The Caravan Boss is helping my brother move his stuff closer to the compound. In turn, he’s going to be bringing a few things from Chandler for Emory and me for our start-up house. It’ll be weird not having the compound mates, but Emory is ready for us to venture out on our own. I’ll miss the large table with mismatched chairs so everyone can sit and eat and then play card games after dinner. I usually take that time to sneak away to our overly crowded bedroom, crowded with all the things we own, and do some writing on my novels. I’ll miss hearing their ruckus laughter through my door as the sunlight fades and darkness presses through my open curtains. I will also miss the mornings when the kitchen is alive with coffee pot being filled and dishes clattering. Emory and I are usually the last to get up, but lately, our newest member to the house hold has been last. He usually gets up around noon when the rest of us have already started our day.
Sadly, one of our compound friends has a very sick sister. Nadine, our house nurse and house mother, went to get some medical paperwork done with Anita and Anita ended up having to go straight into the hospital for tests. It’s been a very long couple of weeks for everyone involved. Everyone’s been sharing shifts at the hospital. She’s got breast cancer and it spread to her brain and bones. She had issues for four years, but was too afraid to go see the doctor, so she never did it. The doctors gave her six months to live, so there is a lot that has to be done. Nadine was a nurse for a very long time and she’s seen everything. Everyone is always happy to have her around because when things like hospital visits comes up, she’s the first to be at the person’s side and help them through it.
John needed us to help move some things in Anita’s house so we loaded up in his car; Nadine, Emory and me. It was a long drive out towards the mountains. I live in the city, so I don’t usually venture very far, and though this wasn’t more than maybe a thirty minute drive, I don’t trust homes by the mountains. I think those homes are more likely to see scorpions than the houses in the city. We get very few bugs and besides the itty bitty house spiders, even spiders are fairly non-existent. Anita’s house smelled antique. Nadine and I went straight to stripping the two beds and getting the mattresses positioned to go outside. Emory and John stuck the couch outside. I think we’re going back to clean the fridge and dump some things into recycle. She gave us a list of items that need to go to the community center for the seniors. The one thing I found interesting, besides the tons of items still bagged along the walls, was that she had over three hundred unopened boxes of children valentine day cards. I wonder what she wanted to do with them. I asked John, but he told me to ask my mom. I called my mom and she told me to ask Anita. So I have to ask Anita if I want to find out what all those Valentine Day cards were for. The one thing I want to note is that Anita likes Rug Rats. She has a few items around the house that I wonder if she’d like at the hospital with her.
Since the Super Bowl is in Arizona this year, my boss is letting anyone who works near that event, work from home for the next couple of weeks, mostly because of traffic and events that are happening during that time. My territory was listed as one of those “work from home” spots. I’d do it, but I hate to let Emory come in by himself and battle traffic. It’ll be boring for him and I can lighten the mood. Besides, the zoo is only 10 minutes from where we work and it’s open longer now that Zoo Lights is over, so maybe we can hit the zoo or something and wait out traffic.
HBA: Book 1 cover is gorgeous
Novella: 7/?? Edited: Revision 1