A brief history of the summer thus far.
This will be badly spelled and not long because I have to go to a baby shower in a few minutes.
Went camping with husband, who has taken to calling himself Dmitry. I don’t know why. Went on long walks and read two Stuart Woods books.
Worked on revisions to memoir-y non-fiction. Tried to tell myself it will never be read by anyone but me. When had to admit that it will probably be read by at least a few people developed tic over left eye that lasted two full weeks. Even my bionic powers of denial couldn’t calm twitch down. It finally stopped, probably because the muscle burned itself out.
Worked on courses I’ll be teaching in the fall. No smartass remarks available on that topic for professional reasons.
Read a third Stuart Woods book. Was charmed by how everyone in Stuart’s world has a plane, pretty much.
Went camping. Learned how to text. I know. Pathetic. (But so handy!)
Ate some of the minuscule home-grown crops and picked three sweet pea flowers. Our Swiss chard is nicer than average and particularly good tossed with new potatoes and fresh dill.
Read another Stuart Woods book. Began to feel savagely poor.
Taught the writing for children and young adults course at UBC. Had wonderful students and a great week. Avoided death by vehicular homicide approximately ten times each day during commute to and from university. Vancouver still the reigning capital of crap drivers.
Had small feud with someone named “Library Lady”. So small I don’t think she knew it was happening. She used the Internet to express ill will toward me and my career. I complained bitterly on my facebook page. If the feud had been conducted in a teapot, it would barely have raised the water level, never mind slopped over the side. Sigh. I’m no Eminem. And L.L. is no Mariah.
Thought about blogging. Didn’t.
Continued prepping courses for the fall. Rather enjoyed it.
Worked on memoir while holding down resurgent tic. With my finger.
Got a bad complexion from thinking about life and career. Wonder if L.L. may be right. Realize poor complexion may also result from eating many bags of Jalapeno Cheese Puffs while watching True Blood, Season 1. Began pestering Robyn Harding with all my insights into the series, even though she never asked what I thought. Particularly focused on Lafayette, who is my new gay, prostitute, drug-dealing, short order cook, construction worker boyfriend (I’m only on season one. He may get some other jobs in season two). I think what I like about him is that he’s so busy. He makes me feel quite chill by comparison.
Read still more Stuart Woods books. Felt acutely depressed that I will probably never have a plane or an armoured Mercedes. On the plus side, hardly anyone I know or meet gets murdered within minutes of making my acquaintance.
Okay. Off to baby shower.
P.S. Three weeks left in my summer. Who knows how many more Stuart Woods books I can get through and what discontents I can develop as a result! I wish you all a wonderful rest of August. Even you, L.L.