A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
Writers look so glamorous in their dust-jacket photos. I guess a few really are, like Danielle Steel, who has a gazillion children, 74 books to her credit, homes in San Francisco and Paris, and still lives the high-fashion life of one of her undaunted heroines.
Perhaps she has a laptop computer under that skirt, though it could accommodate a PC, desk, printer, and a couple of those kids, too. What other reason could there be for dressing like this on the beach?
But I suspect more look like me when they are writing, especially in colder climates. I'm wearing long underwear, jeans, a heavy Irish sweater, two pair of socks, and a long flannel robe. And I'm about to look for the ragg gloves with the fingertips cut off.
Think Bob Cratchit, before old Scrooge gets the spirit and loosens his grip on the coal shuttle, and without the bow tie:
I was feeling virtuous, not to mention frugal, for keeping the thermostat at 60 degrees. But lately, I've been talking to people who claim their homes are 55, even 52 degrees. Now that's cold.
What's the ambient temperature at your house? And do you fight with your family over keeping it there?