Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Bow dog

Our old Bow died today. 


His sweet and tender dotage - with Vic, with me, with Nell - eclipsed his crazed, marauding youth. He turned out to be the best companion, snuggler, bear sniffer, and Cheerio eater around. We miss him and will continue to keep him with us always. 


Thank you to Didi Guse for illegally adopting him because she knew we belonged together in my apartment

Thank you to the doctors who saved his life when he was two by removing a box of unused tampons from him stomach, describing the mass as the tangled innards of a melon-sized baseball, and asking me if I wanted to see it. Of course I did.

Thank you to Vic for repeatedly threatening to throw Bow against the wall or drop him off in a Walmart parking lot, but never doing so. 

Thank you to Nate for adopting Bow as your own.

Thank you to everyone who let Bow lick your ears, or stare deeply into your eyes, or whack you with his tail in greeting. 



Thank you Bow for imprinting on so many people's lives. Thank you Bow for loving Vic even when Pete was afraid to. Thank you Bow for saving me again and again by waking me up in the morning and telling me you needed me. Thank you Bow for taking me outside and keeping me there for hours at a time, listening, looking, smelling. 


Thank you for sharing your life with us, Bow Bow.


My two year old daughter, Nell, says, "Bow Bow? Bow Bow, come!" I tell her, "Bow can't come. He's dead." and she criesI don't think she knows what it means exactly, but maybe when the "sealed river rock" cremation package I purchased at the vet is delivered home (what was I thinking?), that will be a starting point to the conversation. 

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

4th of July with yellow jacket

On the 4th of July I was stung by a wasp, a yellow jacket, while watching our town parade. I saw her crawl up my pant leg, but I waited to retrieve her, hoping she would turn around and find her way out on her own. Instead, as the fabric became tighter around my leg, she wedged herself and stung me. Ouch! The pain registered as a splinter jab and then bloomed into a prickling sensation that traveled across my leg and lingered for thirty minutes. Luckily, I'm not allergic to wasp stings, like so many people are, and that was the extent of the damage.

Yellow jackets are aggressive. They'll liquify just about anything to feed their young. Here is a photo of yellow jackets feeding on a sphinx moth in my neighbor's yard. 
 And building a new nest across the street.
Linked is some light reading on yellow jackets and other social wasps from California's IPM program. 
Yellow jackets beware, I'm keeping a sharp eye out and I won't hesitate to smack the next one of that lands on me!

Friday, August 26, 2016

Back to School

     At the high school where I teach, about 1% of the students and 7% of the faculty are reading Gar. Do we assign too much homework, or are adults really the backbone of the YA market? No conclusions can be drawn from this limited data set.

        
If you hear someone shouting in the halls, "Hey, kids! Forget about your homework. Read Gar!" It wasn't me. 


Thursday, August 11, 2016

Gar

Gar, the first book in my YA science fiction trilogy is now available! 

For fifteen years, Gar lived in a river outside the town of Ada, South Carolina. He can morph into any creature, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing on Earth.

Then he befriends Nell and Simon Baker and with their help, learns to fit into the human world. But soon eerie, inexplicable things start happening in Ada.

Inside an old lunchbox, Gar discovers detailed notes that may offer a clue to what is going on. He and his two friends track down the writer, Ben McIntyre. Ben has insights into a strange meteor strike that just might explain Gar’s existence.

As the young people work to understand the otherworldly happenings in Ada, two things become clear: the meteor strike wasn’t an accident, and time is running out to figure out what caused it.

If you would like to read some of Gar's backstory, take a look at excerpts from earlier drafts by clicking on the "Gar extension" label listed at the right of this post. Thank you for your support everyone. Enjoy!

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Sweeney Ridge, always cool

     San Francisco was warmer than I anticipated this summer, but the Sweeney Ridge recreation area, about twenty minutes south of the city, regularly provided the dogs and me with a cool, foggy, micro climate to hike in.

      Listen to that wind!
Eucalyptus trees as seen hiking up from the parking area.
Bow and Pete stop to look and listen. 
Clouds roll past providing a spot of sun.
More clouds near the crest.