Sweet Potato Fries Days

Tuesday, August 9, 2011
In which a sleepy sort of day is spent working on all manners of things as usual…

A tearful Puck waved his daddy goodbye at 6:30 that morning from the front porch, always waiting til the little red car had rounded the corner before he returned inside.
Followed: a request for ‘Little Bear Porridge’.

The morning progressed:
The realization that Collette was currently involved in eight primary writing/research projects, including Dad’s contract work, with another ten scheduled to launch in the fall… It was almost getting a little ridiculous. The curse of the pen…
Collection of adoption paperwork for the upcoming I-800A expiration date in November.
Ant patrol. The carnage inflicted by orange-scented degreaser. Abominable. But necessary.

Ripe peaches with lunch…
The afternoon found a frustrated artist with a paint palette on the living room floor.
“I am DONE… PAINTING!” he declared, once the black mixed with the green.

Into the evening…
OLeif returned shortly after 5:30, which was a rarity.
More shoestring sweet potato fries in cinnamon and butter. Collette could eat those all day.
Character/Plot developments for next book.
And the ever-inevitable Minecraft for the boys.