Les Fleurs

I’m finding it really hard to get used to My Liege taking nearly every Monday off work. It shortens my week!

I’m brainstorming a new story for Penny. Pretty much have a title, maybe a setting, and maybe some character names. Oh, and a theme. Or plot. Whatever you choose to call it. Let’s just say it has something to do with the number 3.

Seeing as my mind is otherwise occupied, I thought I’d take this opportunity to share some of my flower pics. These are from my mother’s garden, taken 3 (there’s that number again) or so weeks ago. Enjoy!

Dying Tulips

“Dying Tulips”

Don’t you love the feathery edges? (They were feathery before the tulips began their descent into oblivion).

Tiger, Tiger

“Tiger, Tiger”

That bud thing looks like it’s pushing the tiger.  If I were the tiger, I’d snap its head off. This is why I’m not a flower. Too violent.

Bee-Have

“Bee-Have!”

I believe this is called an Onion Flower. All I care is that it’s purple and spiky, and that my monster zoom lens allowed me to capture the bee.

Lazing About

If you can call running around like a chicken with my head cut off “lazing.” Alas, this is what happens when you postpone all your errands and procrastinate on anything on the To-Do list that isn’t associated with Finishing the Damn Book until you finish the damn book. Now, the To-Do list is getting payback. The list is an entire 8 x 11 page long, 10 pt. Times New Roman. That’s some humongoid list. And that was where I stopped. I wasn’t making a two-page list. The other stuff is in my head, however. It’s weekend stuff. It doesn’t merit a list.

However, I am taking the time to refill the well, too. Yesterday was my father’s birthday, and I enjoyed a leisurely two hours visiting with the oldster, my mom, and the Little Pisser. Today, I’m having lunch with a couple of old writing buddies (as in I’ve known them forever) that I used to meet with once a month, but now we’re lucky if we manage once a year. And this weekend I’ll enjoy an outing with both sisters and my niece.

I’ve also had a lot of fun experimenting with my new camera. Although I’m not much of a gardener, I’ve discovered I love strapping on the extra-super-duper zoom lens and taking pictures of flowers. I’ll post a few over the next couple of weeks. Here’s a taste, a blossom from my mom’s pink peony tree:

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Sunday Walks

My Liege and I love to take long walks with Allie McBeagle on the weekends. We’re blessed with amazing views a very short distance from our house. It doesn’t get much better than this!

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She stepped in cactus a moment later… Yelp!

Happy Mother’s Day!

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How are you celebrating? I’m taking my mother to brunch with Little Pisser and hopefully a niece. After, I hope to get some writing done. Then tonight I’m confiscating the monster TV! I have season finales to watch for The Amazing Race, Celebrity Apprentice, Brothers & Sisters, and then I must see Desperate Housewives, too. Sunday night is my new Must See TV. Thank God for the PVR, or I’d never manage it all.

Cat Paw, with Foot

Call me strange, but I love this picture:

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(Call me strange, please!)

I received a new camera for Christmas, but because I’ve been so focused on the WIP, I haven’t had much time to play with it. “Cat Paw, with Foot” is the height of my creative abilities for the moment, I’m afraid. But isn’t it cute?

I took an extended long weekend over the past few days, leaving early Friday morning with My Liege to pick up Eldest Son from university. Drove back Sunday, fell into bed from exhaustion. Yesterday, more exhaustion, as E.S. and I had to drive again, this time to a closer university, to explore his options for after he earns his B.A. I’m getting back to the WIP today, but have realized it’s probably overly ambitious to announce that I expect to be finished this week. So I won’t. Announce it, that is. And I don’t expect it, either. I’ll be more than happy to finish next week.

So, Blog Lite will continue over the next several days. Luckily, Silhouette Special Editor author Mary J. Forbes is guest blogging next Tuesday, May 5th, to help me take up the slack. And I did take some nice photos of the ferry trip to pick up E.S. If I get time, I’ll try to post some here. They were point and shoot, unlike “Cat Paw, with Foot.” But the scenery is gorgeous all the same.

Old Truck, New Truck

Red truck, brown truck. (To steal shamelessly from Dr. Seuss).

Actually, it’s more like goldy-beige truck.

Youngest Son finally bought a new (used) truck! This means I can stop trucking him all over tarnation. I have my car to myself again! Yipsee-doodle-mongers.

He sold the old truck, an ’83 Toyota, several weeks ago. It was a standard four-cylinder 4×4 with something like 280,000 kilometers (don’t ask me to translate into miles; I’ve lost the ability). Cost him, ahem, more in repairs than it cost My Liege and I to buy it for him two years ago.

Old Truck:

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This week, after several weeks of searching, enduring a very frustrating situation that nearly resulted in him buying a different vehicle under false pretenses (not his false pretenses, the seller’s), he’s now the proud owner of a ’98 Mazda automatic extended cab V6 4×4 with less than 135,000 kilometers. Purchased with all his own money, I might add. Good money (as opposed to bad money, which you are required to spank).

New Truck:

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I do have a photo of Youngest Son with the new truck, but I haven’t asked his permission to post it, so I will refrain from doing so. Good mom.

Lessons Learned Buying New Truck:

  • Always check the VIN (Vehicle Identification Number). Always, always always! Running the VIN through your provincial insurance agency (or private insurer, whatever works in your area) can tell you if the vehicle’s ever been in an accident (the VIN is a long series of numbers located on the lower left front side of the windshield or imprinted inside the driver’s door). Check the VIN before you settle on a purchase price.
  • Just because the seller of the Truck you Nearly Bought (TNB) had a former career in law enforcement and lives in your neighborhood doesn’t mean he’s incapable of forgetting that his vehicle suffered over $6000 damage in an accident five years ago. He’s even capable of not recalling the event when you straight out ask him about accidents. Twice.
  • Check the VIN before insuring the vehicle for a day to drive it to a mechanic to get it checked out. Thank God the mechanic we took Truck Nearly Bought to pointed out the overspray indicating TNB had been painted, and we needed to find out why. That’s when we, dolts that we are, finally ran the VIN and discovered the forgotten accident.
  • Don’t expect that once you’ve discovered said accident, the seller will drop his price to compensate for the cash your son laid out to insure the TNB for a day and get a mechanic to it check out.
  • Turn your back on the bad deal. It doesn’t matter how rare the little V6s are to come by in your neck of the woods. Turn. Your. Back. On. The. Bad Deal.
  • You will find another, better deal! Yippee. You will find another truck of the same year that hasn’t been in an accident and has way, way, wayyyyy fewer kilometers—for the same price. Yes, patience pays off.

Anyone have any Buying Used Vehicle Horror Stories they want to share?