Gotta say it's so
hard to have my youngest's senior year be put on indefinite hold. So far, the
musical is canceled, which is to be expected. Prom is postponed for now.
Graduation is up in the air as far as walking to get a diploma. She's handling
it pretty well all things considered. I'm very proud of the level of maturity
she's showing.
Not a bad week for
television but slower than usual. I've been taking on as much work as I can in
case the well runs dry there. Who knows how long the quarantine will last?
I can safely say
I'm disgusted by the fact Hiram is a free man on Riverdale. And I'm beyond "meh" about a long-lost
daughter showing up. I am very intrigued by the whole flash-forward cut scenes
at the end of each episode. I'm very interested to see where those go.
Caught another
episode of Danger Man, which started
season two for me. I guess I didn't realize the second season went to hour-long
episodes. I'm not sure I've seen any of those.
Watched the season
two premiere of Roswell, New Mexico.
I'll be brutally honest … I'm really not sure I'm down with the whole
"let's kill Max" concept. For now, I'm trusting the creator but if
I'm let down with where things go, I'll be done watching. I do love Michael's
journey so far. I'm not thrilled Maria is still completely clueless about the
alien angle, but I'll see how that plays out also. I love where Alex and Kyle
are right now. Here's hoping I'm not completely let down by this show.
On a very happy
note, I'm in the middle of watching Miss
Fisher and the Crypt of Tears and it's so, so good. I'd read reviews that
implied it didn't measure up to the series, but, in all honesty, I'm actually
pretty pleased with I'm seeing so far. Considering this movie happened because
fans were more than happy to crowd source the filming, I'd say the general
public can zip it.
That's pretty much
it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Approaching Midnight, a
holiday-themed novella with the characters trying to decide if they really have
a chance at romance or not.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
It's approaching midnight on New Year's Eve and Greta Davis
has to decide whether to meet Mick Caplin at the NYE ball or if it's too crazy
to even think they have a shot at love. After all, they've only known each
other since Halloween.
And a snippety peek…
“How did I get sucked
into this again?” Greta Davis—Auntie Gee to her five nieces and nephews—trudged
up the sidewalk with the costumed kids in tow.
Nobody would’ve
caught her schlepping through the neighborhood on Halloween night a year ago. Twelve months ago, you were still with the
douchebag. You’re better off without him, remember? Yes. She absolutely
remembered Justin Hartman and every reason they were no longer together after
almost a decade of coupledom, much to her family’s dismay. They loved Justin to
pieces. Then again, he never showed his asshat side when they were around.
A tug on her sleeve
reminded her she had five kids to keep track of. “Yes, Kenley. Go ahead and
knock or ring the doorbell.” Her married siblings decided to take advantage of
Greta’s new single status so they could all have date nights.
Kenley shook her
head. “Auntie Gee, you need to be the one to do it. Remember the scary guy at
the last house?” She shuddered in her fairy costume.
The scary guy had a
gorilla mask on, which Greta found amusing. Kenley, on the other hand, freaked
out and hadn’t gotten over it yet.
Greta slid a glance
toward the other four. They each shook their heads, following Kenley’s lead.
Okay, then.
Greta stepped up onto
the stoop and knocked on the door. “Trick or treat.” She started to ease back
but the occupant of the house greeted her in record time.
The sight before her
sent her pulse into overdrive. Hello, handsome. Clad in jeans and a T-shirt,
the dark-haired homeowner held a huge bowl of treats in one hand and had a wide
grin on his face. Greta resisted the urge to fan her newly heated face.
The man stuck his
free hand out. “Greetings, weary traveler. What a fine group you have under
your wing tonight. I’m Mick, the chief candy wrangler this evening.”
Greta clasped his
palm. “Greta, and this undercover bunch are my siblings’ offspring.” A zing of
connection shot straight up Greta’s arm before she let go of his hand.
Oh, my. Very
exciting.
Mick set the bowl on
the small plant stand. “Have a go, kids. One for each of you.” He moved aside
in the direction of Greta. “So … none are yours?” He nodded toward the
grabby-handed quintet.
Greta laughed.
“Thankfully, no. I don’t think my siblings thought far enough ahead when they
concocted their plan to have Auntie Gee take the pack trick or treating so they
could have date nights.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “I get to drop
off this crew promptly at nine and let their parents deal with the hopped up
bunch.” She grinned.
Mick barked out a
laugh. “I like your style. That’s totally something I would do … if I had
brothers and sisters.”
Oh,
he gets it. I like him.
Kenley’s brother Finn
tromped over to Greta’s side. “Aunt Gee, we’re done. We gotta go … the other
side of the street is waiting for us.” His military helmet tilted precariously
to one side of his head.
Mick reached out and
set it straight. “Sounds like you’re the man with the plan.” He tapped the top
of the headgear.
Finn preened. “You
know it. My mom says someone’s gotta keep Aunt Gee on her toes.”
Greta rolled her
eyes. “Go wait by the sidewalk. And remind me to tell you something about your
mom and who led who astray.” She turned her attention back to Mick. “There’s
something to be said for being an only child.” Two more of her nieces went to
wait with Finn.
Mick’s lips twitched.
“The grass is always greener, right?”
“Mick? You ‘bout done
out there? I can’t find the remote!”
Mick shook his head.
“Yeah, Gramps. Be right there.” He chuckled. “I’ll lay odds the remote is right
beside him.” He grabbed the bowl and tucked it under his arm. “Enjoy the rest
of the trick or treating.” Opening the door, he paused and angled his head
around. “This is spur of the moment and all, but have a drink with me.”
Greta’s eye widened.
“Uh … tonight?” She actually hoped so … because she’d talk herself out of it if
he wanted to meet any other time.
He nodded. “Yeah, if
you’re free, that is. I guess I shouldn’t assume you’re not married.”
She shook her head.
“No, I’m not. And I’m not dating anyone either.”
He grinned. “So,
Planks on the Square? Around nine thirty?”
She nodded and backed
away. "Nine thirty works for me. I’ll see you there.” She turned and
grasped Kenley’s hand then waved to Mick. “Nice meeting you.”
He lifted a hand in
farewell and entered the house.
Hot damn. She had a
date.
This one is kind of
fun. I love writing holiday-themed books and I get to hit four with this story.
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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