A Moderate Celebration

What does one do to celebrate sending off a manuscript (again)? Well, this one doesn't celebrate very much, knowing that Herself may bounce this version back for yet another rewrite. (Maybe we need to put Myrna Louise back and take out Dorothy this time. Or get rid of all that woo woo Cherokee magic that has found its way into the story.)

But I had to do something. So I took my writing chair, a little upholstered slipper chair that was originally in my bedroom at my grandparent's house, in for a long overdue re-furbishing.

It's only about sixty years old and the springs are sagging and the stuffing is falling out. But it's small enough to make it up the narrow stairway to my workroom -- a prime requirement. I have looked around for a replacement but all new chairs seem to be super-sized these days.

The man at the upholstery shop was kind of aghast. "Looks like you've got your money's worth out of this one," he said as he carried the wreck into his shop.

It took me about five minutes to choose a hunter green cotton duck fabric and he allowed as how I should get my chair back in a week and a half. We'll see. I'm kind of lost without it.

Another special indulgence was to go to the library and check out an armload of books I'd been wanting to read -- books as yet unread by me. Oh joy!

And there was a stop at the nursery for a few more broccoli starts, a heather plant, some Yukon Gold seed potatoes, and and a fig tree -- just a stick, but visions of fresh figs and prosciutto are dancing in my head.

The final part of my celebration was to watch a recent remake of Cold Comfort Farm (the first movie I've watched in a very long time) while enjoying a very special dinner -- bratwurst on a bun and champagne.

Now that's dissipation!

Today, if the weather cooperates, I'll play in the garden.

So many things to do!