An ‘in-between’ day…

The temp is 67F, but with a cool N/W wind that is making it feel cooler.

Apparently, we’re under a La Nina influence – that other Spanish brat that makes it feel cooler. Hmm … Wouldn’t you just know it. Here I am in the south looking for heat, it cost me a fortune to get here, and the forecast is for cooler than normal, and the Loonie is $0.83 cents.

I haven’t received the galley proofs for Coming of Age, but I didn’t really expect them until the 15th. My plan is to have it on the shelves for the Christmas market. There is a Christmas scene in it, but not a traditional one; not like the Irish Christmas in Two Irish Lads. 

In the meantime, I’m making progress with COA: Part Two. 

Georgia has over 9,000,000 people, and is noted for  peanuts, corn, and soybeans across middle and south. The state is the number one producer of pecans in the world. Gainesville in the northeast touts itself as the Poultry Capital of the World, and Georgia is in the top five blueberry producers in the United States. Oddly, peaches – for which it is famous – is not its major crop.

The Georgia pines, “Lodgepole,” I think, grow very high (50′ is not uncommon) but they are only about a foot in diameter. There is a whole grove of them growing across from the hotel. Very pretty and very elegant.

Thanksgiving is coming. I get to celebrate two each year. However, since the steakhouse generally closes for that day, my Thanksgiving dinner will be a burger at the Waffle House.

More next time. 🙂

 

Home away from home

It’s a mild (71), overcast day, but with a cool wind. Not unusual for this time of year. It can get quite cool with temperatures in the 20s and thirties, but seldom more than a few flakes of snows. Tonight is forecast to be 49F.

As usual, the Canadian dollar is struggling at around $0.74/U.S. after Trump’s victory. It seems “up” has been expunged from the income language, but is still quite prominent in tax and expenditure vocabulary.

Naturally, this comes just 5 days before I have to put out nearly $4Gs U.S. for travel insurance, etc. I’m waiting until the last day in hopes that the CAD will gain a few cents.

I’m soon going to be forced into a shopping trip at Walmart. Since the Air Canada security confiscated by toothpaste, I have have been getting by with a tube about the size of a cigarette – which also comes with the miniature toothbrush – and a bottle of mouthwash the size of a perfume bottle.

If the government is going to be anything, it’s an inconvenient pain in the ass.

I’ve been featuring photos from the outside, so today I am including some from the inside:

This is my room. As you can see, it's quite comfortable and well maintained.
This is my room. As you can see, it’s quite comfortable and well maintained.
This is my writing corner looking out the window. With it, is the office chair I purchased two years ago, and which the staff put away for me.
This is my writing corner looking out the window. With it, is the office chair I purchased two years ago, and which the staff put away for me.

More next time.

Eatin’ and a-writin’

The view I see every morning over my coffee: The inside of the Waffle House.
The view I see every morning over my coffee: The inside of the Waffle House.

My day starts at 9:00 AM, just as it does back home, and then it’s off to the Waffle House for breakfast.

Although the WH doesn’t have a good reputation with the GBLT community – something to do with the owners’ anti-gay beliefs – I like it for good, basic fare, and solid value. Plus, the staff is like family.

There are several things on the menu that I enjoy. The various melts are good – especially the Philly Steak Melt that featured shaved steak, onion, and cheese. However, my favourite and the best for value is the Hashbrown Bowel. It is a mixing-bowl full of sausage, egg, and cheese, over a bed of hashbrowns, for $8.00.

Then, it is back to the hotel to catch up on emails and whatever business has arisen. This takes me through to lunch, so it’s back to the WH for another feed.

The afternoon depends on the temperature and the weather, but I try to get outside for a bit before it is time for dinner at the steakhouse.

After that, it’s writing time.

I’m about 25% finished with Part Two of Coming of Age, so it will be done in good time for a planned release in March. Then it’s on to The Brit, Kid Cupid, and Petunia.

More next time.

The courtyard at the hotel.
The courtyard at the hotel.

Hands up! I’ve got a fully-loaded tube of toothpaste!

04/11/206

That’s right. The security at Pearson Airport confiscated a tube of toothpaste. Just what they thought I could do with it – apart from cleaning my teeth – I don’t know.

Speaking about Pearson Airport (“Diversity Central,” as I call it), I saw every nationality and hue one could imagine – except Caucasian.

Air Canada is very good at what they do, you just have to find someone to do it. They had one person handling check-ins (except for priority), and one person handling handicapped service.

This chap had to take each party to where they were departing, and then come back for another. It took me about half-an-hour to finally get to security. That is where my toothpaste disappeared.

So far, so good. My next stop was Newark, NJ, where I was shuffled off to another airline (US Air), and unbeknownst to me, I had to go through another security – shoes off, and the whole bit.

It is now 2:25 and my connecting flight is scheduled to leave (from another terminal) at 2:50. Panic. Fortunately, the connecting flight was delayed so I was able to make it.

The question is: Why would my travel consultant, knowing that I was handicapped, book me on a flight where I not only had to change carriers, but also terminals. I mean, I paid for a `consultant’ – not a booking agent (I could have done that myself) – so why didn’t she inform me?

The likelihood is that, like most service people, they do ‘A Job’ and so long as it gets done, screw the customer. They are functionaries.

Anyway, I arrived in Jacksonville, FL, and acquired a taxi to my destination. Delightfully, both the taxi and driver were immaculate; he in a crisp white shirt, slacks, and polished shoes, and the cab was new, fully equipped, and NO CRAPPY MUSIC!

However, somehow my reservation at the hotel got screwed up, and there wasn’t a room scheduled for me; but worse, there wasn’t a refrigerator for my insulin. Finally after some shuffling they found a room with a refrigerator, but a wifi that barely connected with 2 bars.

However, the next morning everything was righted and the welcome from regulars was truly heart-warming. I even signed a couple of books that one of them had purchased.

Alls well that ends well. 🙂

Poolside at the hotel. As you can see it is quite a large property in a rural setting. The building on the left is where I am staying.
Poolside at the hotel. As you can see it is quite a large property in a rural setting. The building on the left is where I am staying.
A view of the hotel from the parking lot. Okay, the parking lot isn't  the most attractive, but it shows the extent of the property.
A view of the hotel from the parking lot. Okay, the parking lot isn’t the most attractive, but it shows the extent of the property.