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Sunshine is my friend
Jun. 11th, 2009 11:53 amYou can all be offically jealous of my lay-about lifestyle now. I just spent the past two hours sitting outside in the backyard writing.
Yeah, it *was* awesome.
I haven't done the dishes or anything. The only thing I did was that when I felt the old I'm-writing-restlessness come on, I got up and pulled a few weeds and planted a couple of terra cotta pots as toad houses. (I loved toads a child, and would love to encourage them to hang out in my backyard. I haven't seen many in the Twin Cities, though.)
Now that I've come inside, I'm all irritated. Some days it really doesn't pay to check the internets. It just makes me cranky.
But I should go have something for lunch now, before I get wobbly and irritated. I'm thinking about making myself something with eggs and possibly spinach because the day is yet young. Mason challenged me to write 3,000 words today, and, after school, we're all headed to Como Town because they're having free rides at the amusement park between 4:00 pm and 8:00 pm. We're taking Mason's best buddy (this year, at least,) and meeting up with his Mom afterwards for hot dogs. Then, unless it is cancelled for lack of interest (or profound irritation), there's supposed to be Wyrdsmiths' meeting tonight.
Speaking of writers, I really regret not going to the Yeti Birthday Party meeting last night. On Wednesday nights, I have a scheduled chat with one of the mentors from my Witch School. At one point I considered heading over to Yeti afterward, but Shawn talked me into staying home for whoopie. My mentor forgot about it, and so I shot her a quick email hoping she'd see it and pop over. I ended up waiting around in a chat room (talk about feeling like a loser!) for a half hour, and then gave up. Shawn and I had planned a little "The Closer" and then into the whoopie, after Mason went to sleep, but, thanks to some crossed wires on my part, Mason didn't end up asleep until late. We ended up watching TV and very little whoopie was had, although I did kick some serious butt on "Bejeweled" and topped my all-time high score. (Yes, I was sublimating. Why do you ask?)
Still, I'd been particularly craving the company of smart, witty, funny people earlier that day and I'm sure I would have been more than satisfied in that regard at Yeti had I only gone.
All well. Perhaps next month.
Yeah, it *was* awesome.
I haven't done the dishes or anything. The only thing I did was that when I felt the old I'm-writing-restlessness come on, I got up and pulled a few weeds and planted a couple of terra cotta pots as toad houses. (I loved toads a child, and would love to encourage them to hang out in my backyard. I haven't seen many in the Twin Cities, though.)
Now that I've come inside, I'm all irritated. Some days it really doesn't pay to check the internets. It just makes me cranky.
But I should go have something for lunch now, before I get wobbly and irritated. I'm thinking about making myself something with eggs and possibly spinach because the day is yet young. Mason challenged me to write 3,000 words today, and, after school, we're all headed to Como Town because they're having free rides at the amusement park between 4:00 pm and 8:00 pm. We're taking Mason's best buddy (this year, at least,) and meeting up with his Mom afterwards for hot dogs. Then, unless it is cancelled for lack of interest (or profound irritation), there's supposed to be Wyrdsmiths' meeting tonight.
Speaking of writers, I really regret not going to the Yeti Birthday Party meeting last night. On Wednesday nights, I have a scheduled chat with one of the mentors from my Witch School. At one point I considered heading over to Yeti afterward, but Shawn talked me into staying home for whoopie. My mentor forgot about it, and so I shot her a quick email hoping she'd see it and pop over. I ended up waiting around in a chat room (talk about feeling like a loser!) for a half hour, and then gave up. Shawn and I had planned a little "The Closer" and then into the whoopie, after Mason went to sleep, but, thanks to some crossed wires on my part, Mason didn't end up asleep until late. We ended up watching TV and very little whoopie was had, although I did kick some serious butt on "Bejeweled" and topped my all-time high score. (Yes, I was sublimating. Why do you ask?)
Still, I'd been particularly craving the company of smart, witty, funny people earlier that day and I'm sure I would have been more than satisfied in that regard at Yeti had I only gone.
All well. Perhaps next month.