Can't blog. Gotta work.
Load of stone coming today. We got a big honkin cattle gate yesterday. Back that truck in buddy.
Yesterday at Susan's place I got on the little Kubota tractor and harrowed the sand riding ring. Not the right colour tractor but still a tractor and you know how I feel about tractors. However I did such a good job I ran out of riding time. Gotta saddle up today- the pretty red mare needs her exercise!
Getting together with my new little tiny writer's group. There's only three of us and we're all small. Hee hee. I'm wrestling with a SYNOPSIS and I hate it, I hate what I've written and I hate still writing about this damn book, I want to move on, but I can't query this book until I give the agents the synopsis- if they ask for it, they get it!
Have to go walk the dog. Have to, or he looks at me funny.
Gotta scram. Ha ha the first time I typed that it said gotta SCREAM. I just might. I'll take some pictures and maybe I'll figure out how this new iPhoto works on this new computer so I can post pictures from my .... I don't really know what I'm talking about. Oh heck, have a Johnny picture.
Happy thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians. NO clue what we're doing this weekend. Just thankful we have a home. And each other. Gottarunbye.