Plans are meant to be adapted and changed. This week I wanted to spend a lot of time working on Blood Child, a short story turned novella, about the tenth anniversary of a bloody massacre and its’ only survivor. Life, however, had other tasks in mind for this week.
My body and mind are still craving rest and rejuvenation. The majority of my time this past week has been spend reading, napping and repeating.
Monday was a blur after physical therapy. I remember baking both lemon and chocolate cake layers and prepping the ones. The cake was finished on Tuesday after waking up from some extremely bizarre dreams. It took some work to get the icing just right. In the end, the cake had two different icings. One was smooth and creamy. The other was sweet. The entire cake was gluten free. Most of the folks who ordered it loved it and weren’t gluten intolerant.
Wednesday, my life changed dramatically. After PT, I took my mother to the doctor and then headed out to my friend’s farm to see about adopting a dog named Luke. Mike and his wife, Shawna, are two of my favorite people. The chance to visit them was a delight.
Luke came to live with them after his parents discovered that they were expecting; so with a heavy heart they sought out a new home for him. Three dogs and a baby wasn’t made into a movie for a reason.
Farm life and Luke just didn’t mix. His story will be posted next Monday.
Thursday and Friday, Luke, the kitties and I were adjusting to life together. It has been an amazing experience for all involved. The entire week I have been trying to decide what cake or desert to make for the cafe down the street. It has always been a secret dream of mine to have my food served in a restaurant.
Saturday, I worked my second job which blessedly allows me to work on other projects. I finished putting together all the boxes left to me by the sales department then set to work on lesson plans for the first semester. I finished nearly all the plans for one of my classes and started on the to-do list for Blood Child.
Saturday night, I wrote my bike up to a local event and read cards for three hours. I earned enough money to pay for my therapy appointments for the week and had a chance to catch up with an old friend over a glass of wine. I had been feeling off balance prior to the event but when my friend departed all was good.
Today, I felt lost and didn’t do much beyond straightening the house up and going to the store. On the way back, I decided to stop by the cafe and see how the cake had been selling. It was just what I needed.
There is just one piece left in the case as well as a special request for my chocolate zucchini cake. Months ago, I had dropped off a sample of the cake for the owners.
Some friends of mine were there so I was the recipient of numerous hugs and kisses. One of the fellows introduced me to his new beau and traded a hair cut for a tarot reading. There will be new and fabulous hair for the start of the new school year.
I don’t feel bad about falling behind on my goals because my energy was needed elsewhere this week. Back to the writing grind this week. Thank you as always for your support.