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Hoot Island. The folks at Hoot Island have seen my story…and I think they like it. I’m working on the frame story over the weekend and sending it back to them. Keep your legs crossed for me, will ya?

Mrs. Kurtz, On Hold, part the fourth. Note: The hubby’s name has been changed to Marcus. Mrs. Kurtz squealed. “Marcus!” “What about it, woman? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Marcus flipped through a copy of the TV Guide. “Fine,” she said. He wanted to watch cable television when he could have been using the internet,

Graduation! Ray’s too big for the infant car seat. The straps just won’t stretch any more. She’s too long. Today: the big carseat. The sitty-uppy carseat. The forward-facing carseat. For some reason, I keep hearing George Thorogood songs in my head.

Writers? Maybe this is you. Do you remember all the people, as you were growing up, that were going to be writers? What happened to them? Especially that one kid in junior high–oh so much cooler than I–who wrote that great sci-fi military story, the one I dared criticise, because I just do? I started

Deep thought. Not that this is saying much, but I’m more practical than I used to be. I’m not sucked into things so much. I don’t miss it. Except for those few times I’m reminded of mystical things, deeper meanings, symbols. Magic. I don’t feel magic the way I used to. I’m not as spiritual.

A creature of habit. Before I forget, here are some of the things Ray’s doing: Banging two rocks together. Or anything. Making a race for the plug-ins, mouse/keyboard cords, and the kitty’s tail. And getting closer every day. Picking up things and shaking the hell out of them. If she likes them. Putting everything in

Cuteness. Lee saw this. I didn’t. He has Ray to himself in the mornings when I’m at work. He has a bottle of pumped milk that he adds some iron-fortified cereal to (no spinach for our princess). She can guzzle the stuff on her own now. Well, he heats the milk, adds the cereal, shakes

More Mrs. Kurtz: On Hold, ep. 3 But the voice of Jim T. Biggins continued: At first, it was just the cleaning staff. We never could keep cleaning staff. A couple of night-watchmen. Support personnel. Forms processors, accountants, mailroom staff, file runners. Finally, even the phone staff– YOUR CALL IS VERY VALUABLE TO US. PLEASE

In the mail again, just can’t wait to get in the mail again… “Customer Service” is in the mail again, this time to Hoot Island. “As usual, everything was wrong when I arrived at work. Bob hadn’t opened the case on that system I told you about on Thursday, let alone replaced the video card.