July 4th, 2019


Tales from the Mall

We didn't go to see the fireworks at Vulcan tonight. But the mountainside boomed and shook with the sound of them. Currently, it's 84˚F, with the heat index at 90˚F. No rain today, I don't think. There were fine tall clouds at sunset, and I spotted Mars.

My grandfather, Gordon Jasper Monroe Ramey, was born on this day in 1911. So, he'd have turned 108 today.

I wrote another 1,250 words and found THE END to "Untitled 44." It will be appearing in Sirenia Digest 162 (July). Tomorrow, I begin the story for Sirenia Digest 163, trying to stay ahead, the same way I did with nos. 160 and 161. Doing that allowed me to set aside a big chunk of time to write the two Dancy novellas in May and June. Doing it now will allow me to go back to work on the next novel, Interstate Love Song (finally).

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.

Anyway, no, we didn't go to the fireworks tonight. Neither of us were up to the crowds and traffic, and we did go last year. But Spooky made barbecue chicken and potatoes in the slow cooker, in Dreamland sauce, with corn. And there was leftover anniversary cheesecake. And now we're watching Season Three of Stranger Things. So, it's a fine Fourth.

Later Taters,

8:53 p.m.