Fresh air and airports.

On Saturday I hung out the first laundry of the year. We’ve been putting the bedclothes out  air all winter long in order to sleep in fresh air, but this was the first time in months that it’s been possible to dry stuff on the line. (It helped that I’d first tumbled those clothes in the dryer for a few minutes.)

Not that it was super-balmy, mind you. This was mid-30s weather, but a nice breeze blew and the sun was strong and constant. By midday the temperature in the greenhouse was in the 70s. Maybe I should have dried the clothes in there.

The next day DF put the comforter, blanket and top sheet out to gain the benefit of the sun and wind. He had to hang the linens lengthwise to keep them from dragging in the snow. Despite steady daytime melt, the drifts are still high near the clothesline because of DF’s use of the snowblower.

Two days after my second cataract surgery we got another dumping of snow, the first in several weeks. About nine inches fell at our place, plumping up what already lay on the ground. I don’t know how much has fallen this year and I don’t know how much of it was still there after sublimation and melt. But the back yard still looks fairly snowbound.


On the other hand, when DF drove me to the airport at 10:30 p.m. we could hear a steady dripdripdrip off the carport and the eaves. It was 37 degrees and we could still see a little bit of light in the west. At this time of year it seems spring will never arrive, but once it starts it moves fast.


A long, strange trip

I’m writing this from the airport, waiting to fly to Seattle and then to Tampa to visit with my dad, sister and brother in Tarpon Springs. This trip feels unusual, for two reasons:

Reduced vision. I won’t be able to get new glasses until about the third week of April. Walking solo and specs-less through the Ted Stevens Anchorage International Airport made me feel super-vulnerable. I can see things near me but my distance vision is not great.

Luckily I’m fairly familiar with the Ted, but it still felt odd to have to squint my way to the C gates. Found them just fine, but I still feel insecure. Now I’m seated near my gate and feeling so jumpy that I put on the wraparound shades from the cataract surgery goodie bag. This is the first time since first grade that I haven’t had to wear glasses and my face feels nekkid.

Ease of boarding. Usually I fly with a buddy pass, which means standby and which also means I sometimes can’t get on the flight(s) that I want. This time I used my last frequent flier miles for the Anchorage-Tampa leg and paid cash for the return trip.

In other words, I can board when everyone else does rather than linger on the fringes and hope that a seat will open up. Ditto the homeward travel: I won’t get bumped to the next flight (or the one after that, or the third or fourth one after that).

Of course, there’s a slight chance I’ll get booted off this flight if it’s oversold. Pretty sure a non-revenue passenger like me will have to wait her turn. Here’s hoping I don’t.


While in Florida….

My plans for this trip are fairly simple:

Hang out with loved ones.

Try not to melt (“fresh air” in Tarpon Springs at this time of year = really warm fresh air).

Finish the second book.

About that last: It’s all done except for the introduction. I’ve edited and rewritten all the other chapters. Once I get the intro written I can determine the final chapter order, compile the document and, yes, start re-editing. It seems no matter how many eyes are on a book you can generally find a mistake (or more than one mistake) in the finished product. Certainly I’ve noticed a few in the original Your Playbook For Tough Times.

I can also send the rough(ish) draft to DF, who’s volunteered to look it over for errors or other issues. While he’s doing that I can finish my own edit and start working on the press release (which will include a Q&A), and contact some personal finance writers who have indicated an interest in providing a blurb and/or running reviews on their sites.

This all makes for a lot of hurry-up-and-wait. Until I get the blurbs I can’t finish the “Advance praise for…” pages. Without those pages I won’t be able to get the book formatted. Without a formatted copy I can’t get a cover designed; the cover dude needs a page count in order to make the spine the right size.

When it all happens, I’ll certainly let you know. (Boy, will I.) Until then, the short-term discount for the first book continues through April 18. Visit my payment platform and use the coupon code VOL2 to get the e-version (PDF) for $5. (You can buy with PayPal or a credit card.)

Thanks to those who’ve taken the time to add their reviews to the Playbook Amazon landing page. I feel so loved. Vulnerable, but loved.


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  1. Cheryl

    OMGGGGGG!!! I LIVE IN TARPON SPRINGS!!!! After all these years of reading you, I never knew you had people here?!!
    What are my changes for a meet up at the local Wendy’s 🙂

  2. Wow, you are braver than I am. I live in the mid-atlantic region and have only just started to hang out the clothes again. I too, have worn glasses since the second grade and would not recognize DH without them. Once again, braver than me. I would have never even considered flying. Don’t live anywhere near Tarpon Springs for a meet-up, but am looking forward to the next book.

    • Donna Freedman

      I was nervous about the first surgery, but DF had already gone through it and he told me exactly what would happen. The place I (and he) used is one that does nothing except ophthalmic laser surgery. The practice has things down to a science and is staffed by cheerful, caring employees who understand just how scary it is to have freezing drops (or long, curved needles) put in one’s eyes. I never felt condescended to and I always felt supported. The whole thing took less than three hours from sign-in to goodbye.

      The first time I opted for a dose of oral Versed; for the second one I didn’t bother because I knew how it was going to go. Although I do still need glasses, which I can’t get for another couple of weeks, I can move around pretty well without them. Navigating the airport made me a little nervous, but now that I’ve done it I know it’ll be just fine on the return trip.

      Oh, and I have to increase the type size when I work on the book. Thanks for your interest, and stay tuned: I will be staging a giveaway.

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