Things are becoming complex again in my life. My Anna has major surgery scheduled on August 7th, my SSDI hearing (2 1/2 years in the making) is August 10th, and our youngest child son leaves for college on August 18th, so all the preparations are time consuming… doctor’s appointments, medical records assemblage, and shopping for college freshman dorm needs. The list keeps growing.
Thank goodness we’ve a wonderful family/ support system surrounding us.
We like our quiet life to be uninterrupted, so several major events in one month will prove stressful. But, then again, this is life, and it certainly beats the alternative.
Here’s my math for 07/19/2017
71 + 201 + 7 + 9 +1 = 282 words from Chapter 3 “165 Hours Before.”
The setup: Etain receives a well-deserved respite from her children and enjoys the company of her ottonol, Amna Dresh.
This feels so good. Merch and Amna’s apartment’s solarium was the only place left Etain could bask naked. Gno’ Alywards needed their sun— but the humidity here on Takran! Etain breathed deep and stretched her arms toward the afternoon sun, glad Amna had turned up the dehumidifier for her. Etain had been alone for two hours, something a mother of eight never managed without assistance.
“That dark skin of yours positively glows with purple undertones after a good basking.” Amna leaned against garden door. She was a match for Stra height and fight-wise, but she was older, the palace’s retired guard captain, Merch’s personal guard, her adviser, and her lover of over twenty years. Even so, she’d been Etain’s ottonol and chief she-beast wrangler for even longer. But more than anything, Amna was Takla, one of the final generation. She wasn’t angered by the repopulation of her home world by other species. It was time to let go, she said, and Takran would be in good hands. “Ready for a bath?”
Etain appreciated the way her ottonol’s sarong hung just so at her hips, revealing the curves of her muscular upper body. “That sounds wonderful.” Then she noticed the lascivious smile spreading across Amna’s face. “You have run that tub for two.”
“Three, actually. Remember how big it is?” Amna took Etain’s hand in hers, pulling her from the lounger. “I’ve opened a bottle of good colony red for you.”
“Thank you. Does this mean Merch is on her way?”
“She’ll be here soon.” Amna stepped back to admire her. “Some things never change.”
“Please. I have given birth seven times with two cesareans. I did not look anything like this when we first met.”
“Scars mean strength and those tattoos…” Amna held open the bathroom door. “None of us look like we did, but that’s as it should be.” She pulled off her sarong, stepped into the tub, and extended her hand. “Come here, Tsunami Woman. Let’s make some waves before our time together slips away.”
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* WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet Math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that