Home Again

Yesterday was filled with goodness. There was also some not so good resulting in today's head bees, but that was entirely my fault for not taking care of myself. (I seriously can't eat like crap anymore. No really.) Mom attended her first Alzheimer's Support Group meeting. I'm so glad she went. Maybe now she can get the help she needs with Dad. After that, we dashed over to the Cushing Memorial Library to see Jeremy Brett--archivist and all around AMAZING PERSON. I keep popping over to Bryan/College Station to visit Mom and Dad, and I keep telling myself I'll see Jeremy next time. This time, on a whim, I just called. I figured he'd be too busy to see us. Nope. Not only did he pull out some boxes of military plane photographs for my father--he worked at McDonnell Douglas as well as NASA--but he took us in to see the SFF Archives--he showed us the Shakespeare folio and Spenser collection. There was an herbal too. That was great. Also? I got to touch the 17th century printing press. (Below is an image of what such a critter looks like--not my photo, btw.) 

This helped because I've a rebel printer character in the new novel. She's pregnant and er...it's obvious to me she'll definitely need an assistant or two. See that lever on the far right? That brings the press down to mash the paper against the type. I COULDN'T MUSCLE IT ALL THE WAY DOWN. Not with all my weight. So, yeah. Helpful! Mind you, there are some big differences between a 17th century press and an 18th century press...Okay. I'm a nerd. I know.