February 27, 2009
After all that running, I'm skipping out on exercising with my sisters in order to go watch my nephew play basketball. We weren't sure he was going to be able to play because his parents have been waiting on some test results to explain the chest pains he's been complaining about. Luckily, it looks like an inhaler should fix his problems. Yep, asthma claims another victim.
Of course, that's assuming my grandmother doesn't have open heart surgery today. Or, if she does, that everything goes well. The procedure they did yesterday found several plugged arteries and they think open heart surgery will be easier on her eighty-year-old body than the alternative methods for clearing out the pipes. I hope so. I am very, very nervous. And I know I'm not the only one.
Of course, they could wait until tomorrow to do the surgery. They told my Dad and Uncle they'd let them know sometime today what was going on.
Here's the agenda for tomorrow as it stands right now:
*full body massage & haircut at the Spa - courtesy of the Hubby (gift certificate from Christmas)
*A trip to Barnes & Noble where I plan on indulging in a Chai Latte Venti
*Taco Bell for lunch (what? Doesn't everyone plan a trip to Taco Bell as if it's a rare treat to be savored?)
*Possibly make my son's basketball game (Hubby told me not to worry about it..to enjoy my day and not rush, so this is a big maybe)
*Get ready for night out with the girls (my sister, my sister-in-law, and my best friend)
*Seether, Saving Abel, and NICKELBACK concert at 7PM.
Of course, all of this is subject to change if things don't go well with Grandma. I don't know what kind of readjustments will have to be made, but she's Grandma. Enough said.
You'd think that would be enough busy-ness for one weekend, but there's more! Sunday morning hubby is doing weigh-ins for our hometown wrestling match. He has to be there by 6 o'clock, if not earlier. Because he can't leave after our wrestler steps on the scale, I'll need to take the little guy up there and do the weigh-in with him. Take him home. Feed him. Motivate myself to get ready (yes, I'll probably be in my jammies when we weigh-in...what's your point?). Then it's off to the meet where I will be helping in the kitchen all day long and probably assisting with clean-up duty.
Whew. I'm tired just thinking about all we've got going on!
February 26, 2009
Scholastic Book Fair Find
Originally uploaded by Krheiser
So, I've decided to start shooting in RAW format instead of JPG. Because I'm not all that comfortable with it yet I decided a few snapshots around the house would be a good way to start the experiment.
I think I'm going to like it.
Taking it Easy
Originally uploaded by Krheiser
Just to torture those of us who are still plodding through winter, here's a little reminder of what we're missing! Summer sunshine, camping with friends and family, and warmth! Those are shorts, people, shorts and t-shirts!
February 25, 2009
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February 20, 2009
I tried the doctor's office as soon as he mentioned the vertigo but I got the answering machine, which indicated they were already closed up for the night. What?!? It wasn't even five o'clock and they were closed! Ug!
The fever didn't disappear overnight, though, and the little guy woke up this morning looking rather wan, his pale little face devoid of color. Onto the couch he went with a bucket (just in case...yes, we're paranoid, but if you've had this year's stomach bug, you understand!) and a cool washcloth on his forehead. Tylenol and cough syrup. One bite of Cocoa Pebbles. And cartoons. Mustn't forget the cartoons.
Of course, I didn't feel right taking two days off in a row, so he's home with his Daddy, who got him in for a 3:45 appointment today with the doctor.
While all of this is sad enough (well, it's sad when you look at him because PATHETIC just doesn't seem to cover it), he might have to miss out on his big brother's birthday party. We're taking the oldest and four friends to lunch and the movies. The little guy will be heartbroken if he has to stay home.
February 11, 2009
And two brothers.
I've probably got the details all wrong, but what I remember our baby brother saying is that his big brother told him "stand right there and don't move". Then, with all the love and compassion and tenderness big brothers tend to display, the big brother hurled a dart towards the little brother.
And it stuck.
In his chest.
I don't remember how the story ended. I think they covered the whole thing up like children will do because I think for many of us that night in the reception hall was the first time we'd heard of this particular torture.
You'd think shenanigans like that would have caused trouble in their relationship. I know I certainly would have had some issues had one of my sisters attempted such a thing. But we're girls. Apparently boys are lot cooler than we are.
I'm explaining all this because I want to share with you something new that I'm trying. You see, I have journals all over my house. They're tucked in dresser drawers, night stand drawers, on bookshelves, and on my computer desk. Strangely, most of them are empty. (It's a compulsion...I love buying them. I love the look and feel of them. I love the potential each one holds.)
So, I read these memoir-like excerpts in this novel, thought of my many empty journals, realized I was ready to start planning my next major project, and had an ah-ha! moment. Instead of stumbling blindly about in the first draft stages, perhaps I can give myself a roughly drawn map of my characters, their families, their hopes, dreams, aspirations, their private griefs, resentments, and flaws. I can discover who they are before I write a single word of their actual story.
So, I picked up one of my empty journals and grabbed the baby name book (everyone has one of those, right?), and sat down to channel the heroine of this nebulous tale. Her name is Eden. I've only written a couple of entries so far, but I've already discovered quite a bit about her. I know she was orphaned at the age of two, not because her family is dead, but because they went missing. When she's not working on a client's problem, she's looking for leads in tracking down her parents and sister. She's also had her heart broken by the man she thought would be the love of her life (she's torn between loving and hating him). Oh, and I know her work takes her off-world.
Apparently, this one will be sci-fi.
I also did a journal entry for her business partner. He talked a lot about his family, but the most interesting tidbit is that his oldest sister thinks he has a crush on Eden. Something he doesn't really deny. I find that rather interesting.
I don't have a villain yet.
I don't know anything about her family other than their basic facts (names, occupations, ages). I get the sense there was foul play involved in their disappearance, but I don't know what or how or why. Big blanks there.
I don't even know what her story is going to be about, not really. I'm thinking discovering it may take some time. Still, if and when I write her story, I'm thinking she'll be a very well-developed character.
February 10, 2009
Still trying to put together a comprehensive list of science fiction and fantasy novels dealing with feminist ideologies.
Still determined to finish our Maine vacation (I'm slowly adding pages to the scrapbook...)
Still anxious for spring (today was a beautiful tease!)
February 9, 2009
So, I'm reading it again. I'm about 1/4 of the way through it and things are slowly coming back to me. I'm remembering bits and pieces (in a deja vu sort of sense). Mostly, though, Heathcliff is just as miserly as I remember him.
February 5, 2009
Still, I can't imagine they'll find too much to complain about. There really can't be that many errors left! Although, I've learned because we all have different writing styles and reading preferences, there almost an infinite list of changes someone could propose. ~sigh~
I should have prefaced that by mentioning that I'm guilty of offering big and small suggestions as well when I agree to read/react to someone else's writing. I know this because over the last few weeks I've been editing two novels and proofing short stories for some newbies in my writing forum.
I always worry about giving feedback because you never know how the author will take it. Some are very mature and, while they may disagree with you, they're still willing to take your impressions under consideration. Others withdraw, scarred and angry, never to return. It's scary editing for someone. After all, how honest should you be? Should you really act like the grammar police? And what do you do if you simply don't care for the story for whatever reason? Should you just admit it's not your "cup-o-tea" and politely hand it back with an apologetic shrug?
I know how I usually handle these things - I don't think I've ever handed something back without offering at least some kind of constructive feedback. If something rubbed me the wrong way, not because it wasn't written well, but because it went against my personal belief system, moral standards, ethical framework, I let the writer know I left that element of story untouched and focused my attention elsewhere (grammar, sentence structure...).
I'm only thinking about this because I have been so inundated with editing requests that it's really forced me to evaluate my own critiquing methods.
February 3, 2009
Oh, and did I mention there's voting? Well, there is. Go vote! (And no, you don't have to vote for me. The truth is I didn't even vote for myself. I really liked...well, that's a secret for now!)
It was quite a kick listening to my iPod and hearing one of my stories being read. I liked it. The woman who read for me - the blog/podcast owner's wife - did an excellent job. I wonder if she'd be willing to read for me again if I can't get to any recording devices...
February 2, 2009
- I didn't enter last week's 52 Sketches contest because I ran out of time.
- The Superbowl commercials were not that impressive.
- I managed to get most of my homework done over the weekend. Thank goodness I get one more night to finish reading!
- I've found lots of great articles for my research project.
- My dog had diarrhea all over the house. As in, both floors! If she weren't so old, I might have killed her...and she's lucky the hubby didn't wring her neck.
- I am not doing well with my 365 Days of Photos. I'm already missing quite a few days.
- I've been actively critiquing friends' WIPs.
There...I think that brings you up to date.