Mount Zion Ryan

1. I have ordered and eagerly await the arrival of a role-playing game called Faery’s Tale. From the website:

You can fly. You can fight. You can save the world. Soar.

You are a pixie, brownie, sprite, or pooka protecting the enchanted fairy-tale land of Brightwood in this interactive storytelling game suitable for ages 6 & up. Foil plots by your wicked dark faery kin, rescue youngsters from giants, overthrow sorcerous tyrants, awaken princesses from magical slumbers, watch over faery godchildren or embark on other amazing adventures, happily ever after.

It is aimed at parents and children.

2. I have lined up a possible gig editing a novel. If it goes well, and I am going to do everything to see that it does, it may open the door for more editing work. And a freelance editor is about as clsoe to a dream job as I am likely to get.

3. My wife and daughter had a guest over yesterday. Her name is Maudie May and she is a pug dog. She actually belongs to my mother-in-law. I would have never picked my MIL to be a doggie-momma, but she is nuts for this dog. I can’t stand the little booger. I don’t know why, I’m ashamed to say. I love dogs. Love ‘em. I have owned three pugs. Loved them all. but this little spoiled princess pooch just rubs me the wrong way. She is whiney and spoiled and…don’t fret, she doesn’t like me either. And, in my defense, before MIL got her we were thinking of adopting her and when we first met she took an immediate dislike to me.

My dog, Buster, also a pug, has moved out. After biting Paul, we just couldn’t keep him in the home. I think he was trying to move up the pack hierarchy and saw Paul, as the youngest and smallest, as his way up. If Paul were older I doubt it would have even happened. Still he had to go. Luckily Anthony(beware his blog is enthusiastically political), Paul’s Godfather, has long been Buster’s pal and he took the naughty dog in.

I miss Buster. I miss having a dog.

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