Just Connecting, Not Much Else
Jun. 3rd, 2020 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseI don't have anything significant to say. It's Reading Wednesday and I can't even report anything that I've read, because I don't think, "Refreshing Twitter" actually counts.
Mason announced yesterday that he's done with school work for the year. He still has to do his daily check-ins, but otherwise he is officially on summer vacation time. His plan for the unforeseeable future is to head off to the Lutheran church to volunteer for the noon to four shift to feed our neighbors or whatever is needed. I really don't know what we did to deserve this kid. I am so proud.
Our across the street neighbors just delivered hot, fresh, homemade bread to our doorstep.
I was able to write a bit of fan fiction yesterday, which was nothing short of miraculous. I was driving to the grocery store and my Muse interrupted my usual train of thought to give me an opening line of dialogue and to tell me to just skip to the next action scene in the place I was stuck on. I came home and wrote that up, which felt very natural. Like riding a bicycle. It was nice of my subconscious to give me a break from the real world at the moment. However, I hope no one reading this sees this momentary diversion as a turning away from the truth or the fight.
A long time ago, I signed up for a service that tells me what I can expect in the mail and today... nothing. Normally, we get a few bills, but nothing is coming to our box today. Like many of my neighbors in Midway, we are also getting notifications that packages "can not be delivered." I guess the buses will be running today, but still no trains until tomorrow.
Otherwise, the rain provided another quiet night in my neighborhood. How was yours?
Mason announced yesterday that he's done with school work for the year. He still has to do his daily check-ins, but otherwise he is officially on summer vacation time. His plan for the unforeseeable future is to head off to the Lutheran church to volunteer for the noon to four shift to feed our neighbors or whatever is needed. I really don't know what we did to deserve this kid. I am so proud.
Our across the street neighbors just delivered hot, fresh, homemade bread to our doorstep.
I was able to write a bit of fan fiction yesterday, which was nothing short of miraculous. I was driving to the grocery store and my Muse interrupted my usual train of thought to give me an opening line of dialogue and to tell me to just skip to the next action scene in the place I was stuck on. I came home and wrote that up, which felt very natural. Like riding a bicycle. It was nice of my subconscious to give me a break from the real world at the moment. However, I hope no one reading this sees this momentary diversion as a turning away from the truth or the fight.
A long time ago, I signed up for a service that tells me what I can expect in the mail and today... nothing. Normally, we get a few bills, but nothing is coming to our box today. Like many of my neighbors in Midway, we are also getting notifications that packages "can not be delivered." I guess the buses will be running today, but still no trains until tomorrow.
Otherwise, the rain provided another quiet night in my neighborhood. How was yours?