What a week this was for so many people in our beloved country. Living where I do, I am far removed from damage caused by Hurricane Sandy, but I watched hours’ worth of news coverage with mouth open in horror, and tears in my eyes, for the many people who lost everything. My prayers continue for them.
Additionally, we’re on the eve of something of great import: a presidential election. We vote by mail in our county, and so Mike and I mailed our completed ballots on Monday, October 29. Washington had a lot of initiatives on the ballot. I voted against most of them. One in particular that will probably pass, but I wish wouldn't, is the legalization of marijauna. We are such a liberal state (west of the Cascades); it's disgusting.
As a result of a recent election, we now have hard liquor in all of our grocery stores. Fortunately, it's highly taxed. The only nice thing I can say about it is that the differently shaped, colored bottles do look very pretty when lined up against store windows. When the sun shines through them, making them glisten and sparkle. I wonder if the sun is also spoiling the alcohol? One can hope. It just doesn't feel right to see hard liquor in the only grocery store in our very small town.
I'm not opposed to drinking in moderation. I only wish that hard booze was not so in-my-face when I buy apples and milk.
On the Reading Front: It wasn’t a big reading week for me, fiction-wise. After all the reading, and line editing, I did last week, I took a different path this week. Last spring, while studying Dramatica and The 90-Day Novel, I plotted out a Historical Inspirational Romance. I am still very interested in the idea, however because writing a book is so time consuming, I want to be sure it’s the correct next book to write. So I did some Market Research, which I posted about on Thursday.
Socially, for the first time in three months, since retiring from the library, I went back and visited with my old coworkers. Ahhhh. It was so very good to see them all again. I spent three hours talking with them. My former boss treated me to lunch at Applebees. (Thanks again, Anne, if you’re reading this.)
I miss them, but I do not miss my old job. I was ripe for moving on, and moving into, the next stage of my life.
While packing for the trip, I perceived how off-the-grid I've become, which is so odd for me. I think it's only temporary. I saw that there were laundry baskets of summer clothes I hadn't put away in my closet and drawers. Generally by this time of year, I've not only put them away, but done a trade-out, replacing fall and winter clothes for summer.
I think I'm still relishing my less insane schedule. But I do need to get on the ball again and start painting some interior rooms in my house before Thanksgiving.
How was your week, reading, writing or otherwise?