Tomorrow is my last day of being gainfully employed until I find another job. Of course I have all summer to write and get rich (yeah, right) so that I don’t ever have to go back to work ever, ever again. Wouldn’t that be nice.

I also have to spend some time this summer figuring out how to get more exposure.

Speaking of exposure, what ever happened to the show Northern Exposure? Did it get tied up in a neat little bow? I seem to remember something about a grave and that’s slightly disturbing.

Thinking about graves reminds me of my mother and her little jewel box house that we (her children) sold. It had to be done, and I’m okay with it, but sometimes I wish I had that house. Or one like it. There would only be room for me and I would probably get a lot more done.

I must post a picture of that house sometime. She bought it after the big earthquake of (okay when was that earthquake?) 1989. And there were cracks in the outer walls you could put a hand through.

I was in a college classroom in Sacramento during that earthquake and the lights were swaying. That’s how far away that quake was felt. We took a math test right after that and almost everyone flunked. Well maybe not flunked but got worse scores that we normally would. I blame the earthquake.

Now I live in Vermont where earthquakes make unearthly noises. Squealing and grinding. I never heard anything like that in California, and I lived through many, many earthquakes out there. We’ve had maybe two in the last twenty years here. But that’s enough. The sound makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

As does not having gainful employment. No, that’s a lie. I like not having gainful employment, but it did make a convenient segue.

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Lora June 7, 2013 at 1:03 pm

I adored the Maggie fell in love with the bear ep. My fave! I think the grave you’re thinking of is when Ed gets Ruthann a burial site and they dance on her grave. It was very moving.


Sue Schlabach June 6, 2013 at 10:59 am

can’t remember how they ended Northern Exposure, but at its zenith I loved that show. You can get the DVDs and I’ve rewatched the first two seasons several times. My favorite episode (though hard to pick) is when Maggie builds her plane and flies it at the end. Here’s to your summer. May you not worry to much about jobs. Dream of little houses, hang with cute naughty doggie and write when you can.


Susanne June 6, 2013 at 8:02 am

Remember when Maggie fell in love with a bear? It was that ballet dancer who died in real life far too young. He was blonde. Big guy. Last name started with G. I loved that episode the best. I don’t think I saw the ending. Is it on Netflix?

Best wishes for a productive summer of writing.



Julie June 6, 2013 at 5:18 am

Never watched it. Not sure why.

And now, about that job……

Dear Angels, this is my friend Kewl Kate, she’d like to make a (decent and comfortable) living by writing books, and we’d like her to, too. Please intervene on our behalf. (The faster the better.)

That should do it!


Kate George June 6, 2013 at 9:12 am

Thank you, Julie! I can’t image that your intervention won’t help!


Judy, Judy, Judy June 6, 2013 at 12:02 am

I don’t remember everything about NE. I remember that Maggie ended up with Chris. Joel went off to live primitive with an Inuit tribe for a while when their relationship ended but then in the end of the show he made his way back to New York in one of my favorite metaphysical, mystical shows. I don’t remember anyone dying.
I loved that show.


Kate June 6, 2013 at 12:12 am

Was there a motorcycle that died?


Skye June 5, 2013 at 10:21 pm

I never watched Northern Exposure. I tend to watch just a few shows at any given time, although I have heard that was a good one.

I had no problems with earthquakes when I lived in California, but the one I experienced in Seattle scared the crap out of me because it was entirely different from the California quakes I’d experience, plus it sounded like a huge truck was driving down the street. And the one I experienced in Oregon was scary because we didn’t know if a tsunami was coming or what to to about it if one were. And we were right at sea level, on an estuary off the bay, so we’d have been underwater (after that, the Marine Science Center arranged a plan and quarterly practices for in case of tsunamis).

Still keeping you in my thoughts about finding the work you need.


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