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deborahjrossA hot bright day. Indian summer weather. Juggling laundry and catching up after working day job yesterday.
Chapter 25 of SEVEN-PETALED SHIELD keeps growing. I suspect it's really 2 or 3 chapters, all strung together. And I really do have to elaborate on the horse race. A good way to re-enter writing trance state after having my head in blood pressure checks, Rx refills and other stuff yesterday.
The local metro is on strike, as of yesterday, so I'll have to break off early and schlep down to Aptos to pick up Rose and 2 of her hapless classmates. It's really not that much a burden. For one, it motivates me to get cracking on the chapter -- no time to noodle around, waiting for inspiration. Mostly, I'm happy to help her be successful in school, and I'm glad she's meeting other students. It's difficult enough to create and participate in an academic community while commuting such a distance.
I found that the friendships I made in college were very different from those in high school. There are a couple of people from h.s. I'd be curious to get in touch with (but since my h.s. doesn't do reunions, that's unlikely) but I still have special, close friendships with those from college. My best college friend and I -- hi, Bonnie! -- have been part of each other's lives since 1965. 40 years. Through growing up and grad school and breakups/divorces and kids and career changes. That's truly amazing.
Chapter 25 of SEVEN-PETALED SHIELD keeps growing. I suspect it's really 2 or 3 chapters, all strung together. And I really do have to elaborate on the horse race. A good way to re-enter writing trance state after having my head in blood pressure checks, Rx refills and other stuff yesterday.
The local metro is on strike, as of yesterday, so I'll have to break off early and schlep down to Aptos to pick up Rose and 2 of her hapless classmates. It's really not that much a burden. For one, it motivates me to get cracking on the chapter -- no time to noodle around, waiting for inspiration. Mostly, I'm happy to help her be successful in school, and I'm glad she's meeting other students. It's difficult enough to create and participate in an academic community while commuting such a distance.
I found that the friendships I made in college were very different from those in high school. There are a couple of people from h.s. I'd be curious to get in touch with (but since my h.s. doesn't do reunions, that's unlikely) but I still have special, close friendships with those from college. My best college friend and I -- hi, Bonnie! -- have been part of each other's lives since 1965. 40 years. Through growing up and grad school and breakups/divorces and kids and career changes. That's truly amazing.
40 years!
Date: 2005-09-30 10:21 pm (UTC)Re: 40 years!
Date: 2005-10-01 09:53 pm (UTC)Ah yes, to the adventures. Somewhere, I still have the button you made for me, "Incorrigible." As I recall, you painted over another one with nail polish or something like that, and it's well chipped. I wonder what Rose, who is still 19, would think if I wore it now. Every once in a while, I'll do something like burst out into song with the "oldies" from the '70s or '80s on the radio and she gives me this Look, as if I'd just turned purple. Mo-o-om, you're scaring me. Why, because I was once young and listened to pop music -- and learned the words -- and still remember them? Come to think of it, that is pretty scary.
Tonight was a beach bonfire and singalong courtesy of the local Quaker meeting. It's been a long time since Westwind, but I can still belt out, "Blowin' In The Wind" or "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?" with the best of them.