Christine is one of those authors-slash-editors I’ve admired for years, and when I had the chance to work with her, I was over the moon. I’ve been privileged to be able to work with her as an author with her titles at Belfire, and as an editor (I co-authored a short story for the anthology Fossil Lake), and mostly, to call her my friend.
PS – it’s not Christine’s fault about last month, even though she’s graciously taking the blame… I forgot to put dates with the names on my list. …

Last Saturday we took a trip into the city to look at a vehicle for my youngest, a very pretty ’97 Toyota RAV4. By the time she and our family friend/financial guru/fossil expert were finished giving it the twice-over, they’d reached a deal with the guy who presented himself as the owner, signed a purchase agreement, and left a deposit to hold it.

Oh, @slysionnach from @wriye … how you love to test my brain with these blog prompts! I have the dumb now, from thinking too hard. But that’s okay, I think I may have worked out what it is I do, and why. Or maybe how.
Or something.
Gah!

It’s quiet here today. Rhia has been at her dad’s since Tuesday, and Carrie is back at work now. Usually it is quiet even when they’re both home; Rhia sleeps late and Carrie either listens to music while she draws, or she’s gaming, or sometimes catches up on series we didn’t have on TV when we still had a provider. Bless Netflix.

In lieu of the monster family dinner this weekend to celebrate a holiday only our mother believes in but we’re as much as forced to go along with, my brother and I decided our immediate families would do the food.
He and his fiance are bringing fresh veg and potato salad, the girls and I are bringing honey-mustard ham, homemade pull-apart dinner rolls and baked beans from the recipe below.