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The romance is still there --
I apologize for being a bad poster -- but I did come up with some important stuff for the current two books, so that's good.
I got a lovely e-mail from writer Ru Emerson a day or two ago. It's Sadie Hawkins Day at the end of this month, this being leap year. Ru finally decided to get past her fear of documents, and proposed to her sweetie Doug. He said yes -- and he even went out to buy simple white gold rings! Her sister and BIL will be attendants, and her niece and niece's boyfriend will cheer from somewhere -- behind the JP, probably. She's buying a dress for the occasion, feeling vaguely that getting married in faded jeans isn't quite right. It's set for the 12th.
Ru likes to say she was a cradle robber, since Doug is younger. She's counted them as a team since the first New Year's Eve after they met. They celebrated their 35th anniversary at the end of 2007.
There is grim amusement here, too, since one of Doug's brothers' wives has never, in all that time, included Ru's name on the holiday card mail-out. Because they weren't married, and it wasn't proper. I take pleasure in wondering what excuse she will come up with this year, or will the woman swallow her vinegar and play by her own rules?
Tickets this late start at $527, and with the shots also tiring me, I didn't feel well enough to try Priceline and fake it. The condition is a bit of a problem. But I will call that day, and try to think of something special to send, in honor of the occasion!
I miss her -- we haven't done the same convention in a couple of years. I hope she can come down for an ArmadilloCon sometime. We have this big fantasy thing we've talked about doing. But only if my writing self speeds up a bit!
I got a lovely e-mail from writer Ru Emerson a day or two ago. It's Sadie Hawkins Day at the end of this month, this being leap year. Ru finally decided to get past her fear of documents, and proposed to her sweetie Doug. He said yes -- and he even went out to buy simple white gold rings! Her sister and BIL will be attendants, and her niece and niece's boyfriend will cheer from somewhere -- behind the JP, probably. She's buying a dress for the occasion, feeling vaguely that getting married in faded jeans isn't quite right. It's set for the 12th.
Ru likes to say she was a cradle robber, since Doug is younger. She's counted them as a team since the first New Year's Eve after they met. They celebrated their 35th anniversary at the end of 2007.
There is grim amusement here, too, since one of Doug's brothers' wives has never, in all that time, included Ru's name on the holiday card mail-out. Because they weren't married, and it wasn't proper. I take pleasure in wondering what excuse she will come up with this year, or will the woman swallow her vinegar and play by her own rules?
Tickets this late start at $527, and with the shots also tiring me, I didn't feel well enough to try Priceline and fake it. The condition is a bit of a problem. But I will call that day, and try to think of something special to send, in honor of the occasion!
I miss her -- we haven't done the same convention in a couple of years. I hope she can come down for an ArmadilloCon sometime. We have this big fantasy thing we've talked about doing. But only if my writing self speeds up a bit!
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Yes, she wrote this wee AM that Hallie insisted no jeans, and they got her a dressy pair of pants and gold sandals. Plus new haircut and color today. I hoped that you would be there -- boy, I stop posting/reading, and you go and get pneumonia. Take double care of yourself -- and I hope you don't have to see your doctor at an office attached to a hospital! (I worry more about what you can get at a hospital than recovering from just about anything...)
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I wanted to be there for Ru's wedding, but I will see her sunday for the plant show and she will have pictures.
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She has an idea for a YA about the origins of the Tarots Reader -- I want that, too!