Sunday, October 28, 2012

It's characteristic of "blogs" I suppose, that they are

"occasional" in the classic sense of the term, i.e. often specific to occasions. Today (the 28th of October 2012), is the occasion of the 73rd anniversary of my parents' wedding. October is a full month around here, with our own anniversary (29 this year), and Jake's birthday (26 this year), and George's birthday (101 this year) and MY birthday (66 the other day) and George &  Bunny's anniversary (73 as stated above), and #2-daughter-Kristin's birthday (40 this year).

And then of course, Halloween. As if I weren't scared enough.

Booga-booga!!!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Well damn, once again

Just found out Arlo Guthrie's wife died the other day, cancer of some ilk. I've always felt a kinship with Arlo for some reason, don't know exactly why, other than that we're roughly the same age (he's about 8 months younger) and I'm very fond of a lot of his music and I think he's got a terrific sense of humor. He also seems to have dealt with the specter of possible Huntington's Chorea rather intelligently, by refusing to live his life for the future but instead living it in the here & now, all the time, apparently. There's a note on his wife's passing on his website that stresses that philosophy. I feel sad for Arlo (it was a very long marriage), but I also admire the way he (seemingly) deals with the events of his life, one at a time, here & now, then move on. Much to admire in the guy, I think, and he has my sympathy for his loss.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

It's raining again dammit, October has turned into what November used to be

weatherwise. I got a few hours work into the shed yesterday (cold but sunny) so got about 25% of the sheathing up on the roof. All the sheathing is up on the walls except for a couple dabs over & under the rough openings for the doors. The nastiness of the change in late-season weather around here lately is threatening to put an early kibosh on the shed project, but I should be able to get the sheathing up and a protective covering of 15# felt (tar paper) on it to hold off the winter. Then some improvised door coverings - not sure what to do about the stuff in the old shed: I don't think it'll hold up another winter.

The Fiction Writing Group is evolving well; sad to have lost two of our early mainstays though we hold out hope that they'll rejoin at some point (who knows) - I think the notion of writing occupies a different place in the life & priorities of each of us. The ACT of writing is a whole different proposition from the notion of writing of course and therein lies the explanation for the fact that many of us can manage to get it together for a few hours twice a month, but not for the hour or two (or more) a day to actually be as productive as we'd like to. I include myself in this "unable to be as disciplined as we'd like to be about actually writing" crowd, but I'm working on it.

Dream Journal - another odd dream involving a house and water. The house was, as is typical of these dreams, not actually my house - as if, in the dream, my house was being played by another house. And water was collecting on the floor around a ratty old toilet (not in the least resembling either of the toilets in my ACTUAL house). I vacuumed it up with the shop vac (handy thing that wet-dry shop vac). Then it got wet again. Then I woke up & checked the actual toilet and it was fine. Then the dogs had to go out (it was about 0400) so I fed 'em & let 'em out for a minute, then went back to bed and had another snippet of a (completely unrelated) dream the details of which escape me but it involved a car (not mine) crashed into a brick wall and a search for some fugitive or other who was discovered hiding in a recess in the brick wall above. Or something like that - it wasn't completely clear to me where the guy was actually hiding; someone got their hands on him & dragged him out. Then I woke up.