The plethora of bloom at our place just now expresses perfectly my state of mind. More and more good news!
I am already under contract for this book but Herself still has to approve my plan -- a sort of road map -- for the book before I begin. And it's not automatic -- it's happened in the past that she's rejected my ideas and, kindly but firmly, sent me back to the drawing board.
"Gloria's a . . . a complicated person."
I put the phone down and glowered at it, as if it were responsible for this new and unwelcome twist in my life. "Or as they say around here, crazy as a shithouse rat. And with all the farm work and our wedding set for early June, this is definitely not a good time for a visit."
I was thinking out loud, trying to make sense of the just-ended conversation. "But if things are so bad with her husband that she wants to come stay here -- and for a month or more -- what can I do? And things must be seriously bad -- Glory hates it here. 'Too much nature, she always says -- as if nature was something you wouldn't want to step in."
Phillip looked up from his book with that calm, amused look he's so good at. "This guy's -- what -- your sister's third husband? So problems with married life aren't exactly new to her. What's the big deal this time?"
I continued to stare at the phone, wondering if this had been some elaborate joke. But the thing is -- my sister has no sense of humor.
"Well," I told Phillip -- my poor long-suffering Phillip who deserves better than this, " according to Gloria, the problem is that Jerry's trying to kill her."