October 18
For what it’s worth, I’m talking to myself again. I think we are friends now, where for a while I wasn’t sure.
1979
For what it’s worth, I’m talking to myself again. I think we are friends now, where for a while I wasn’t sure. It seemed I couldn’t do anything right as far as I was concerned. But yesterday’s lecture/discussion went well I think. At least we discussed and I didn’t have to drag them into it. Now I know everyone in the class, too.
It’s back to business; I have a lot of lost time to make up!
Bedtime-
A good day! My third in a week. I appear to be out of the self-deprecating woods. How very, very pleasant. Tomorrow I wow them at the Advisory Board meeting. (Ha…there’s little chance for that.) Those meetings are boredom itself. The free donuts and lunch will be nice, though. So will I.
1984
I have been very productive this week, finishing two proposals (one for a summer workshop, one for a summer research grant). Jim’s working late now. These 12-hour days are taking a toll on him. When he worked in theater he worked that long and longer, most of the time. Good thing he didn’t stay in theater. I’ve been tired lately, too. Having sole care of Kiddo is exhausting.
I need to write even more than I do. I am working on 3 fiction projects, one non-fiction, and one scholarly paper. That’s enough beginnings, right? Time to finish something, bozo. The story of my life.
Later, at bedtime:
One of my students complimented me on Kiddo and then remarked that I seemed to “have it all”.
Comment 2024
Ha ha ha ha ha.
2014
Fall, a poem. (A work in progress)
Comment 2024
The 2024 version:
2017
Reminder: today is Wednesday.
Yesterday I did minor cleanup tasks in the morning. Then we had lunch at Franklin’s and went to the church to sort out the archives closet. Considering OMEKA for cataloguing the archives. My mind just raced ahead to church history, church archives, General Assembly. I need to acquire - regain - some self-discipline, fast!
I have Book 3 hovering around, sometimes on my mind, sometimes in the corner of the room, sometimes in the middle of a faraway ocean. Then I have new ideas crowding in on me, enough to keep me engaged for years. Which will I do? Which should I do? Which would I regret not doing?
Oh, my.
Comment 2024
Ding, dong the book is dead.
2018
Inktober Day 18 (What you find searching “bottle” on Google images.)
2023
Today I will draft an email to the residents of my retirement community that needs to simultaneously encourage some of them to come see our Lit Flicks screening of “Beowulf” and also make sure the faint of heart and easily offended stay home.
2024
This afternoon I drove up into the mountains to attend a tai chi retreat being taught by a friend. This evening I was reminded by my body that I am 75 and have never done this before.
Wasn’t it nice of Inktober to offer a prompt I could use.
