Not much writing today
I woke up, feed the two children who grace downstairs with their presence and then polished off what they left behind with a coffee. I read the paper, then drove with Child Three to pick up a friend and bring her over. I ran the dishwasher, set a load of laundry to washing, and started to fold the three baskets of clean laundry that have been sitting in our bedroom for a week.
Then Child Two asked me to drive her to a friend, so I did that.
I'd like to get more laundry folded but I have an intro lecture to give to the Journalism Department's incoming class of graduate students tomorrow. I can talk on that stuff off the top of my head but I'd like to prepare the syllabus for my summer class, which starts Thursday, before I go in in the morning. So I'll be working on that for the next few hours.
Later today, I have to take my girls to bass/guitar lessons and go shopping, once I figure out what to do for supper. It's a bit hectic for me because Elvi is in Pittsburgh for a blacksmithing conference.
Last night, I tried to meet a friend I haven't seen in 15 years. He sublet my half of the apartment when I took off for California. We tried to connect at St. Sulpice, which has to be the worst place to try to meet someone with its 17 rooms and four terraces. Apparently we were there at the same time, but we did not see each other. Occasions like that lead me to consider getting a cell phone.
Meanwhile, in Pittsburgh, the wife spent last night lesbian-bar hopping.
Then Child Two asked me to drive her to a friend, so I did that.
I'd like to get more laundry folded but I have an intro lecture to give to the Journalism Department's incoming class of graduate students tomorrow. I can talk on that stuff off the top of my head but I'd like to prepare the syllabus for my summer class, which starts Thursday, before I go in in the morning. So I'll be working on that for the next few hours.
Later today, I have to take my girls to bass/guitar lessons and go shopping, once I figure out what to do for supper. It's a bit hectic for me because Elvi is in Pittsburgh for a blacksmithing conference.
Last night, I tried to meet a friend I haven't seen in 15 years. He sublet my half of the apartment when I took off for California. We tried to connect at St. Sulpice, which has to be the worst place to try to meet someone with its 17 rooms and four terraces. Apparently we were there at the same time, but we did not see each other. Occasions like that lead me to consider getting a cell phone.
Meanwhile, in Pittsburgh, the wife spent last night lesbian-bar hopping.
posted by Webs at
1:36 PM
2 Comments:
Your life is so random. I love it.
PS: I can't wait for all the new students gossip.
You go! Screenwriting is such a mind tweak because we're stuck in little rooms writing about life and not living it, or we have such spurts of real life that we can't get to our writing. But the two need each other, as I'm discovering. The pages will wait [unless you're being paid and are on deadline] a day or two while you care for people and actually LIVE. Again I say, you go!
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