Just over a week away, and our movie watching this weekend went more scary than silly with the two remade movies of Stephen King's It. I'll be honest, I also rewatched the original miniseries a couple weeks ago. I like both, but the remake feels scarier to me. But now I need to go back and reread the book, because I think I've forgotten some of the story since I read it last.
I finished my 'drudge' edits this week on Freeing Medusa as well, though I'm not sure how, because the day-job work week was a nightmare. Now I'm going to let it sit and see if I have a reader friend willing to do a read-through to see if I've missed anything, which is highly possible after looking at it over and over for several weeks. Haha. This week, I'm going to start doing some fine-tuning on the first of the short contemporary romances friend has been reading for me. If all goes well the rest of the year, I'd like to have the final Medusa story out, plus at least one in the short contemporary series, maybe two if things go really well. We'll see.
I've got the bread machine going right now, and I've got some final things to tick off my weekend to-do list. I didn't get as much done yesterday as I would have liked, plus we had a couple mishaps that slowed me down--the washing machine decided it wasn't going to spin anymore (at least it was the last load of wash for the day), and I cut one of my toes doing something I've done hundreds of times before, just a freak thing, but I'm not going to be putting on socks and enclosed shoes for at least a few days (not that I'm sorry about that, since I prefer barefoot anyway). So some of the non-chore things on my list for the weekend went by the wayside, too. But I do need to throw some dinner together for today, and I'm still (slowly) working on my clean-out/organization projects in the basement and my book room. Then I want to do some reading for fun.
Before I get to those things, I have a quick snippet for you today from Light the Way Home.
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Nate schooled his expression to neutrality before turning around. Hayden’s chin jutted stubbornly, and his blue eyes narrowed. “I’m saying Lucie might be busy right now,” Nate said evenly. “Maybe we’ll see her outside tomorrow.”
“I can knock on the door.” His son crossed his arms on his chest, covering the spotted blue dog graphic. “She said we’d play later, and it’s later.”
“We can check, but, buddy, you have to promise not to be upset if she’s busy. Plus it’ll be suppertime soon, so we’ll be busy here, too.”
Hayden’s chin jutted out further.
“Just don’t get your hopes up,” he said, trying to keep his tone from dropping in defeat.
Hayden bolted for the back door.
Nate followed more slowly, picking up his son’s jacket from the chair inside the door. By the time he reached the bottom step, he heard his son’s voice, then Lucie spoke in reply, though he couldn’t hear the words. When he cleared the lilac bushes, he expected to see Hayden’s shoulders droop.
He was a little surprised to see the two of them walking into the middle of the neighboring yard while Lucie bounced the big yellow ball on one hand. Huh. He would’ve bet on her putting Hayden off. He paused at the open gate between the yards to watch them. They’d stopped, and she crouched in front of Hayden, who chattered a mile a minute. She nodded as she rose.
Hayden jogged backward a few steps, grinning, then held out both hands.
Lucie gave the ball another bounce before she tossed it to him.
His son caught it, giggling. “Too easy,” he shouted. He jumped once, then moved a few more steps away from her. “Ready?”
“Ready!” She leaned forward and held out her hands.
Nate wished he could see her expression.
Hayden lobbed the ball at her, and she caught it before it hit her in the face. He smiled and shook his head when his laughing son danced backward a couple more paces. “Throw it again!”
“You sure you can catch it so far away?” The tease in her voice made Nate relax. Lucie Russo might be a nice woman. Mindi and Harry trusted her, which meant she was okay.
But she seemed to be enjoying his son, genuinely enjoying him. Maybe she had nieces or nephews–she was comfortable, chatting with Hayden as they played catch.
He leaned on the fence to watch.
“Daddy, come play with us!”
Lucie straightened and looked over her shoulder, eyes widening.
Nate felt a little kick in his gut at the appealing image–pink cheeks, green eyes that tipped up at the outer corners, full lower lip dropping a tiny bit. Lucie Russo was pretty.
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We'll probably fill a few more nights this week with movies in the lead up to Halloween next week, just to get all of our favorites and some new ones in. And now I think I'm going to pull out at least one of my Stephen King faves to reread when I'm not revising or doing other necessary things this week. I'd still love to hear if you're watching Halloween/seasonal movies or reading anything scary this week. Let me know!