Monday, July 17, 2006
Back to the Real World
I'm doing my best to find my happy place today, without much luck... it's Monday, that means the day job.
This beautiful picture was taken by my friend Waldo Schmidlapt... who once started all my days with beautiful pictures of clouds but has suffered a computer crash and hasn't the time to reload all the addresses... sigh*** it was a great way to start the day.
Yesterday, as I was feverishly scribbling notes about a local community theatre preparing to open their season with Fiddler on the Roof, I remembered that I was supposed to be at Dark Daddy's on Saturday. Hmmm... I haven't had any hate mail from him, so maybe I lucked out and he also forgot about our date. I forget many things now days, and have for some time. That's why it's so surprising to me that I can remember the smallest details of the interviews I've been doing for the paper even without my notes. Proof, that when you love what you do, it comes easier. Kristin over at blueridgewriter summed this up beautifully on her blog yesterday.
Prodigal is home again, with daughter and one on the way. Its hard for me to know what to say. She chose a lifestyle so alien to me, made decisions that are clearly poor over and over again. Now she's dependent on the kindness of her sister Bean. Hopefully this time it will work and she'll remember her upbringing.