A Quickie Post

Hmm, let’s see, what happened today?

It was the first work day after the long weekend, I *tried* to write, honest to God. I produced maybe two pages. Seeing as I still have 200 pages to go (before I can call this thing I’m writing a novel, that is), look vainly for encouragement, but end is nowhere in sight. Really love the instant gratification of the short story form, how I can pull everything together in ONE page, if need be. But I have committed to writing this thing (which I’m not even sure I can write– how’s that for chutzpah???).

In late afternoon (around 4 PM), decided to clear my brain by doing some errands. There was a humongous line at the post office, which only to be expected. Nice post office clerk, a cheerful Filipina, asked me if I’d won some award, since she noted the address on the envelope. “No,” I said. “I am applying TO an award, which I know anyway I’ll never win. But never mind. I’ll just keep going; I am te-na-cious.”

I went to neighborhood Peet’s and decided to get Aged Sumatra this time, since Major Dicakson’s blend (which I bought last Christmas) was major disappointment. On my way out, overheard a man telling a companion, “Well, pigeons are just borderline smart enough to be taught how to count.”

Then I got a call from my mother-in-law, which is something that happens only once every decade. You’d be amazed how long a conversation can go on when all you say is “Hello? Hello?” or “I don’t know” to everything. I believe it continued for 15 minutes, after I had promised 10 times to have hubby call her the minute he stepped in the door (which is, unlucky for me — since I don’t have anything for dinner — RIGHT NOW.).

Also, I was going to impart how much I am longing to hear about a REALLY GOOD UPCOMING MOVIE. But all I have heard about is The 300 (which, hey, looked fan-TAS-tic, loved the scene where someone I presume is King Leonidas kicks an enemy king into a huge pit and shouts, “This is Sparta!”. For some reason, heard Germans are very enthusiastic about this film, the folks at the Berlin Film Festival supposedly gave it a standing ovation.)

Hubby says it looks terrible, though. (This from a man who fell asleep last night, while watching The Departed.)

Well, now, I have informed hubby of his mother’s call, and they are now on the phone to each other, and there is some very exciting news mother-in-law is imparting, big sums of money implied to be changing hands (mostly to hers). I wonder why she gave not even a hint of this when I picked up the phone? Why she kept pressing me to reveal all my activities of the last month/year/decade??? I mean, this news is sooo big that hubby’s practically smacking his chops.

Meanwhile, must now address the immediate problem of what we are going to have for dinner.

More later …

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