Me And Mine
I got asked a question last night, and it sort of stopped me in my tracks. It's hard to explain.
"So, did you do any writing today?" this guy asked. I know him only slightly, and actually I was a little surprised he remembered what I did. It was the question, though, that got me going.
What have I've been doing, anyway? Certainly not writing for this blog. I've been back home for 16 days. I must have done something.
Hmm.
I moved. After 18 years working out of my home, most of that time downstairs in the basement, I got a vertical transfer. I moved my computer onto a little desk in the corner of my bedroom, so I'm finally back in the world. If it gets too noisy I just shut the door, but things are different. That 3-year-old girl who would sing loudly and talk nonstop and haul her Barbie in for minor repairs doesn't seem to be around anymore. The toddler who had to be watched like a hawk now lounges on the sofa, iPod plugged in.
It's quieter. I can handle upstairs now.
What else? I've been a little hobbled from my adventures in softball, just some sore knees and what I assume is a rotator cuff tear of my left shoulder, although I've been procrastinating about seeing a doctor (you think?). Then there's been this cold that's lingered for a week. It's fairly mild and leads me not into temptation, but just to daily naps. Naps are good.
I've done a little cooking. I've hung out with Julie and John, just being in the same room. I've been drinking a lot of iced tea.
I've seen the sunrise a couple of times, sitting on the back deck.
I've read several books, including "Assassin's Gate" by George Packer, an extremely well-written, even-handed account of the situation in Iraq. I also caught up on a couple I meant to read several years ago, Richard Reeves's biography of Nixon and historian Garry Wills's "A Necessary Evil," a study of Americans and their love-hate relationship with government. There are so many myths out there.
I've watched the first two episodes of the new season of "E.R." I caught the second show of Aaron Sorkins's "Studio 60," which is well written and acted but sort of bizarre, if only in the sense that it's an hour-long drama about the making of a comedy show. We shall see.
I picked up a few habits in eastern Washington. I make the bed every day. I eat scrambled eggs for breakfast sometimes. Hey, I eat breakfast.
So, it's been different, and some the same, and still there's the question. Did you write today?
I write every day.
Nobody's read it yet, is all.
This will change, too. Stick around.
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