Mike couldn’t focus. She listened to Orion reading her email, but her mind would wander to the rhythmic sound coming from outside and she would need to have the computer repeat itself. Eventually she gave up in frustration and settled into her chair with her knitting.
She smiled and shook her head at the irony of it. Knitting, her, who would have thought? But sometimes when her mind was too fogged with the pain drugs to work and her body too tired to do much else, something calm and simple to keep her hands going was just the thing. She had actually gotten rather good at knitting. Her grandmother had certainly been pleased when she had finally taken an interest in a domestic skill. Truth be told, Mike was actually rather proud of the scarves and socks and afghans she had made thus far. Now she was working on her first sweater.
So, it wasn't really a vacation. It was dead week and finals week and a week in Wisconsin with my thesis clients and two weeks to move to Boulder, Colorado, get settled in and start my new job. Look for new chapters arriving tomorrow!
It was over a week later when Tom again climbed the steep trail leading to Mike’s cabin. He hadn’t known she went by Mike instead of Michelle. It suited her. He liked it. He had seen her six days ago when she had come to “Downtown,” as they called the central cluster of buildings, on her big black horse, sitting tall and relaxed in the saddle, Luke leading the way. People had greeted her as she passed, riding down to the east side of the lodge to see Joy. Arthur had remained tethered outside while Luke had gone in with her.
Tom had headed off to spend the day at the stupa, even though he had wanted so badly to stay and wait for her to come out.
Orion was repeating the last paragraph back to her when she heard Luke bark.
“Orion, halt,” she commanded. “Save and sleep.” The computer dutifully chimed as she closed the lid and stood. She made her way out to the porch. The deep eaves sheltered the interior from the warm summer sun. In winter, when the sun was lower, they would let in the warm light. Andy called out as she let the door fall closed behind her.
About Star Watcher: For sixty years she has been imprisoned, forsaken, and forgotten, but she has not given up. Now the world which renounced her has fallen.War has brewed amongst the great star nations while she endured.Liberated by the New Amsterdam Marine Corp, she turns all her knowledge and strength to their success, but even together they cannot hold the planet when reinforcements turn up.
About Love is Blind: Three years ago, Michelle “Mike,” was a promising college student riding her bicycle home on a dark and blustery night. A flash of headlights and squeal of tires changed all that forever....Into this lonely haven comes Tom, a soft spoken man with a deep voice and strong hands. A cloud hangs over him, the darkness that comes with guilt and regret.
About Dharma Cowgirl: Chapter titles and headlines. Coming next, Chapter Three: No Reason - How and Why I Became Buddhist.
So it's the end of third week. There is nothing to report. No income. I've continued working, but at a slow and easy pace on account of end of semester panic. Next week is dead week, during which I may not post any new material. The good news about dead week, is that the semester will soon be over. I hope to dedicate more time to this project over the summer. It will not be my summer job, as I've hoped. I have accepted a very exciting internship at Rocky Mountain Institute in Boulder, CO. Still, a 9 to 5 will leave me more time and no homework. So keep watching for updates.
The marines swept across the shattered vehicle bay like ghosts – professional, dangerous, and very effective ghosts, Lillian thought.
Lillian. She had not called herself that in several decades. Even before she had been here, when she had a name rather than a number, she had not called herself Lillian. After Glory had died and she had gone underground, she had been known by many names, none of them her own. It was doubtful that her prisoner file would even list the name Lillian DeSoe. Yet that is what she had given the young marine Captain.
“Two days,” the man hiking along behind him replied. His breathing was loud, telling Andy he wasn’t totally acclimated to the altitude yet.
“New York City,” the man replied.
“Ah,” Andy responded, “sea level. I’m sure you got the ‘drink lots of water, stay out of the sun’ orientation, right?”
“Good.” Andy glanced back at the man resolutely making his way up the steep trail, noting the half full nalgene bottle swinging from his belt. He reminded himself to fill up before heading back down.
The man had come to work on the end of season take down crew, even though they wouldn’t start collapsing the summer tents for another week. He was doing odd jobs at the moment, which was how he had ended up pulling weeds at the stupa this morning.