Tonight’s WPCA-FM story broadcast was Annika’s Angel, a story dealing with the truth of angels. The story has people that believe in angels, people who doubt that angels exist, and a person seeking the truth of angels. The tale unfolds among a group of old friends who dine together monthly. Angels, however, threaten to disrupt the friendly gatherings. The reader can join the quandary of proving what resists being proven. Tonight’s broadcast had some technical hitches but none of the story was lost and I appreciate WPCA’s broadcast of my story. As I’ve said often, reading my stories for broadcast is a rare privilege for an author and I do not take it lightly. I am grateful to WPCA-FM.
Sitting to listen to Annika’s Angel gave me a bit of a break from the throes of moving into our new place. Day by day, however, it is becoming “home’ as we find in boxes what we’d been looking for and finding places for artwork and for mundane things like forks and spatulas. With a change in computer servers, my printer no longer works and my MacMini is too old to update, so a new computer is on the way. Meanwhile, I can ship things to the Osceola Sun for printing and they also can make the few copies I need. Now retrieving printed things like the 14 pages of ads for a client of more than 35 years, is easier; it’s just a bit over a mile away in downtown Osceola.
The trick of putting unwanted items out on the street and marking them “Free” does work here, too, as it did on Bone Lake. A young man yesterday took two hibachis I was unlikely to use again and was delighted to find them. But today the local hardware store, Bill’s, called to tell me I won the drawing for the Weber Kettle, so I guess I will use the charcoal stash I have after all. Or maybe someone in the family can use my prize. Tomorrow a young pastor comes to browse through my religious books. He’s free to take whatever suits his fancy, which I hope will be many of the books. The theater collection I have will go to the living quarters St.Croix Festival Theater now has for its cast. I’m still hoping to find someone interested in my books on writing. They made me money over the years and the principles in them still are valid. Words and how to put them together still matter. It is one thing to write; it another thing to write and be published; and it is yet another thing to write, be published and get paid for it. The latter has supported my family for decades.
Meanwhile, my car is full of flattened boxes that will go to recycling tomorrow. Mary, our next door neighbor, is a real estate agent and has clients that are moving, so she got the first cart full of flattened boxes to help her clients. How thoughtful of her–and how helpful to me! My objective is to be able to get the car into the garage before the snow flies. To that end I have been struggling to put together a steel garden shed. I got one wall up last night and the wind overnight flattened the whole structure, so today was a re-start day that also uncovered some missteps from yesterday. I now have three walls up, but one side at the end will not align properly. A sliced hand and much sweat did nothing to improve that situation. But that shed WILL SUBMIT!