So…there was a weekend. And it was Easter. Happy Day after Easter to those of you who celebrate. And Happy Monday to thoes of you who don’t. We combined the clans at Lawyer Guy’s brother’s house–the James Gant and my dear SiL’s fam. We were out-numbered. But not out-gunned. 😉 Good food. Good company. Came home and had a nap. That was good too.
And now it’s Monday. It’s also April 22. On this day back in 1889, the first Land Run, which opened up former Indian lands here in central Oklahoma to white settlement began with cannons and pistols firing. You know, just in case any of you are history nerds. 😉
In other news, the Cards had a couple of awesome games. The Blues are moving on in the NHL play-offs. The Thunder is holding on by their collective nails in the NBA play-offs. I hope they do well, even though basketball isn’t my catnip.
I’m continuing my marathon read/listen to J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series. I’m on #11 and slightly amazed that I’ve made it this far. It took me years–literally!–to get through the first book. Those keeping track know that I finally tried it in audio. Jim Frangione’s voice works for me, though he’s not all that great at denoting different characters. Still… Anyway, I managed to get through the first book with gritted teeth and moved on. Why? Because I read a later novella in the series for a contest and figured I would be scoring it low but ended up totally enjoying the darn thing. Which started me on the trail of actually reading the series. The author’s writing/voice has changed as the years have passed. This is a good thing. She has a way of making readers care about her characters so, in my case anyway, I keep reading despite the hot buttons and gritted teeth just to see what happens. And she puts so many threads and arcs in a book that you have to read the whole series to understand WTF is going on and who’s who with who. Anyway.
I am slowly getting new words written, though RDR#9 is going a different direction that I originally planned. Some things in the original version didn’t work for those up the food chain so I’ve been doodling and a few things are starting to tease out. I need to hit a hot streak where I get 2K words or more done a day. And I need to do that soon. It’s that stupid RL keeps getting in the way. Ah well. There’s a new project on the horizon, as well as other projects on the back burner that need to stop simmering before they overcook and end up crust burned to the bottom of the pan.
Okay, y’all. Who watches LIVE PD? I probably shouldn’t admit this but…in Friday night’s episode, with Trooper Bunch? At the Taco Bell with the odd couple and their three dogs? That cool building in the background? That’s the Harley dealership that I drive by several times a week on my way to the nearest Starbucks. And yes, I’ve been known to hit the drive-thru in that Taco Bell. Now, hold on to your hats because this gets better–or worse, depending on your POV. On Saturday night’s episode, I learned that a neighbor’s white German shepherd is named Sooner. Trooper Perkins pulled him over (the neighbor NOT Sooner) because his trailer lights weren’t working. Yeah, his was the truck filled with metal junk. His yard sort of looks like that too. *cringe* Every neighborhood has one. He’s ours. As soon as Mystal (and yes, that IS her first name) walked up to the truck, LG and I burst out laughing. We recognized the junk first, then the truck, and finally the dog when he stuck his head out the window. He’s an absolute sweety. Sooner, NOT the neighbor. Anyway, it’s probably a good thing what we’re home watching LIVE PD rather than being out and about.
And that’s my world at the moment. What’s going on in yours?