Two Sets of Corrections

The copy-edited manuscript of THE HOUR OF MY DEATH arrived Saturday and I’ve been working on it full time all week. That’s the first set of corrections. I’m almost halfway through but it’s very slow going. Copy-editors do love commas. She also wants every number written out. Like, it’s 42F this morning would be forty-two Fahrenheit.  Ugh! She did catch some repetitions that I’m editing out now.  And some of her suggestions are good. But a lot are meaningless.

I know. I keep writing about the last of the tomatoes, but they keep coming! Finally, Woody pulled the vines this week.  Last night we had our tomatoes with avocados in a salad. The day before, tomato soup. You get the picture. Tonight, Gigi and Ralph are coming for supper.  I saw Gigi this week and we had a good chat Tuesday early afternoon. I gave her some of our excess veggies. The gardens are winding down. Woody loves this. I don’t know how many more beans he'll will be able to pick.

On to the next: Woody had his second cataract operation this week and it went extremely well. He was cleared to drive the very next afternoon. We celebrated by going to Newcomb Hollow to watch the huge breakers coming, white caps as far as the eye can see. Beautiful and daunting. No surfers. That surprised me.

Now that it has finally cooled down again, I’ve resumed bring out transitional and fall clothes. I have too many skirts. I don’t wear them as much as I used to. However, once it’s sweater weather, I’ll begin wearing them far more often.

I don’t love Monday holidays. They never actually feel like a holiday. Friday holidays would make so much more sense. I dread the end of Daylight Savings Time. I hate night coming in the afternoon, eating at what looks like midnight. I crave more light.

I didn’t write any poems this week or even edit older ones. Correcting and revising will take at least this coming week. I’d love to get the entire mss done by next Friday….

So many people are looking for work and so many others face uncertainty about whether their jobs will continue or terminate abruptly.  These are grim times indeed for those of us who are not MAGA billionaires.