leisurely counting down the days to uncertainty

Car is sold. a relief. Since my feet will be my primary mode of transport for the next...hmmm, several years, I didn't feel toooo guilty spending nearly half the selling price of my car on a pair of boots (don't get in a sweat—I sold it for much less than I initially asked, to a near and dear "missionary couple").

Now that I am a "woman of leisure," as my mother calls me, I'm finding time to actually think about my writing again. My demanding social schedule, however has kept me from waxing pseudo profound in this venue, but come three weeks when my social network is cut by an ocean, you all better watch out.

Speaking of watching out, kindly note that it's my birthday this weekend. August 19. Saturday. You aren't missing a party—i'm going to the Island to usher in twenty-six with the quiet company of my parents, husband and twin sis, maybe a skimboard, and definitely a good book.

Still no luck with a flat in Aberdeen. Seems rental properties go like hotcakes over there. If you think of it, pray that we get things sorted quickly.

Lastly, Mexico, anyone?