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November 14, 2010 § 11 Comments
Writing accomplished this week:
1) Several emails to HM while we were both at work because on some weekday mornings, we pass one another like ships in the night, juice in hand, a quick sticky kiss and out the door ’til home for dinner.
2) Several pages in my journal just prior to class, to “catch up,” to say I wrote something.
3) A marketing flyer, assisting on a re-write at work, along with dozens of pages of tech reports (you realize of course that these do not count)
4) The menu for our Thanksgiving dinner
5) Labels on file folders as I (slowly) work my way through cleaning up our file drawers (yes, this has been going on for several weeks)
6) My name on a sign up sheet at class.
7) Two entries in the checkbook
8) Notes in the margin of the pages as I read CREATIVE JOURNALING by Stephanie Dowrick (my copy so scribbling within is OK)
Egads, I think that’s it.
We did a road trip to University to visit Snarl yesterday (Saturday). Such trips are (too) rare and always spontaneous, including whatever we do when we get there. He had cleaned his apartment. We brought coffee and (healthy) muffins. (Snarl is a healthy eater and works fitness into his daily routine. No point bringing him drive-through breakfasts.) Chit chat, a walk around his neighborhood where he can tell you bits and pieces on people he knows (really, too bad he doesn’t want to stick with journalism; he has an eye and ear for it. But to his point, journalism has gone “off,” reporting for a days on a cruise ship fire when indeed many other things are likely newsworthy. I digress.)
We then got on campus, only minutes from his door, and the place was swarming with students and fanatics since his U is heady with football success this year and likely will be for several years to come. Everyone was in black and gold; it was all great fun and the air was filled with the smells of tailgate bbqs. I wonder sometimes why I didn’t opt for a major university myself.
We ducked into the campus bookstore; HM stayed outside, the motor running since I would only be inside a minute – I was on a mission to pick up a Christmas present. And found it easily. Oh yes, the Christmas season is well underway, certainly in mood and demeanor if not in decor.
Snarl knows everyone in the town. I do not exaggerate. We parked and walked about looking at shops and found a warm spot in a cafe bakery that was also filled with the artwork of one of his friends. I snapped pictures of it and concurrently made some people nervous. No, I’m only photographing the art on the wall, I explained, smiling. Snarl gets major points for routing some of the coolest places to eat and browse, which we did more of later after eating and talking. I had forgotten how good Boursin tastes on a REAL baguette.
In search of gloves, oh yes it was cold now, thank you very much oh blustery west wind, we found some and still perambulating, Snarl got a call from a colleague who needed “models” for a phoot shoot for the university magazine. Sure, we’ll do it, he assured said colleague. An hour later, HM, Snarl and I walked into a professor’s home and sat at the dining room table with a fourth model in order that a “different sort of Thanksgiving, one that included all kinds of international foods” could be photographed. We all warmed to our roles (and rolls!) and at the end of an hour, became quite a good little faux family, toasting one another with glasses of water, eating with chopsticks, Snarl surprising us with his Walmart roast chicken carving abilities, HM emceeing the hilarity and ensuring everyone had a fortune cookie and there was much rumination on how the cactus on its platter might actually be grilled and eaten along with the giant sugared fruits from the Mexican store on Broadway. We left sometime after sunset, wishing all a fine holiday to come.
No, there was not a whole lot of writing going on this week. Perhaps more “doing” than writing.
I hope so. I’m bursting to get something on the page.
Scene from Snarl’s bookshelf…