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A tweener day
Mar. 28th, 2007 08:51 amIt's not very often that we get a "tweener" day here in Central CA -- a day between hot and cold, that is. Usually we get about a 3-day spring. One day its cold enough to freeze water in Hell and by the end of the week, you wish you had some of that water, frozen or not, cause it is hot as Hell.
Today I'm walking down the street on my way to pick up my walking partner, and it is such a tweener day. The air is brisk and chill but not cold. We had rain yesterday, and wind, too, so the sky is clear -- not obscured by haze from the heat, smog, or fog -- and a blue color that, sadly enough, we rarely see anymore. I don't have a clear view from my house, but I bet we can see the mountains today. Another thing that sadly enough, we saw every day of our lives growing up, and now only glimpse through that smoggy haze unless it's rained or we've had a wind. (Progress be damned! What are we doing to our environment?)
Anyway, I'm walking, the sky is gorgeous, I'm feeling good about a story I started yesterday, I have a new grandbaby,.... I'm feeling the joy of the moment. A flock of birds takes flight, soaring into the sky, and so do my thoughts. How can one not feel happy to just be alive and well on such a glorious day? To take joy in just this moment when all is good. It's important to tuck away into our memory moments like this, to hold onto on those days when the world is a Very Bad Place.
Writing news: About 200 or more words on the new story, Tale-Maker; Tale-Spinner. Sometimes just starting the story is the hardest thing, I always feel better and more confident once I've gotten some words down. Feel like I have a place to leap from.
After much soul-searching and anguish, I've made a decision (well, kinda, sort of) on what to do with Mountain King. I've been anguishing over whether or not to change the plot. Not on to tackle the revision of the revision and get that puppy subbed.
Today I'm walking down the street on my way to pick up my walking partner, and it is such a tweener day. The air is brisk and chill but not cold. We had rain yesterday, and wind, too, so the sky is clear -- not obscured by haze from the heat, smog, or fog -- and a blue color that, sadly enough, we rarely see anymore. I don't have a clear view from my house, but I bet we can see the mountains today. Another thing that sadly enough, we saw every day of our lives growing up, and now only glimpse through that smoggy haze unless it's rained or we've had a wind. (Progress be damned! What are we doing to our environment?)
Anyway, I'm walking, the sky is gorgeous, I'm feeling good about a story I started yesterday, I have a new grandbaby,.... I'm feeling the joy of the moment. A flock of birds takes flight, soaring into the sky, and so do my thoughts. How can one not feel happy to just be alive and well on such a glorious day? To take joy in just this moment when all is good. It's important to tuck away into our memory moments like this, to hold onto on those days when the world is a Very Bad Place.
Writing news: About 200 or more words on the new story, Tale-Maker; Tale-Spinner. Sometimes just starting the story is the hardest thing, I always feel better and more confident once I've gotten some words down. Feel like I have a place to leap from.
After much soul-searching and anguish, I've made a decision (well, kinda, sort of) on what to do with Mountain King. I've been anguishing over whether or not to change the plot. Not on to tackle the revision of the revision and get that puppy subbed.
