Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Seeping into my Dreams

There’s an episode in Doctor Who, Season 5 called Amy’s Choice.  The Dream Lord pays a visit and Amy Pond must choose which world is real in order to save them all.  No, I’m not telling how it turns out.  No spoilers from me.

I’ve been rewatching Doctor Who recently, in preparation from the release of Season 7 on DVD.  Apparently my mind liked that episode because it latched on to it, twisted it and tossed the transformed version into my dreams.  Well, nightmares.  Hey, that’s what creative minds do, snag something and make it our own.

In my dreams I’m in a version of my house, similar though not exact.  That’s how I can determine which is real and which is not, by the miniscule differences.  In the not scenario there is of course some unknown being lurking, attempting to shoot me.  So far this individual has proven to be a very inaccurate shot.  I hear them but they’ve missed continually.

In the reality of my life there is fortunately no one shooting at me specifically so shots heard in the middle of the night are not aimed at me and I feel relatively safe as I sleep on the second floor.  However, with the added noise of drivers barreling over the slew of metal plates still lining my street which sounds similar to gunfire and it’s no wonder that is where my dreams have wandered.

Do you know how difficult it is when things are so very similar to know if you’re awake or asleep?  To know instantly if you’re in any real danger or not?  I truly hope you don’t.  It’s no fun, screaming yourself awake and then being unable to determine if you’re screaming, stuck in the dream or actually awake.  Trust me on this one.

But watch the episode anyway.  Better yet, watch all of them.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Looking for Lunch

Paw prints from the strays that come to snack in my alleyway. 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Soup's On

Tomato based lentil with kielbasa, onions, carrots, celery and fresh-ground pepper.  Nom!

Friday, January 25, 2013


To twirl in the snow.  Happy weekend all!

Monday, January 21, 2013


I’m spending the day at home, waiting to let in the gas meter replacement team.  I can’t leave and it’s making me twitchy.  Yes, I do realize how ridiculous that is.  There are plenty of days when I don’t go anywhere.  I’m not one of those people who can’t be on my own, can’t remain in the solitude of my home.  It’s the fact that I MUST be here and have no choice in the matter.

So since I’m on temporary house arrest which has kept me from going to work today I decided to spend at least the first part of it updating my website.  No, it still looks the same.  It’s Ellora’s Cave’s that has changed.  Theirs is all bright and shiny new.  If you’re trapped at home too why not go over, do some surfing and get yourself a few new books?  Starting with mine, naturally.

I will tell you one thing about my books before you go.  With the exception of Close to Forever they are all erotic.  To be expected since, for the most part, that’s what Ellora’s Cave publishes.  Close to Forever is a damn sweet romance that is part of their Blush line.  Of sweet romances if you didn’t already guess.

But my books also have plots, even the Quickies.  If you’re expecting sex, sex, and nothing but sex, then I’m afraid you might be disappointed.  However, if you like a little story to go with your sex then by all means, my books are for you. 

Go read one.  Or five.  Or eleven.  Hell, splurge and read them all!  I’d love to know what you think.  And then, once you’re all finished with mine move on to the other wonderful authors you’ll find in the Cave.

Happy reading!

Sunday, January 20, 2013


Saturday, January 19, 2013


I was poking around and discovered something.  If I yank out all these cotter pins I can then remove the bucket.  They left me a dump truck to put it in so I can take it and sell it for scrap metal.  Yes, I'm sure that's why they left it here.  Oh.  Wait.  Perhaps I should postpone this one until after they fix my gas line.  Yes, I probably should.

Happy weekend all!

Thursday, January 17, 2013

The Best Laid Plans

The local gas company has decided it’s best to relocate all the gas meters to the outside of the house.  Not to be paranoid but just think of all the potential scenarios an overactive imagination such as mine can come up with.

I received the notice stating they were about to begin work in my block on Monday.  Oh goody.  Tuesday the various colors of paint appeared indicating which lines are where.  Wednesday the no parking signs were lining the street when I got home.  Today as I drove up the street, I saw a man tapping on my door so after Howie was parked we chatted.

Yes, I stated that I would prefer them not to blow up my house and they promised to do their best not to.  Then we discussed when they would be repositioning my meter.  Monday. Morning.  They will try to have it completed in half a day but can’t guarantee it.  So I need to use at least a partial vacation day for this nonsense.  I suppose overall they believe it will make things safer since they are replacing ancient pipes as they go not to mention the added benefit of ease of meter reading.  Let’s hope they’re right but if I suddenly vanish you’ll know that their best wasn’t quite good enough.

On a lighter note, they left the digger right out front which, as I see it, give me free reign to poke around.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


I’ve mentioned before how there are times when Beau whispers tales as we’re drifting off to sleep.  I love when he does that because I never know what to expect.

Last night before bed, he was exceptionally wound up and kittenish, pesting the big cats mercilessly, working their last nerves I’m sure.  I told him to quit but he was so cute that I was laughing too hard for it to have much affect.

I was surprised when he curled up with me right away.  Usually when he’s that manic it takes hours for him to settle in.  I soon learned it was my turn to be his target only in a different way.

Here is what he came up with last night.  Sorry it’s incomplete.  He bounded off in the middle to return to the task of tormenting the big cats and playing with noisy toys under the bed.

There is a horse on the stairs
stretching up from the sea
He’s come to the rescue
Saving us both, you and me

Horse whistles a tune
older than old
Weaving and wafting
Truth be told

Climb on his back
He’s come to help
Swim ‘neath the sea
Beware the kelp

Songs of sirens
Horse knows them all
Hold on tight
Heed his call

Okay so I admit it.  By the time he got that far I was giggling just as much as he was.  Sometimes being transcriptionist for a cat is funny.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Kitty Toes!

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Quinn Says...

Nap Time!!!

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Tuesday, January 8, 2013


I was happily working away today, doing what I do, when the phone rang.  It was an Indian-sounding man asking for a former employee.  I started with my standard, “I’m sorry. You have the wrong number.” that I always spout.  Only today it did no good.  He called back.

After the eighth time of repeating myself, I grew tired of being called a liar and transferred him to an empty office.  That usually makes annoying people go away.  Not this guy.  He had an auto-dialer that tied up all the lines for half an hour. 

Several other people spoke with him, confirming that the individual he wanted was no longer employed but he wouldn’t stop.  He was rude and harassing to all of us.  Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

And, since it’s a business, I couldn’t really just pull the plug on the phone.  In the midst of all this the odd legitimate call did manage to get through, though I have no idea how.

I tried the call trace code because I would very happily turn him in but it seems to be no longer functional.  We all tried asking for a supervisor.  We tried giving him the number to the employment verification service the company utilizes but nothing got through to him.  He was on a roll, being rude and hateful.  We even tried saying we were the individual he wanted but by then that only made him nastier.

He finally quit calling here. I suspect he moved on to attacking someone else for the moment but I’m sure he’ll be back.  I really hope I’m not at my desk when he starts up again.  He seriously disrupted my Zen. 

I need chocolate.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Baby Sweaters

Tiny sweaters are so much fun to make!  And they're quick.

Friday, January 4, 2013


Howie is home!  I’m not sure if he’s fixed fixed for real for real or not.  The whole time he was with them he started every time they tried.  They tested all they could with their fancy gizmos and nothing showed up.  So they replaced the ignition switch which they tell me is the one thing that goes bad and doesn’t trigger any bells and whistles.  Keep your fingers crossed for us!

While at the garage to pick him up I learned something, much to the staffs’ amusement.  Cars that are finished are always parked at the far end of the lot.  I got in, Howie started just fine.  But there was a HUGE gap between the steering wheel and the dials which left all sorts of wires exposed.  No, it’s never been like that before.

So before we took off I stopped back in the office and expressed my concern to Patience.  Yes, I think she’s aptly named as well.  Howie’s regular mechanic was already gone for the day but she went to get one of the others to assist me.  We met up outside and he was sporting the same grin she had been after I explained the circumstances.

As it turns out Howie has an adjustable and telescoping steering wheel.  I never knew that but isn’t it cool?  I admit it.  I oohed and ahed a bit which had the mechanic chuckling openly.  Howie, being Howie, had it adjusted just right for me all this time.  I had the nice man demonstrate how it worked anyway.  I wonder what other hidden talents Howie has that I have yet to discover.

Happy weekend all!

Thursday, January 3, 2013