To those looking for the chapter of Rogue Magic, it’s like this — as many of you know we’re hoping to stage the house/put it up by next Spring (only because there’s no point putting it up during winter.) We simply don’t need this much house.
Unfortunately the preliminaries of this involved cleaning the garage, one half of which has been packed tight with stuff the movers dumped there/and/or/we dumped there on final move from the last house because “we’ll go through it when we’ve rested.” Well, then came the year of the six books while homeschooling and then health and life got interesting.
It’s not like I have the time now, and I really need to write, but we’d decided that we’d do two hours or so a day towards clearing the house so that in march all we have to do is rent somewhere, stage, and leave it undisturbed till it sells.
This morning I woke up with an infernal headache, the sort that brings aphasia and I couldn’t think IN words. (I was grunting at the boys who got exasperated with grunted orders.) So I thought “I’ll do two hours in the garage, then write the chapter.”
Well, it’s eight hours later. EVERYTHING is finally unpacked/donated/tossed, and a few things kept only because we’ll have to paint and fix this place.
I think I’m going to burn the jeans I was wearing. They’re dust encrusted and have weird stains.
One note to self — used paint rags are not precious and should NOT be kept for years on end.
The Mathematician has promised to make me cow. So. After dinner, I’ll write chapter.
Sorry.
According To Hoyt 
Enjoy your cow.
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Take care and don’t worry about the chapter today.
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“The Mathematician has promised to make me cow. So. …”
That is quite a shape shifting spell … You sure he is up to it.
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LOL! That’s one interpretation I hadn’t thought of.
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Okay, he promised to sear me cow. He asked “what do you want for dinner” and I said “Cow. One.”
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Careful how you hone that cow sear. Take too much off and it goes off MOO! just by breathing on it
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Here’s hoping he’s refreshed his DeCamp & Pratcher studies. Wouldn’t do to drive the Syllogismobile into the wrong dimension and make you sheepish.
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Note from myself to yourself: you’re damn lucky those were latex paint rags. Had they been oil they would have solved your packing problem permanently and not in a good way.
Sorry to grouse, but damnitall take care of yourself kiddo, or knuckle under and let Dan and the boys do it.
To serve cow…
It’s a cookbook!
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This was 13 years ago, and we were SOOOO exhausted, after the three week marathon of move/paint/clean. Eh.
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God looks after fools, drunks, and science fiction writers. Well-known fact.
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AND I HOPE The United States of America. Pretty please, my Lord, please?
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Yes and the United States of America. God has though we keep stumbling of our own volition.
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well, the fools have elected a fool supreme twice now …
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I am not sure even He can distinguish amongst them.
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Some days are better than others– at least you were able to clean… We can wait–
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Maybe you could sell the jeans on EBay. I remember in the 1980s-1990s when the Japanese were paying large sums of money for used Wranglers and Levi jeans, especially ones with barbed-wire tears and other ag-related holes and stains.
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State would likely deny an export license pending the EPA ruling on their chemical and biological hazmat level. Besides, what the Japanese would do with used female clothing, even work jeans, is not fit for polite conversation. Kinky devils be those Nipponese.
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