Happy BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRTHDAY dear DEIIIIIIIIIIRDRE! Happy birthday to YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU! I am attempting to introduce this thing called a “weekend” into my life. My understanding is that “weekends” are like mini-vacations (which are not, it seems, tiny versions of where the Pope lives, after all) and come around every days. We went grocery shopping this morning. Ted said this was normal “weekend” behavior. I find participating in typical human rituals fascinating… We went into Dublin briefly yesterday. While having lunch, we saw James Cromwell. At least, I did. Ted is quite certain…
Tag: daily life
sort of busy, I guess
I guess it’s been a sort of busy day. I swam and wrote helped clean the kitchen and worked up a messy little synopsis for a graphic novel project (because I don’t write enough). I said to /Ursula earlier today that I didn’t think I quite understood what a vacation was. She said, “Isn’t that where the Pope lives?” Just so. :) Maybe I wasn’t that busy. I don’t seem to have very much to talk about, anyway. Anybody, she asked vaguely, know what material the (Tenth) Doctor’s coat is…
today is a day for minutia
Yesterday I took the day off (not so much because of the failed computer, because I write on a different computer, but because I needed it) and worked on my sunburn. It was practically the only opportunity there’s been this summer to work on it, so I did a nice job: That comparatively white stripe there is where my purse strap was slung across my body. A wise and clever Kit I am not. Yesterday my husband carried a tree home. I admired his manliness. :) It’s an apple tree!…
wargh.
Came down to Cork yesterday. Met a nice American couple on the train and chatted with them all the way, thus ensuring I wouldn’t get any work done. Current wordcount: 2000 words behind schedule. Ted has done a massive job of packing up. There is no living room, there are only boxes. The bedroom is by and large a mass of suitcases. The kitchen is…actually, right now it looks like a disaster area, but it’s the sort of disaster area that, with about an hour’s work, will be entirely packed…
thinks & thoughts
I’m trying to figure out a schedule that doesn’t totally wipe me out at mid-day. I don’t seem to have enough stamina, right now, to get up and swim in the morning, then write. I fall asleep during the writing part, and then end up not getting my words done until 6 or 7pm, which feels Very Late Indeed. OTOH, yesterday I started writing early so I could go see The Incredible Hulk (which delivered, I thought. It wasn’t as good as Iron Man, but I thought it pretty much…