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My daughter is out with friends at a “family friendly” magic show that benefits our Eastside Community Ministries, a wonderful organization that offers everything from a food bank, clothing bank, emergency relief, youth program. It’s a faith-based program that works well for our community.
I think the magicians were planning to saw our mayor in half tonight. I hope no blood was spilled. I think he’s spiffy, but he has some detractors.
While my daughter has been out, I’ve been completely unproductive. Oh well.
I did turn off all my lights for an hour even though I’m not sure this really does the deed it’s intended to do. Well, unless the deed is Earth PR or something.
Lordy I’m babbling.
Mostly, I want to share my kitty who has been keeping me company in my living room all evening instead of sleeping on my bed.
Kitty was not happy to be photographed in the dark.
If I am going to take seriously the notion of “blogging” or keeping a journal in public, I probably ought to spend more time planning posts, ought to formulate each thought carefully, so carefully that it doesn’t seem as if I’ve plotted too hard to say just the right thing.
But then I would end up spending too much time writing on this not-a-blog.
I will just be random because it pleases me to be random today.
Random things that have occurred to me today in no particular order:
* sometimes I think and talk like a 14-year-old girl even though I am 50.
* that shouldn’t surprise me since my daughter is 14, and I spend most of the time I am not alone with her or with her and her friends.
* I have been wondering if a shy person who considers herself small and quiet, who lives a small, quiet life, contributes to the world in meaningful ways.
* Yesterday, I spontaneously started to visualize my novel-in-progress as a graphic novel. I could see the art work (and have an artist friend in mind who would be perfect), was almost running my finger along the panels that we would create. It sort of freaked me out.
* I’m probably thinking about this graphic novel business because I’ve been following Neil Gaiman on Twitter (no, he is not following me back, and no, I will not put a link to my Twitter account here).
* It might also have something to do with Watchmen.
* Maybe I would finish the damned novel if I could see it.
* The electric guitar I bought for myself sits neglected in a corner of my living room. I really ought to try to learn how to play it.
* I need to clip my kitty’s claws.
* I still don’t know if the invitation to the White House (a thank you for being part of one of the First Lady’s round table discussions with “ordinary” women back during the primaries) is real. I’ve sent the recommended email, but haven’t heard back. Maybe I shouldn’t have used the word “skeptical” in my email.
* I need to remember that I’m supposed to be in the middle of judging the older kids’ entries in a school poetry contest.
* My cat sits on the back of the sofa behind me and sniffs the throw blanket that’s folded up on that corner.
* My younger brother got a very big promotion with his amazingly huge and important firm. I can now say that I am related to someone really important, though he’s always been important to me.
* My siblings are so amazing it’s no wonder I have an inferiority complex.
* I try to view my inferiority complex as part of my charm.
* I probably wouldn’t feel so inferior if I’d a) finish the novel-in-progress and start sending it out to agents, b) got a “real” job that ensured regular pay, c) enrolled in a creative writing MFA program.
* My arm aches so I will now stop typing.
I’m going to publish this without previewing it. Why not live on the edge, you know? No one reads this shit anyway.
Thank God.
My Girl asked me to feel her forehead after she climbed into the car at school (and shed her shoes, which are flats and not comfortable despite the little heel protectors I gave her).
“I think I’m getting sick because my face is really hot and I’ve had chills all day,” she said.
She was warm, was a little warm this morning, too.
So many of her classmates are sick. Sore throats, chills, fatigue. Literally, a spring fever.
She is eating junk food, drinking water and a small Coke.
“I want to watch something, Mommy,” she said a little while ago.
“The TV’s already on; you just need to turn on the cable,” I said as I handed her the remote.
She promptly pushed the power button and turned off the television.
“Um, dude?” I said. “I told you the TV was on.”
She laughed. “I never listen to what you say. I’m getting so good at that. I just … don’t hear you.”
She got bored within a minute of flipping channels but is now watching an episode of House on Hulu.com.
I just brought her another tiny Coke (bite me if you disapprove), set it down on the TV tray in front of her.
“Ooooh!” she said in a lilting voice, “I felt the breeze of the Cold Coke on my toooeezzzz.”
I spoiled her and bought her the Twilight DVD, so later, after she finishes her social studies homework, maybe we’ll watch it.
I’m wanting to get some more work done (on the now not to be mentioned novel project because I’m embarrassed at how long it’s taking me), but the House episode coming from the laptop less than five feet away distracts me.
“I might need to go into my room to get some work done,” I told my Girl when she started the episode.
“No! Mommy! Don’t leave me!”
She’s too funny.
But I will try to get back to work now. (weaving, stitching, snipping, laughing)
*
a little later: “I’ve got 15 ounces of Coke in me, and I have got to pee!” the Girl said.
She has my shawl draped around her shoulders. “Don’t get my shawl wet in the toilet,” I said.
“I’ll try not to,” she said.
“Trying doesn’t cut it!” I shouted.
“heh heh heh!” she said.
