Sunday, February 6
Soup or Sunday
An overcast Sunday morning here on the edge, we're just back from taking the dogs for a walk along the Poudre River just down from our house, snow falling on cottonwoods and the dreary February winterscape, dead brown grass, piles of fallen leaves, little round grains of snow, like sand through the hourglass, ticking away the hours until kickoff. Made good progress on the blue room yesterday, cleaning much of it up, building the bookcase (check that off the list), moving books from the double-stacked shelf to it, and started the final sort of my mom's estate papers to turn over to the estate attorney's accountant later this week (with luck). So instead of watching the commercials and the accidental football later (meaning I'm not really ticking down the hours until kickoff), I'll likely duck back into that room and work for a couple more hours.
I also spent a good couple of hours last night working on the paper copy of the novel, editing a couple chapters. Kristen and Connor were at the high school play, a Neil Simon comedy about the Book of Job from the Bible. Weird, eh? God's Favorite. One of Connor's good friends had a lead part as a freshman; he and Connor have made a few movies together, too, and Connor and he always talk about putting together a band (Ben plays bass). Reade was baby sitting for Ben's littlest sister, so she had I had seen the play Friday night. I'm rambling. I need to spend some time making edits here, but a priority right now is finishing off the blue room and moving this laptop and net connection into that room, which is actually just behind the blue wall of this here bedroom. So they're both blue rooms now that I think about it. Alright, alright. Later.
I also spent a good couple of hours last night working on the paper copy of the novel, editing a couple chapters. Kristen and Connor were at the high school play, a Neil Simon comedy about the Book of Job from the Bible. Weird, eh? God's Favorite. One of Connor's good friends had a lead part as a freshman; he and Connor have made a few movies together, too, and Connor and he always talk about putting together a band (Ben plays bass). Reade was baby sitting for Ben's littlest sister, so she had I had seen the play Friday night. I'm rambling. I need to spend some time making edits here, but a priority right now is finishing off the blue room and moving this laptop and net connection into that room, which is actually just behind the blue wall of this here bedroom. So they're both blue rooms now that I think about it. Alright, alright. Later.
