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Auf Wiedersehen
Nov. 25th, 2009 03:35 pmWow, I spelled that right on the first try!
So...Gunther is totaled. Bye-bye, Gunther. It saddens me, because although we had our issues with the car, we always got it working, and Erik poured a lot of love and sweat into making sure it stayed running. Gunther was part of the family. So I'm feeling sadder than I probably should be, because really, it's just a car, and the important thing is that Erik's OK (we think...he's still having some neck pain, so he got in to see his doctor today and went and had some X-rays taken).
Friday we'll meet with our adjuster and get the check for the payout on the vehicle. Erik still wants to go to Loscon, so I guess we'll try car shopping on Sunday. We can't take too long about it, because there's a limit to how long the insurance will pay for us to have a rental after we've gotten our settlement.
No word count bar today, because with all the hullabaloo and the emails and the phone calls on the car situation, I couldn't concentrate for squat and only squeezed out a measly 500 words. At this point I really don't know how much farther I'm going to get over this long weekend, which promises to be pretty busy. Good thing I already made my 50K.
Also, very bizarre dreams last night. I can't remember everything, but at one point I was sitting at a table with Nora Roberts and a bunch of other women authors discussing how we should create our own co-op online bookstore, and then further on I was at a barbecue at a house in (of all places) Minnesota, where these three old men pulled up in a Winnebago to drink a beer with us. Only it turned out they were the Devil and a couple of his henchmen (I guess the Devil got tired of walking the earth and traded up for an RV). Then at the same party I walked into the family room, where a bunch of people were sitting in front of the fireplace and drinking beer, and one of them turned around and was General Veers (I say that because it was Julian Glover, but in Imperial uniform). He gave me a hug, and I remember thinking how nice it felt to have that warm wool uniform against my cheek as he hugged me.
Maybe this means I need to write General Veers porn. Hmm.
Half hour to go. Man, these days before a holiday drag on forever.
So...Gunther is totaled. Bye-bye, Gunther. It saddens me, because although we had our issues with the car, we always got it working, and Erik poured a lot of love and sweat into making sure it stayed running. Gunther was part of the family. So I'm feeling sadder than I probably should be, because really, it's just a car, and the important thing is that Erik's OK (we think...he's still having some neck pain, so he got in to see his doctor today and went and had some X-rays taken).
Friday we'll meet with our adjuster and get the check for the payout on the vehicle. Erik still wants to go to Loscon, so I guess we'll try car shopping on Sunday. We can't take too long about it, because there's a limit to how long the insurance will pay for us to have a rental after we've gotten our settlement.
No word count bar today, because with all the hullabaloo and the emails and the phone calls on the car situation, I couldn't concentrate for squat and only squeezed out a measly 500 words. At this point I really don't know how much farther I'm going to get over this long weekend, which promises to be pretty busy. Good thing I already made my 50K.
Also, very bizarre dreams last night. I can't remember everything, but at one point I was sitting at a table with Nora Roberts and a bunch of other women authors discussing how we should create our own co-op online bookstore, and then further on I was at a barbecue at a house in (of all places) Minnesota, where these three old men pulled up in a Winnebago to drink a beer with us. Only it turned out they were the Devil and a couple of his henchmen (I guess the Devil got tired of walking the earth and traded up for an RV). Then at the same party I walked into the family room, where a bunch of people were sitting in front of the fireplace and drinking beer, and one of them turned around and was General Veers (I say that because it was Julian Glover, but in Imperial uniform). He gave me a hug, and I remember thinking how nice it felt to have that warm wool uniform against my cheek as he hugged me.
Maybe this means I need to write General Veers porn. Hmm.
Half hour to go. Man, these days before a holiday drag on forever.
