I’ve been in my new rental home in the coastal area of northeast Florida since May. What a time to move. We’re in a heatwave. Still, I love Florida.When driving over a bridge or causeway, there’s nothing like a Florida sky.
There were s few bumps in the road. Some of them big ones. The moving company that brought my furniture down from Brooklyn did not deliver on time. When they finally arrived they’d broken two glass shelves belonging to my baker’s rack and had lost the power chord to my TV. I had to get a local glazier to make two new shelves and purchase a new TV, then file a claim for damages with the moving company.
There were other obstacles of a more gentle nature. I’ve gotten nearly everything in place, except I haven’t hung my knick-knack shelves, pictures, and I haven’t placed my many, many books on my bookshelves. That’s mainly because I haven’t decided where these items will go. I have two large bookshelves and two small ones. Should the paperback mysteries go on the oak bookshelf, or the pine one? What’s a girls to do? Find a scapegoat…er, I mean a suspect. That’s the ticket. I’m a detective story writer. I need a suspect in Ye Olde Bookshelf Caper.
This is my office/guest room where I slave away on the last novel in the Veronica “Ronnie” Ingels/Dawson Hughes series. Here you can see one of my bookshelves is temporarily housing brick-brack and such until I decide where to hang the knick-knack shelves.
Finally, my new recliner arrived and it’s sooo comfy. I have a string of colorful flip-flop lights strung around the bakers rack to give that “Florida feeling”. This is my new home-sweet-home.Finally, my new recliner arrived and it’s sooo comfy. I have a string of colorful flip-flop lights strung around the bakers rack to give that “Florida feeling”. This is my new home-sweet-home.