Let me see if I can say this without weeping buckets like I did yesterday when I thought about it, that my vision of heaven involves being greeted at the gates by all the dogs we've ever owned: Tina and Freelove, Sandy, Blackie, Hugo, Crazy Bella, Wendy, and, ultimately, our sweet Sonya.
I'm working on the Wendy Book now. It will be about forty pages of blog entries and photos. Wendy was our first post-children dog.
Oops, Gotta go. I'm getting misty-eyed.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Right Eye
Fiorella's right eye had been watering all day and she woke up in the middle of the night with sticky eyelashes. She felt sort of odd too, like she might have a temperature. This called for a consultation with a fever thermometer and Dr. Google.
Fio couldn't find the thermometer, but, according to the good doctor, she has an eye infection, possibly pink eye, which means she's going to be off to the ophthalmologist's office as soon as it opens.
Think good thoughts to Fio's right eye. It's the seeing one.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Accident
Fio had an auto accident yesterday. She rear ended a taxi cab.
She had spotted the shiny yellow vehicle several minutes earlier and marveled both at its beauty and the fact that it was tooling down a rural road. The taxi stopped at the red light at the exit onto the highway, and Fiorella, who was a comfortable distance behind, started to brake. But her foot slipped off the brake and got caught between the brake and the accelerator..
In slow motion, she saw the back of the yellow cab getting closer and closer. Finally, her foot found the brake again--at the very same moment her baby car made contact with the cab.
No one was hurt and the only damage to the cab was two dime-sized chips out of it shiny yellow hide. Fio's baby car now sports a dented-in front license plate and a yellow smudge.
Thank God it wasn't worse.
She had spotted the shiny yellow vehicle several minutes earlier and marveled both at its beauty and the fact that it was tooling down a rural road. The taxi stopped at the red light at the exit onto the highway, and Fiorella, who was a comfortable distance behind, started to brake. But her foot slipped off the brake and got caught between the brake and the accelerator..
In slow motion, she saw the back of the yellow cab getting closer and closer. Finally, her foot found the brake again--at the very same moment her baby car made contact with the cab.
No one was hurt and the only damage to the cab was two dime-sized chips out of it shiny yellow hide. Fio's baby car now sports a dented-in front license plate and a yellow smudge.
Thank God it wasn't worse.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
At Last!
The divine Liza called on Monday and told Fiorella that PRINCESS OF BOSQUE BEND is good to go--except that it needs a new title--a darker, stronger one. After a brief mourning period, Fio called on her RWA chapter, friends, and family for help. Among the latter, it was like she had run a comedy contest--yes, Fio comes from witty genes. Friends and chaptermates gave more able suggestions, all of which Fio has run by Liza, but no winners yet. Tomorrow she's going to skim the ms yet again and try to pick up a resonating word or phrase.
And she thought writing the book was hard!
And she thought writing the book was hard!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Comics Revue
Now is the time for all good comics readers to come to the aid of their strips, no double entendre intended.
First of all comes the woodshed, where Fio wants to haul Dagwood off to. Or maybe to the mausoleum. This strip is so old that it's into its second writer/artist and has folded back on itself and frozen in time so Cookie and Alexander are teenagers again and Daisy--does she even appear anymore?-- has no pups. Its situations and punch lines are tired and banal, usually centering around Dagwood's love for food and his laziness at work, not exactly the sort of things modern readers relate to. The final straw for Fio came a couple of days ago when the reader was supposed to laugh uproariously at the artist's ugly and insulting depiction of D&B in their seventies. Baby boomers of the world unite and KILL this comic strip!
Another woodshed item is the venerable Prince Valiant, which Fiorella has been reading since she could read, and whose artwork she soaked up like a sponge. Alas, its time has passed. Please toss the sword back to the lady in the lake again. She knows there has been a bevy of artists through the years, but the current one is the worst. He's attempted to ape the beloved old-time style, but can't seem to master the basics--the characters look like they've been drawn from poses forced on a reticulated art doll, and Valiant is beginning to resemble Bruce Jenner.
Next comes the award of excellence--to Luann, Doonesbury, and Pooch Cafe, with also-ran acknowledgements of Pearls before Swine, Edge City, Jump Start, Pickle,. and Baby Blues. (Notice how Fio prefers strips with continuing stories?)
No award program would be complete without acknowledgment of Cul-de-sac, one of Fio's favorites, which died recently before its time.
And, of course, the second Fio closes this blog off, she'll think of all the other comics she should have acknowledged one way or another. There's always tomorrow.
First of all comes the woodshed, where Fio wants to haul Dagwood off to. Or maybe to the mausoleum. This strip is so old that it's into its second writer/artist and has folded back on itself and frozen in time so Cookie and Alexander are teenagers again and Daisy--does she even appear anymore?-- has no pups. Its situations and punch lines are tired and banal, usually centering around Dagwood's love for food and his laziness at work, not exactly the sort of things modern readers relate to. The final straw for Fio came a couple of days ago when the reader was supposed to laugh uproariously at the artist's ugly and insulting depiction of D&B in their seventies. Baby boomers of the world unite and KILL this comic strip!
Another woodshed item is the venerable Prince Valiant, which Fiorella has been reading since she could read, and whose artwork she soaked up like a sponge. Alas, its time has passed. Please toss the sword back to the lady in the lake again. She knows there has been a bevy of artists through the years, but the current one is the worst. He's attempted to ape the beloved old-time style, but can't seem to master the basics--the characters look like they've been drawn from poses forced on a reticulated art doll, and Valiant is beginning to resemble Bruce Jenner.
Next comes the award of excellence--to Luann, Doonesbury, and Pooch Cafe, with also-ran acknowledgements of Pearls before Swine, Edge City, Jump Start, Pickle,. and Baby Blues. (Notice how Fio prefers strips with continuing stories?)
No award program would be complete without acknowledgment of Cul-de-sac, one of Fio's favorites, which died recently before its time.
And, of course, the second Fio closes this blog off, she'll think of all the other comics she should have acknowledged one way or another. There's always tomorrow.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Yin and Yang
Husband told Fio his favorite feel-good movies are action flicks like Harrison Ford's Air Force One, and Fio knows his favorite feel-good TV show is NCIS, another action adventure. But Fiorella has to leave the room while these shows are on because they make her uneasy. Her favorite feel-good movies are Undercover Blues and RED, which make her laugh. Her favorite feel-good TV shows are Big Bang Theory, because it makes her laugh, and International House Hunters, because there's no suspense in it--to avoid the chromatic up and down tune when the house hunters are making their final decisions, she turns off the sound.
Husband likes tension, Fiorella avoids it. Male and female? War and peace?
Husband likes tension, Fiorella avoids it. Male and female? War and peace?
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