Everything is Difficult, Post #16
Apr. 8th, 2020 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
usedtobeljsOh so tired, so out of initiative. But we persevere.
*Miss Adventure has decided that Adventure is NOT her middle name, as she does not like loud trucks/cars/machinery and the outside is full of them. I'm rereading a Sarah Fisher dog-training book to try to figure out how to shift her out of meltdown mode.
(But she is so sweet, and so funny, and a lovely presence in the house.)
*Just finished reading C.S. Harris's latest Sebastian St Cyr mystery, Who Speaks for the Damned. Really wonderful, one of the best in the series: find out more here.
*Enjoying the genre pleasures and visual splendor (hee) of Christian Kane's new TV show Almost Paradise. (I will follow Kane just about anywhere.) A teaser here.
Two three-sentence fics on the subject of Difficult:
"Why do you have to make everything so difficult, Lindsey?" Fred snaps, as she binds up yet another wound he's collected during a sortie against some new downtown Dallas demons.
He waits until she looks up at him, and Lord, the twinkle in his eyes about lays her out.
"You're right, darlin', I just shouldn't go out do-gooding any more," he says, and on a groan, she stops his mouth and his stupid teasing with her kiss.
Harriet only vaguely remembers how difficult her life was before her marriage -- the anxieties of work and bread-winning, the lingering scars of her time with Phillip Boyes and the aftermath.
Her difficulties now are intellectual -- how will she finish this story? -- and in a sense, managerial, in her emotional dealings with her lord, her children, and (oh heavens) her staff.
But when at the end of a long day her Peter stoops to kiss her, even those difficulties are subsumed in golden joy.
Happy days to all!
*Miss Adventure has decided that Adventure is NOT her middle name, as she does not like loud trucks/cars/machinery and the outside is full of them. I'm rereading a Sarah Fisher dog-training book to try to figure out how to shift her out of meltdown mode.
(But she is so sweet, and so funny, and a lovely presence in the house.)
*Just finished reading C.S. Harris's latest Sebastian St Cyr mystery, Who Speaks for the Damned. Really wonderful, one of the best in the series: find out more here.
*Enjoying the genre pleasures and visual splendor (hee) of Christian Kane's new TV show Almost Paradise. (I will follow Kane just about anywhere.) A teaser here.
Two three-sentence fics on the subject of Difficult:
"Why do you have to make everything so difficult, Lindsey?" Fred snaps, as she binds up yet another wound he's collected during a sortie against some new downtown Dallas demons.
He waits until she looks up at him, and Lord, the twinkle in his eyes about lays her out.
"You're right, darlin', I just shouldn't go out do-gooding any more," he says, and on a groan, she stops his mouth and his stupid teasing with her kiss.
Harriet only vaguely remembers how difficult her life was before her marriage -- the anxieties of work and bread-winning, the lingering scars of her time with Phillip Boyes and the aftermath.
Her difficulties now are intellectual -- how will she finish this story? -- and in a sense, managerial, in her emotional dealings with her lord, her children, and (oh heavens) her staff.
But when at the end of a long day her Peter stoops to kiss her, even those difficulties are subsumed in golden joy.
Happy days to all!
