Yesterday morning was "date morning." That's the next day after "date night." I'll leave it to your imagination what goes on then.
Mike slept in really late because he couldn't get to sleep until 3:00am or so due to his itchy arms. He has this really weird thing that happens to him in the summer around harvest time. It started three years ago. He gets this deep itch on his arms that drives him crazy, but there is no rash. Just itch. He's narrowed it down to handling watermelon or tomatoes. He didn't have the itch last year, but he was more careful then, wearing long sleeved shirts and pants outside, and always had somebody else harvest the watermelon and tomatoes. This year, because our watermelons have been so late because of the hail, he even bought a couple. However, it wasn't until weeks later that the itch returned.
When he finally woke, it might have been because of the rolling thunder that sounded like it was right over our house. It threatened to storm for about and hour before the rain came. It rained for most of the day. It let up at one point and I went out to harvest tomatoes. I got through one 100ft. row then heard a strange sound. I figured it was a car on the nearby big road just behind the trees. Then Mike came out to see what I was doing and noticed it to.
"Wow, listen to that wind!" he said and looked in that direction. But the trees were still.
"You know, that could be rain," I said, thinking I was probably wrong.
Then it got louder. And louder. And we felt a drop. Then another. Then it was a mad dash back to the house with Mike carrying my very full and large basket as he sprinted. We made it into the porch without getting completely soaked.
"The plants! Let's get them in!" He had seedlings on the greenhouse deck, getting pummeled by the rain.
I propped open the porch screen door.
"No! Let's put him in the greenhouse," he shouted, the rain now deafening and any hope of staying dry vanished.
"The greenhouse?" I said, as if he was crazy, "That's disastrous! Why not the porch?!"
Twice now this summer he's brought in seedlings to the greenhouse, shut it up so the rain didn't come in, then forgot about them the next day when the sun was out and they cooked, almost to the point of death. So we brought them into the porch and by the end we were completely soaked as if we had jumped in a pool with all of our clothes on.
Then the power flickered. Then it went off. No biggy, I thought, I'll just continue working on my manuscript for Pitch Wars. Just as I sat down at the computer, the power returned. I worked on my synopsis then re-read another query I had forgotten that I wrote a couple days ago because I didn't think it was all that good. Suddenly I had an idea. If I moved this here, and that there, then insert this... Hey! I think this might actually be really good! I thought. And it's short! I considered posting it on FB, and having my "friends" give me their opinion, but instead I sent it to Sara.
I decided to make venison burgers, corn on the cob, and green beans for dinner, chips and salsa for an appetizer. I started the buns at 3:30pm or so, and decided to use the pizza dough recipe with a little more flour in it. I hadn't made buns in quite a while and didn't want to look up the recipe. I had the pizza dough one memorize.
An hour later as I pulled the dough out of the bread machine, and prepared to form the dough balls so they could rise for a couple hours before baking, Mike went to pick up the kids. I boiled two 1/2 pint mason jars with water to create steam in the microwave, then set the baking sheet with the flattened dough balls there. After an hour, half the usual time to rise the dough, I opened the microwave door and saw the most enormously obese buns, spilling over the side of the baking sheet. I imagined the giant burgers that would have to go with them and it reminded me of that old Sesame Street sketch with Grover as the waiter and the blue rando guy as the customer who orders a big burger. I considered starting over with the buns but there wasn't time. We were going to have obese burgers. The kids came back, Shiloh and Judah in tow, and they peered inside the toaster over where I had just put the buns to bake.
"Wow, Mom," Quinn said in his deep but not yet changing tween voice, "those are some big buns!" Yeah, I know.
After dinner clean-up, just as I was about to go back to my computer, for some more obsessing over my manuscript for submission on Monday or Tuesday (you can submit until 10PM on Wednesday night and I might be gone all day on Monday), the power went out again. It was dark. Oh, the power will come back on within minutes like this afternoon, I thought. After five minutes it didn't. Then ten. Then fifteen. Then that helpless "what do I do now?" feeling came over me.
What is there to do without light and electricity, right? How did our ancestors even live? How do the Amish do it? The kids lit candles and were very excited about the whole event. Mike was worried. I went to the greenhouse to do some yoga and seriously considered just going to bed at 9:00pm. After a couple hours, right as Mike get in the car to drive around the community to "research" who had power and who didn't, the power came back on.
I got a reply from Sara, and she really liked the latest query and had a few small changes for me. That's the one I'll be going with. Wish me luck!
Hey all. I need you! If you don't mind, head over here and help me out by giving me your opinion on which sales pitch makes you want to read my still unpublished novel, "Summer 1992" more. Thanks!
No Power and New Query
Jul 29, 2016