Monday, September 24
Baseball fever
Actually, I've been calling it a rash, but with 8 wins in a row and a game or two out of a playoff spot, maybe it's become a fever. Six games to go. We can hope.
Friday, September 7
Wake me when September comes
Jeez, is it September already?
Indeed. And we're in full fall mode around here. Kids in full action from early Zero Hour music classes to after school dance and play rehearsals, K back to work, the leaves starting to hint like they're tired of being green (we know it's not easy being green, but getting tired of it? I think not). Even the mornings are a bit cooler now than they were just a week ago.
This weekend is packed with Daughter R auditioning for the the town's annual ballet production of The Nutcracker, and Son C has one of his silent film comedies selected and showing over at the TriMedia Festival over in Fort Collins tomorrow afternoon. Both happen at exactly the same time, of course, and K is at a retreat for her school board so I'll be driving all over the Edge of Nowhere tomorrow, forth and back and forth, and back again, chauffering but not seeing the actual events. Bummer. But that's OK. I've seen the movie many times, and I'm sure my 15-year-old daughter would prefer I WASN'T in the room for her audition.
And, yes, I'm working on a novel, as noted lamentably (a word?) below. I'm excited about it, in the major note-building and outline-expanding phase right now, where it's all possibility and hope. And tomorrow, while I wait for kids here and there, I'll be working on it again.
Indeed. And we're in full fall mode around here. Kids in full action from early Zero Hour music classes to after school dance and play rehearsals, K back to work, the leaves starting to hint like they're tired of being green (we know it's not easy being green, but getting tired of it? I think not). Even the mornings are a bit cooler now than they were just a week ago.
This weekend is packed with Daughter R auditioning for the the town's annual ballet production of The Nutcracker, and Son C has one of his silent film comedies selected and showing over at the TriMedia Festival over in Fort Collins tomorrow afternoon. Both happen at exactly the same time, of course, and K is at a retreat for her school board so I'll be driving all over the Edge of Nowhere tomorrow, forth and back and forth, and back again, chauffering but not seeing the actual events. Bummer. But that's OK. I've seen the movie many times, and I'm sure my 15-year-old daughter would prefer I WASN'T in the room for her audition.
And, yes, I'm working on a novel, as noted lamentably (a word?) below. I'm excited about it, in the major note-building and outline-expanding phase right now, where it's all possibility and hope. And tomorrow, while I wait for kids here and there, I'll be working on it again.
