apples, incense & balloons... Saturday afternoon...
The day went much like every other Saturday: the eve of a day of total relaxation for the Bumble Bee Girl. While Trish was at work, I managed to finish the complete pre-final draft of "Bio-Aesthetics". The ideas are all in order, I just have to look "folk science" up on the web & give some examples.
Burned out on too little sleep, I eventually quit rewriting the essay & put A New Hope on the vid-tube. After Trish called, I left the TV running & went out waiting her return on the front porch. She relaxed a little, then we went over to Home Barkus for root-killer -- which we forgot to use last nite. Trish wanted to rent Halloween, so while we were in the building we stopped at the Dollar Store, & picked up some food. Trish wanted me to get a bag of nuts; good deal, yeah, right: my crumbling tooth cracked off another little piece. At least it's not hurting.
I cooked chicken last nite, & decided to accompany it with Rice-a-Roni (Strong) mixed with cream of mushroom. In a move parallel to Kimothy, Fred rang the doorbell precisely while I was frying the rice, but came back later, when I was watching the fallout on Senator Fruity on CNN. He should just admit he's gay and go to gay bars like the rest of 'em. Ironic thing is, Fox News hasn't even tried to carry the story, & I suppose they think he actually was picking up a piece of turd-wipe.
Once we started the apples, it took until dark to gather & throw the bad ones, then shake down the tree for good ones. These go to the Food Bank Tuesday, & I'll be happy they're being put to good use. Mother used to always spend all her time in the kitchen peeling, chopping & baking them into pies. She's not really capable of that anymore, is closing in on death, but we don't know when.
Once we finished with the apples for the time-being -- there are more on the tree -- Trish & I returned to the basement. After awhile I began to feel drowsy, at only 9:15, so I took my meds & both of us hurried off to bed. I slept pretty soundly, but did wake up a few times in the nite.
This morning, I found 3 more crits of "Galaxies" in the email, one from someone who'd reviewed the earlier drafts, & claimed that this is the weakest yet. That sure inspires confidence. There were some solid points in all the reviews, as well as some that are, perhaps, totally useless. Of course, I'm holding off on rewriting the thing until all the crits are in, which gives me a few days more for the Aesthetics paper, & will also have a nice long chance to reverse the "over written" material, but... Roxy as protagonist? She's a plastic Barbie doll stuffed into an officer's uniform, & I'm having severe problems working with her, especially when Juanita is the strongest character in the story anyway.
We plan to pick some more apples today, but little else. I do want to try to finish my essay, so may be asking Trish to head downstairs with a movie while I use the computer.
I'm anticipating the foot surgery without anxiety. I suppose it's because I've had so much other surgery.
Neurosurgeons scream for more!
As Timothy Leary put it back in the 90s, "You are already one of the great authors of the 21st Century". I need to return to my cat's feet with iron claws. The SF market doesn't appreciate my stories. Will do that when Trish collates Insanity Can Be Fun!
Innocence raped with napalm fire: Alpha Delt just had to have revenge on me for "what I did to VADIS". The Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System can keep her Nelson Mandrell. Maybe her fraternity can dose him up to deliberately destroy his mind if he wants to divorce her. Hell, they may even be divorced at this point.
I wish I'd never met the woman.
Burned out on too little sleep, I eventually quit rewriting the essay & put A New Hope on the vid-tube. After Trish called, I left the TV running & went out waiting her return on the front porch. She relaxed a little, then we went over to Home Barkus for root-killer -- which we forgot to use last nite. Trish wanted to rent Halloween, so while we were in the building we stopped at the Dollar Store, & picked up some food. Trish wanted me to get a bag of nuts; good deal, yeah, right: my crumbling tooth cracked off another little piece. At least it's not hurting.
I cooked chicken last nite, & decided to accompany it with Rice-a-Roni (Strong) mixed with cream of mushroom. In a move parallel to Kimothy, Fred rang the doorbell precisely while I was frying the rice, but came back later, when I was watching the fallout on Senator Fruity on CNN. He should just admit he's gay and go to gay bars like the rest of 'em. Ironic thing is, Fox News hasn't even tried to carry the story, & I suppose they think he actually was picking up a piece of turd-wipe.
Once we started the apples, it took until dark to gather & throw the bad ones, then shake down the tree for good ones. These go to the Food Bank Tuesday, & I'll be happy they're being put to good use. Mother used to always spend all her time in the kitchen peeling, chopping & baking them into pies. She's not really capable of that anymore, is closing in on death, but we don't know when.
Once we finished with the apples for the time-being -- there are more on the tree -- Trish & I returned to the basement. After awhile I began to feel drowsy, at only 9:15, so I took my meds & both of us hurried off to bed. I slept pretty soundly, but did wake up a few times in the nite.
This morning, I found 3 more crits of "Galaxies" in the email, one from someone who'd reviewed the earlier drafts, & claimed that this is the weakest yet. That sure inspires confidence. There were some solid points in all the reviews, as well as some that are, perhaps, totally useless. Of course, I'm holding off on rewriting the thing until all the crits are in, which gives me a few days more for the Aesthetics paper, & will also have a nice long chance to reverse the "over written" material, but... Roxy as protagonist? She's a plastic Barbie doll stuffed into an officer's uniform, & I'm having severe problems working with her, especially when Juanita is the strongest character in the story anyway.
We plan to pick some more apples today, but little else. I do want to try to finish my essay, so may be asking Trish to head downstairs with a movie while I use the computer.
I'm anticipating the foot surgery without anxiety. I suppose it's because I've had so much other surgery.
Neurosurgeons scream for more!
As Timothy Leary put it back in the 90s, "You are already one of the great authors of the 21st Century". I need to return to my cat's feet with iron claws. The SF market doesn't appreciate my stories. Will do that when Trish collates Insanity Can Be Fun!
Innocence raped with napalm fire: Alpha Delt just had to have revenge on me for "what I did to VADIS". The Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System can keep her Nelson Mandrell. Maybe her fraternity can dose him up to deliberately destroy his mind if he wants to divorce her. Hell, they may even be divorced at this point.
I wish I'd never met the woman.
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