welcome to the kamp

I worked on Arn some this morning, but have stopped for the day. Although the narrative was well-written, the dialogue sounded kind of wooden, especially with the dread as-you-know-Bobs. A plethora of them, actually. Today, I get my shot, & maybe that'll help, but tomorrow I'm going camping with the Perky Pam Layout. Trish couldn't get time off from work, so I'll be out at the lake without her, but I need a vacation. Initially, anyway, we had a long-distance relationship, & only saw each other when we could afford the bus tickets back & forth.

Trish & I both get our shots this morning. She really needs hers, as she's having problems with her dad, a conservative who thinks she shouldn't be getting a check from the government & also shouldn't be on all that medicine. After all, he has a high school diploma & worked as a mechanic, while her doctor went to med school, so she should listen to him (as someone once said about Tom Cruise & the Science of Churchatology). He refused to talk to me on the phone yesterday, which really upset her. He's a snob who looks down his nose at me because I don't have a job & I'm a writer. He also told her that we "don't have a real marriage" because we're both on SSI. Trish had to call the crisis line yesterday, & they advised her to break off contact with her father, unless it's an emergency. Her step-mom is also kind of the same way about the medication. She always says that Trish is on too much because she slurs her words, whereas the doctor said it's because she has Marfan syndrome.

The good news is that Trish won a red ribbon at the fair for her homemade raisin cookies. She dried some grapes on her dehydrator & put them in cookies. My painting only got a white ribbon, but this isn't the ideal location for abstracts.