O.K., the first rejection arrived for the query for the new new book. All quiet for the new book. I think a bunch of queries from Dec. and Jan. arrived at the dead letter office or were trashed with the holiday cards. It is 'way too depressing to think about finding the email addresses for said agents and asking politely, "what the response time is," and getting no answer in return. This whole business is 'way too depressing, but I do like to write.
The cows: the new calf is the cutest, sweetest ever. Sunday when I made my weekly visit with the plastic bag or fruit and veg scraps, I climbed out of the car and whistled. The two adults and old baby were way down in the shade. Didn't see my "new" baby. Ye gods! They came galloping toward me, a veritable thundering herd. The baby woke up,and joined the race. It is so nice when a fellow creature is truly happy to see you. I thought they would plow down the fence and slobber on my face, but they stopped and I tossed the contents of my bag around to make sure everybody got some goodies. Man, those orange peels are popular. The home grown carnations were NOT a big hit. Lettuce is always welcome, as are the tops of green onions. Cilantro stems remain popular. The poor things, even the young one, are full of flies already. I want to bring a can of "Off" but probably won't.
My garden: prettier every day. The poppies have big buds. Love the flowers. What a great year in the garden.
The ride to work: Vietnam Vets in the little park in Stoughton. How do I know? I just do.
Corporate America: Sucks more every day.
Burning Man: Wish I was going this year.
Spare ribs: worth dying early for.
Aloha,
Grapeshot
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
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