Redesigning my webpage has not made me fifteen pounds lighter or finished the book, but aside from the fact that there’s a bunch of detail work I still need to do, it’s made me somewhat happier. So, too, did Deborah and Lisa making me go swim yesterday morning. 2000 or 2200 yards (I lost count a little) and then walking home restored my equalibrium a bit. There’s lap swim Monday and Wednesday from 11-12 and Saturday from 10-11. Given how much better it made me feel, I am now committed…
hair, weight, web page
Bleaching my hair will not make me fifteen pounds thinner. Redesigning my webpage will not finish this book. I can’t decide if it’s good or just annoying that I can recognize avoidance techniques/displacement issues like that. *Especially* because recognizing them doesn’t make me any less desirous of redesigning my webpage (yes, I *know* I just did it; you see my point?) or bleaching my hair. It just makes me crabby. I’m feeling very crabby right now. I’ve blown my no-sugar thing, and if I start again now I won’t be…
ok, that was cool
Ok, that was cool. The Forbeses just came by with copies of URBAN SHAMAN for me to sign for them. I hadn’t seen Rene since last summer and I don’t think I’d seen Liam or Lisa since David’s wake. That was just…good. It’s good to see family.
My goodness, what a lot of little boys!
My goodness, what a lot of little boys! Ted and I drove out to Big Lake tonight to see my family, who were in town in droves. Johnny and his two oldest boys, Jacob who is befreckled and Joshua who is a dead ringer for his daddy (not that Jacob doesn’t look like him, but Joshua looks startlingly like him); Maggie and her three boys, Louis, Derek and Ian, who all have their mommy’s eyes (she appears to still have them too, which is a relief) and also her nephew…
what a difference
What a difference getting up at 6:45 and getting up at 7:45 makes to my mindset. Earlier is better. I feel more like I can tackle things, or something. Like I haven’t already wasted a big chunk of the day. Writing’s hard enough in the summer (I just want to be outside PLAYING), but boy, get me started an hour later and I just feel like everything’s shot to shit. Combine that with the whole “why isn’t this book done yet, I’ve already put lots of work into it” feeling…