When you’ve made other plans!
Yesterday I miraculously managed to write almost an entire chapter–this with an emergency trip to Wal-Mart, overnight company, and 25 guests for dinner!–and today looked easy by comparison. No appointments. Just my book and me, right?
Wrong. At five-thirty this morning, minutes after my guests had left for the airport, a smoke alarm in one of the guest rooms started beeping. I’m a tough ole cowgirl, and I can stand a lot of things–but a beeping smoke alarm isn’t on the list. Bernice, my Yorkie, has even less tolerance; the frequency hurts her little ears.
Problems like this are normally handled by Mary Ann or Larry, but it was barely light out, after all, and they’ve been working hard as it is. I couldn’t bring myself to call over to the staff house and rouse them. So I headed off to the nearest convenience store for 9 volt batteries, thinking I could solve the problem. NOT SO. It finally required the services of an electrician–bless him, he got here within minutes of the call for help–and I have a new appreciation for the term, “Blessed Silence”. I am determined not to have this particular problem again during my lifetime, so our trusty electrician will be back to replace all the alarms in the house with new ones.
Anyhow, that’s why I’m late with the blog.
Now, to head for Stillwater Springs…
