
I was buried in my story this morning then got torn out of it by the sounds of the garbage truck over on the next block. I hurried to put the bin by the street. Now I'm knocking on the door, trying to get back into Writer's World. I left Ivy with her cellphone, recording an interview with her boyfriend's dad.

No-one's answering. Maybe I'll find out later what he told her.
 
... the way I like it, just like my women.
Okay everybody, pick an entendre. Is it the way he likes his women, or what his women like (including him), or what his women like (excluding him), or is it actually about his women's preferences in coffee? And how large is the harem of his women? Inquiring minds have no business knowing, but still try to find out.
 
Last night's class was a brain bender. Ohms law looks simple E = I * R but hams, being humans, only survive on the methodology of taking something sweet and simple and screwing the living hell out of it. I finished the class with something REAL - teaching new hams the fun of programming Baofeng radios.

When I got home my muse was waiting behind the door with a baseball bat and a gunnysack full of ravenous plot bunnies. My re-tooling of the climax of We're a Wonderful Wife spawned yet another chapter and before I got to bed, my 9-chapter story is now facing 13 chapters.

When I got up this morning there was a guy at my front door threatening to fix my hot tub. "I dare ya mister!" and he did it - to the tune of a fried motherboard. Why does a hottub have a motherboard? Thermostat, heater, jets, lights, and a few buttons - what more is needed? Back to writing while the coffee pot is still working
 
There's always someone with a bag of Skittles, but it's been years since I bought any.
'Skittles.' The mind works in mysterious ways - I found myself wondering why they came up with the name 'Skittles' for what I assume is some sort of confectionery/candy. Then I wondered why the Brits had changed the name of ninepins to skittles but Americans had opted for an extra pin and called it 10 pin bowling.

Pins for skittles are made of Hornbeam a native but rare timber in Britain. Since the demise of the wheelwright's trade it is the only known use for this wood. Now I have wasted a tiny fraction of your brainspace with that information I shall depart.:)
 
Ishtat, According to the ladies of the house, my brain is already stuffed with useless information like that so what's a little more among friends.

The evening coffee is late but ready.

Supper is late. In fact, no one decided to cook. Grill cheese sandwiches and tomato soup as I type this.

I spent most of the day in the shop.
 
Ishtat, According to the ladies of the house, my brain is already stuffed with useless information like that so what's a little more among friends.

The evening coffee is late but ready.

Supper is late. In fact, no one decided to cook. Grill cheese sandwiches and tomato soup as I type this.

I spent most of the day in the shop.
The Trivial Persuit game has been banned within 100km of any grid square that I am occupying due the fact that my head is packed like Ishtat, i remember reading about Hornbeam, but I can't remember where I left the shopping list before my weekly run to the Wynn Dixie. I do remember to return with Canada Dry Extra Bold Ginger Ale (MAN That stuff is good!)

Thursday night at the doghouse is leftover night. Because I've been busy this week, many of the menu items were a complete surprise. Salsbury steak? When did we have that? "You were at the legion that night." When did you make the Chicken Puttanesca? "That was the night you were at the County Emergency Operations Center."

I don't dare ask what they had the night I was shooting pool, there were no leftovers
 
'Skittles.' The mind works in mysterious ways - I found myself wondering why they came up with the name 'Skittles' for what I assume is some sort of confectionery/candy. Then I wondered why the Brits had changed the name of ninepins to skittles but Americans had opted for an extra pin and called it 10 pin bowling.

Pins for skittles are made of Hornbeam a native but rare timber in Britain. Since the demise of the wheelwright's trade it is the only known use for this wood. Now I have wasted a tiny fraction of your brainspace with that information I shall depart.:)
Tot for tat - the story I heard about bowling was that the Moral Busies of New York, then New Amsterdam, attempted to ban the popular game of nine-pins, claiming that it would corrupt morals (similar, I suppose, to children in my day being legally barred from entering any place comta8ning a pinball machine). People got around the law by inserting a 10th pin in the middle.
 
Cheers Tx. Watching thunderstorms roll in from the north. I could smell the rain well before it arrived.
 
No rain here until next Monday and Tuesday when the next cold front is supposed to roll through. high of 84 is what they say for today and the two days after. Then back into the low 70's for the next four days. The Fall roller coaster is starting.
 
I've heard tell about that thing called 'rain.' It's something like the stuff used to make coffee or some part of coffee. None of it here and seems to be none forever so far this year.

I've even seen fish walking down a dry creek bed carrying a bottle of water as they migrate back east. Their scales look a bit brittle and they don't say much as they pass by. Not because their impolite ... just cause they're conserving water.

Reminds me of that old WC Fields crude remark, goes something like: 'Water. I never drink water ... fish f*ck in it!'

My bad! I need coffee. Been trying to write too long today. The hand and finger hurts from typing so long.
 
We've had enough of the wet stuff to keep the fish happy and the grass more or less green. Of course, what I call grass is more weeds than anything. I call it native grass and everyone around here nods their heads.

I'm trying to finish at last two of the eight Winter Contest stories I have started before I have to start my new YA series of books. I have ideas and notes on six stories but my publisher wants eight. I keep reminding him how old I am but he doesn't listen.
 
We've had enough of the wet stuff to keep the fish happy and the grass more or less green. Of course, what I call grass is more weeds than anything. I call it native grass and everyone around here nods their heads.

I'm trying to finish at last two of the eight Winter Contest stories I have started before I have to start my new YA series of books. I have ideas and notes on six stories but my publisher wants eight. I keep reminding him how old I am but he doesn't listen.
age is just a state of mind...have you done one about the librarian/socerer yet?
 
I'll go ahead and make the morning coffee since I'm still writing.

The mind is fine with the age but the body is complaining a lot. Old age is not for the faint of heart.
 
I'll go ahead and make the morning coffee since I'm still writing.

The mind is fine with the age but the body is complaining a lot. Old age is not for the faint of heart.
only for the courageous...
 
No rain here until next Monday and Tuesday when the next cold front is supposed to roll through. high of 84 is what they say for today and the two days after. Then back into the low 70's for the next four days. The Fall roller coaster is starting.
No rain here anymore (probably) till next rainy season (wich is towards May/June)
 
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