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Dec. 3rd, 2004 07:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleini have been mourning the loss of the month of November. The novel didn't get finished. i ran out of words before i ran out of month. It shall be tucked away for another time. It will be finished, i just don't know when. i have lost the momentum right now. On the other hand, i already have an idea germinating for next year's November. i shall go into it much better prepared. A better road map to get to the end, with far fewer detours and scenic highways, and gravel roads. Maybe not so much dialogue, either. Dialogue takes longer to write because of all those little quote marks that need to be put in. But as a novel for young teens', i think it is a good one. i believe there needs to be more literature of this nature written. i want to be one those who does it. i just need to perfect my craft.
The morning started out a bit iffy today. But now, at 7:30 a.m. the air appears to be much better. It is not as good a day as yesterday, though. Yesterday the air was so clean, and the views so beautiful it almost hurt one's eyes to see it. The sky was a pure sky blue, which was reflected on the water. The water was a deeper blue. Having lived most of my life in landlocked Iowa, i am still easily awed at the relationship of the water to the sky. To add some finishing touches to the scene out my front windows, were various and sundry boats and ships doing their watery ballet. There was just enough good wind to bring the sailboats out in force. At one time i looked out and counted 15 of them with their brilliantly colored sails moving across the water. The tugs here are black and blue and white. i wonder if they were painted thus to coordinate so beautifully with days like yesterday? Even the tankers looked good yesterday. Perhaps it was because there was no odor coming from the refinery to assault my sense of smell. The navy boat sat there in the middle of it all, a bit frumpy looking, perhaps, because of its drab military color, but a commanding sight nonetheless. i was even pleased to see a tanker heading straight for the living room, thank goodness they always manage to turn away instead of coming in for tea.
Master didn't get home on Wednesday night. Nor did He Thursday morning as He had hoped. He got in about 4:30 in the afternoon. Not sick, not overly tired, thank goodness again. Since He is so short to His leave, i think it is pure adrenalin that will keep Him going for the next tweleve days. i hope He doesn't push Himself too hard when He is back in Texas, and come back here in dire need of some rest and recouperation. He has promised to get Emerson reliable for at least the time He is gone. It is starting so hard now, i'm afraid i will run the battery down before i get the engine going. It seems as if it needs to be started at the minimum every 4 hours to start easily each time. He has found a specs book, He thinks, for this car.i am one of the fortunate 15,000 who owns the 740 GL model with a carburator, i never can remember how to spell that word. If He can get the specs on the carb, maybe we can get the darned thing to work properly constantly. Or at the very least consistently.
We went to the Christmas panto last night. It was fun, but with Dame Durden gone, it lacked some of the pep. It seemed to drag. To give Dame Wiseflower credit, this is his first panto. He has the makings of a good dame. A couple more pantos under his skirt and he could be another winner. Apparently Master and i were booing and hissing to loudly last night, after the intermission, the person sitting next to me didn't return. Oh well. And there was an Iowa girl in the chorus; she is teaching at the American school, kindergarten. Not really from my neighborhood, but anyone from Iowa is somebody from home.
i have been fussing about Christmas gifts this year. i have been completely at a loss this year. The final decision about Mother, pay for her newspaper; son and daughter-in-law, gift card to Home Depot; brother and sister-in-law, havent yet a clue; Auntie Nurse and her spouse, again a blank; and daughter no decision, but leaning toward Camp Courageous again, the littles, i am drawing a complete blank. i have half a notion to say i'm playing Grinch McScrooge this year and saying Bah! Humbug to the whole deal.
Actually have thought of buying a piece of the moon for the littles but i don't know if they would appreciate it or not, or naming a star after them. My thought is they are too young to not miss the opening of the gift and the tangible.
The morning started out a bit iffy today. But now, at 7:30 a.m. the air appears to be much better. It is not as good a day as yesterday, though. Yesterday the air was so clean, and the views so beautiful it almost hurt one's eyes to see it. The sky was a pure sky blue, which was reflected on the water. The water was a deeper blue. Having lived most of my life in landlocked Iowa, i am still easily awed at the relationship of the water to the sky. To add some finishing touches to the scene out my front windows, were various and sundry boats and ships doing their watery ballet. There was just enough good wind to bring the sailboats out in force. At one time i looked out and counted 15 of them with their brilliantly colored sails moving across the water. The tugs here are black and blue and white. i wonder if they were painted thus to coordinate so beautifully with days like yesterday? Even the tankers looked good yesterday. Perhaps it was because there was no odor coming from the refinery to assault my sense of smell. The navy boat sat there in the middle of it all, a bit frumpy looking, perhaps, because of its drab military color, but a commanding sight nonetheless. i was even pleased to see a tanker heading straight for the living room, thank goodness they always manage to turn away instead of coming in for tea.
Master didn't get home on Wednesday night. Nor did He Thursday morning as He had hoped. He got in about 4:30 in the afternoon. Not sick, not overly tired, thank goodness again. Since He is so short to His leave, i think it is pure adrenalin that will keep Him going for the next tweleve days. i hope He doesn't push Himself too hard when He is back in Texas, and come back here in dire need of some rest and recouperation. He has promised to get Emerson reliable for at least the time He is gone. It is starting so hard now, i'm afraid i will run the battery down before i get the engine going. It seems as if it needs to be started at the minimum every 4 hours to start easily each time. He has found a specs book, He thinks, for this car.i am one of the fortunate 15,000 who owns the 740 GL model with a carburator, i never can remember how to spell that word. If He can get the specs on the carb, maybe we can get the darned thing to work properly constantly. Or at the very least consistently.
We went to the Christmas panto last night. It was fun, but with Dame Durden gone, it lacked some of the pep. It seemed to drag. To give Dame Wiseflower credit, this is his first panto. He has the makings of a good dame. A couple more pantos under his skirt and he could be another winner. Apparently Master and i were booing and hissing to loudly last night, after the intermission, the person sitting next to me didn't return. Oh well. And there was an Iowa girl in the chorus; she is teaching at the American school, kindergarten. Not really from my neighborhood, but anyone from Iowa is somebody from home.
i have been fussing about Christmas gifts this year. i have been completely at a loss this year. The final decision about Mother, pay for her newspaper; son and daughter-in-law, gift card to Home Depot; brother and sister-in-law, havent yet a clue; Auntie Nurse and her spouse, again a blank; and daughter no decision, but leaning toward Camp Courageous again, the littles, i am drawing a complete blank. i have half a notion to say i'm playing Grinch McScrooge this year and saying Bah! Humbug to the whole deal.
Actually have thought of buying a piece of the moon for the littles but i don't know if they would appreciate it or not, or naming a star after them. My thought is they are too young to not miss the opening of the gift and the tangible.
