My mother has decided that she doesn't like where she is living. Her and my sister are moving, and of course, I'm helping them. My back is killing me. They have accumulated an awful lot of stuff. The details are the most exhausting thing about the move.
Wrong paint. The color in the middle is Imperial Sand. The color on the wall is more like fleshy pink.
My daughter Amanda goes to Embry Riddle Aeronautical University in Daytona Beach, Florida. We had given her a car to drive while she's down there. The day before I was to fly down and spend some quality Spring Break time with her, someone had stolen her car. Not only did they take her car, but they also took everything in the interior and trunk, to the tune of $3,300.00 in aircraft tools. Oy. Needless to say, our quality Spring Break time was spent doing a bunch of running around and wondering what kind of people steal from other working-class schmucks like us.
They stole the car right from under her nose and her balcony!
I like to think positively, and remember that there are people who have bigger problems than us.
In the midst of all this chaos and crises, I am querying agents for representation. My nerves are shot and I'm not even halfway through my list.
When I'm feeling like I just want to cry, I remember how delicious the crabs tasted at Joe's Crab Shack on the pier in Daytona Beach, and that makes me smile.
That's me--Queen Crab!