Sunday, November 12, 2006
It’s been a really good weekend. We haven’t done any major socializing with anyone, but it’s been productive. I had a long list of things to do, and most of them actually got done, which is amazing. I didn’t dust or clean up my room, but since my mother rarely comes upstairs I won’t get caught. Yay.
The leaves are falling in bushels, and add in pine straw and you’ve got a yard full of stuff to rake. I actually got out and raked a while today. I don’t mind raking at all. I DO mind putting the stuff in those huge lawn & leaf bags. I actually managed to somehow get pine straw in my underwear. Then I tried to shake it out, in the front yard. That looked awkward, I realized later. Alesia and I planted about 3 dozen bulbs in the front bed. She grumbled, and my back hurt when I was doing it, but it got done. I hope I’ve forgotten it when the daffodils and tulips come up next spring.
We ran out of lawn & leaf bags eventually, and thank God for that.
I stayed on the diet really well until late afternoon, then the hungries got to me and I ate one of the chocolate cupcakes Alesia and I made yesterday. They are evil and delicious. For dinner I made homemade hash browns, and we had king crab claws. Lots of work but there was lots of meat. Alesia had leftover beef stew. She doesn’t appreciate crab – good for her, I saw. Saves us money. She’s happy with McDonald’s.
I actually had time on Saturday to make cupcakes, play Clue with Alesia, and clean up the kitchen. I rarely have time for those things.
Bronwyn came today and did 3 hours of tutoring with Alesia, and I got a lot of writing done. I am suddenly much more conscious that I have to write well and sell books, because I am so far in debt now. This is a really good thing for the creative process. Some people say “Don’t write for the money.” Idiots. I write because it’s therapeutic AND if I can get a literary agent and sell some books I might conceivably pay off some bills. So debt motivates me. Good thing something does that.
I don’t smoke or drink any more, and if I am seen stuffing too much food into my face I get disapproving looks from my mother and daughter. I think that’s why I subconsciously try to keep horribly busy. It’s not healthy.
I think I will declare every other weekend a non-socializing weekend.
