I would go to sleep, but I have been away from the computer for two days while i stood in for Papa Dash while Mama Dash had to go through Chemo.
Where once they had (still have for the time being) a ranch of some 540 acres, mostly desert, she is not going to return. Her health precludes that from ever happening again. So he has returned to collect things such as pots, pans, sheets, clothes, etc.
But the six-hundred mile trip and he is tired ( Not only from his surgery, but worry about mom.) he does not want to make a round trip from Reno to the land of dust and a patch of earth where little exists but things that can (and will) hunt you. Big bitey, scratchy things on one side. Venomous and deadly on another, and just plain ol’ huge horned things that fear nothing – including humans to round out the feeling of being surrounded.
He (Papa Dash) is totally off the grid, generates his own power and water. Built a palatial house that is elevate above the surrounding land (Flash flood defense!)
But that said, he had no urge to try to make a huge trip to make for a three-hour tour of doctor appointment, chemotherapy session and following the bus around town. (Mama Dash is currently in a wheelchair for ease of transport)
So I went in his place. While there, an 11-year-old sensed a disturbance in the force and sent me texts. Both the 11-year-old and the 16-year-old archers I created pounced me when I knocked on the door at 9 O’clock at night.
Me, my bow, twenty-plus arrows and two girls went to the floor. Lucky the arrows were in a quiver and stayed together. We stayed up to midnight talking and doing homework.
(I may have lost some “Crazy uncle” points by insisting homework be done before we talked of novels, and stories that have their names in it. but the homework is DONE. Dunno if it is right, but it’s done.)
So we stayed up, they whupped on me on xbox (I have no such animal in my home- only computers. As I type this, it is an 8 year old HP with one broken hinge, six rows (Horizontal) of dead pixels on the top of the screen and one column of >red-only< pixels on the right side. The keys of a,s,e,c, n,k,l,i are obliterated. The space key has a divot worn in one side.
that is my “video” machine. heh. So, needless to say, when they headed off to bed finally (It was a >school< night! Mom gave special dispensation) at midnight, I settled down on the sofa about 1-2 AM. (It rang 1 AM while I was making the bed, tried to figure out a smart-phone problem then turned lights out). The sofa I slept on, I’m longer than by a few inches. So my feet hang over the edge.
Not really a bad thing? But I have fears something will try to nibble on my toes. So I don’t sleep well.
And another 200 miles worth of driving to come home.
I think I might go to bed “early” tonight. Family is already in bed, SO I might hit the sack at midnight instead of 2-3 am and get up at 7-ish.
In the meantime, I will try to catch up for a few days. I will also attempt to get you more stories daily.
Hm… No. Maybe not. I would not want to overdose you.
How tired would you get of a crimson coiffed crazy uncle that tells stories? If he happened to tell four different tales every day? Hmm…
We shall see. I struggle with 2 a day. AND!
NaNoWriMo is coming baby! Woot! Then I will be gonzo!
Hang with me!
Your favorite future best selling author.