Finally home. Yes I mean it. Finally Really

Okay, Yes I'm finally home. HOME. 

Lots have happened since my last blog. I came home from Massachusetts and planned to settle in. THEN, daughter's furniture arrived later than planned and no one was there to help her...and baby. SOOOO off I went to her new house and well, went crazy.

Daughter called me a 'mad woman'.

You see, once we had a little Cocker Spaniel  who loved to dig what I called 'ankle-breakers' or little holes in the ground to twist your ankle as you walked. She smelled a mole I know and went for it. Dirt would fly. She would dig, raise her head ( snout covered with dirt) sniff again for that darn mole and back into the earth. More dirt would fly.
That was me. One box after another and packing paper would fly. However, night one-we slept in beds covered with sheets and blankets. Day two, she had the beginning of a kitchen, baby room set up, office taking shape. Day three. Done. or well enough to live and feel a sense of home. Groceries bought, laundry working and shelves done. Oh and garage cleaned up to park cars in. SUCCESS!!
However, I came home again. Exhausted. I couldn't think much less move.








Once I revived a few days later, I have managed  to get my files from my laptop to my desktop of

  Red Fury Revolt.  

book one of my Agricola series

Where Roman Britain deals with one really pissed off woman named Boudica.

No small feat because I felt I had to dig around in my programs to find where they were I do not have a sense of organization which involve computers or USB sticks. Very frustrating. Boxes are easier.
Yet, I did organize my  research on my trucker story...again and can get started back on that too.

The Highwayman. 

My mature romance that takes to the roads in a fantastic chrome plated black Peterbuilt semi.

Oh did I say I somehow managed to rearrange my office and clean it up the place so I can possibly think again.  I have really missed being heree. So tomorrow begins a new day, a new attack. Oh and yes, I have to start exercising too.

Yeah Right. 

ONWARD and wish me luck,

J

I think I'm back home

That's right. I think I'm back home after four months of absenteeism.  I called it my tour of duty. My husband made two tours of duty when in the Navy and now I think I have. It started with the  news of our new granddaughter. So I went out to help my daughter with the  arrival of our first grandchild and babysit.
Leaving was hard. I had to give up my desk top and go to my laptop. What clothes to take? I even had to learn to use my cell phone...yes that means answering it as well as writing and responding to messages.
I also left with a new kitchen being installed. Ironically, it's my husband's because he's a better cook than me. I clean up.
So, now I'm back home or I think I am. It's horrible when you have to ask your husband how to turn on the oven, run the microwave, and even how to run a load of dishes in the dishwasher. Of course they all work for him...not me. They like him better.
That's not the end of it.  My desktop feels slighted and ignored and is punishing me like a cat. Programs aren't working. I can't remember where 'that' is, was, or should be. And some programs just won't work. Oh they will on my laptop. Sure. So here I am. On my laptop planning to get my computer guru here to figure it out. Both computers need a 'well-baby' check up anyway. You know those virus these machines can catch.
And that office I used to use. What a mess! And I have so many things to bring in there now like a picture of my granddaughter so I won't forget there is a life outside that room.

Oh and I haven't dared walk outside to see the yard. I discovered that hubby can pull weeds and has a nice touch with flowers. He even waters them. But if I set foot out there I know one more entry will be added to my ta-do list. Weed. Water. Mow. Already I've found caterpillars chowing down on one tree. What else will attack me.

So, I escape to my world of writing to run away from it all. Update: I did manage to get Threatened Loyalties up on Amazon.(Should I venture out side Amazon to Nook and Google books?) Red Fury is with my new editor +Cindy Vallar who is a godsend with her patience and expertise.

And I'm drafting a new story a mature romance I should be working on instead of posting this. It's set on an 18 wheeler and is turning into so much fun. What a world that is...trucking.



So, onward to settling back home with all the 'gotta do's" and "shoulda do's" and whatever else. But my pillows felt wonderful. My very own shower was delightful. And walking with my neighbor was awesome last night. Life is good.
Stay tuned, I'll tell you about learning to live in New England. I loved it.
J
http://www.jfridgley.com