Category: Writing

It’s either keep writing or clean my room….

off to brekky!

So good to hear Tammy’s voice this am.

Slept on the sofa, there was a rat in my oom.

It’s gonna be interesting, jamming everything into 25K words.

Cora’s Burnaby is terrible. It’s only their 5th day open, but Jeff and I had a breakfast experience that is driving us back into the arms of IHOP.

That’s more like it.  I’ve just packed 4000 words off for mOm’s inspection. She’s seen parts of it before.

I actually wrote more than that but I haven’t transferred it from handwriting into Scrivener so that will come later.

Second day no light in bathroom. Landlord informed, waiting on electrician or whoever they think is cheap enough to be allowed to do the work.

 

Went to see Zootopia with Keith last night. It was simply lovely.

Writing continues.

Jeff was very kindly taking me out to breakfast and I had some kind of nerve spasm.  I was practically sobbing as I left the restaurant the pain was so piercing. I took Robax and applied heat and got almost immediate relief.  If I’m still feeling better in half an hour perhaps we can continue our aborted food schlep.

Saturday I spent the day over at Mike’s being incredibly lazy. Much talking, many insights.

There is a non-zero chance I will be in Victoria within the next two weeks.  There is a smaller chance I’ll be going to FSJ with Paul, since his cousin has broken something and is recovering in hospital up there and could probably use some company. WHOOPS I’M LEAVING IN TWO HOURS back Thursday ish this week.

I keep flashing on Alex signing mORE MORE MORE in the swing.  It is so lovely to see him talking.

Off to Metrotown today.  Keith has two jobs now, one of which involves close acquaintance with fish, and the other is actually in his field (optician – even edging stuff!!!.)  To celebrate (yay!) I am taking him to Metrotown (boo!) where we are going to walk around (yay!) and I’m going to spend money (boo!) so that he can refresh his wardrobe. After all he’s tall, slender and goodlooking, so let’s see if we can get him into something in colours and fabrics which suit him.

Yesterday Katie and Alex came over, and Jeff and I met her in the park at the end of the street. Alex laughed in delight at the swings, at the kitty (he petted Margot very gently for a toddler) and is now old enough to pull the ball launch and get it consistently onto the playing field. I think it’s fairly clear he will be a fourth generation pinball aficionado. Jeff went on the swings too because you can’t get too old for that.

Still not much verbiage, but he signs constantly.  MORE MORE MORE at the swings (Katie warned me, he could go all day.) ALL GONE to the sandbox when we left. BYE with a kiss for grandma as he left.

Really not feeling the writing today, so I will do something else useful until Keith shows up.

I love Buster even when he decants 2 inch chunks of yard debris into my bed.  Sigh. This was his kitten video this am.

Writing progress continues in the teeth of everything & all of it. Seeing Katie and Alex today.  Walking down to New West to see my friend.

Forward motion again.  Job interview this morning.

Sorry it seems I’m running backwards, but the interview with Michel and Farah was a non-starter of a scene even though I really like it and may cannibalize it later.

Spent the day yesterday colouring, writing a very small amount, eating cookies and watching tv. And getting a job interview, for Wednesday. Best prospect since Patricia lined me up for a job interview.

Saw Deadpool again yesterday with Mike, and he cooked me one of the best steaks I’ve ever had for supper. I prepped veggies, it was all very convivial and relaxed.

Writing continues.

Although the count doesn’t look like it, I wrote 1100 words yesterday, did two loads of laundry, took the bus down to the Quay to see little Alex and Katie.  Katie left me alone with him for a while for a bathroom break.  Without speech he demanded a closer inspection of the train then parked on the track.  We went to inspect it, and he took my hand with no demur. When we got there I said, “When the train starts moving again it’s going to make a lot of noise which you may not enjoy.” He stuck his little hand up like a flag and demanded to recross the street, where it occurred to him that his mother had once again abandoned him to strangers and he grizzled and grizzled until she came back.

We walked to the kids’ submarine and back and then I did a quick SCHNACKS run to the Safeway at New West Station.

The arthritis flare in my left index finger joint is preventing me from practicing mandolin for longer than about 10 minutes at a time, which I’m really hating.

Writing a little, thinking a lot.  Bathing suit is very comfortable in use. Only 30K left to go, I suspect I’m gonna go long.