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Woke early this morning. Dawn, just a faint orange and rose glow against the bathroom window. The window was covered in moisture, as if the night had cried as it went. Most of the windows in my office were fogged like that; it means autumn is here. It’s August and it should be hot enough to broil outside, but it’s not. It feels more like late September, or even October. More sunlight, but the temperature is cool, the nights misty, and the mornings full of autumn haze. People who have lived in St. Louis their entire lives say they’ve never seen an August like this one. I wonder whose getting our usual weather? Sorry, to you guys, but it’s lovely here.
What did I do this lovely morning while my husband and daughter were still tucked up in their beds? Well, after taking care of the dogs, and made tea, I meditated, which I do almost every morning. Feeling a little more centered for the day, I let myself just type on an idea that I’d had earlier this morning. It’s not Anita, or Merry, or anything else. It’s brand new, and it’s a mystery, and I don’t even know where it’s going or what’s happening, and that feels strangely freeing. Six pages on the mysterious new project. I feel better.
Writing group last night. It was a social meeting, because none of us had anything to run through the group. SWALLOWING DARKNESS had to go to New York before this meeting, and I knew it would, so I didn’t take up time in the schedule. Next month, Mark may have something, but what we all have found is that life interferes in getting the writing done, or for some of us, the deadlines are so short that we can’t send it through the whole group on a once a month schedule. Once upon a time, no one in New York cared that much, and we were regular as clock work. Funny the things you don’t think success will change. No complaints, just one of those observations.
Jon stayed home with Trinity, and they had a movie night. That means they each pick something from the video store, and get to watch it. It runs high to animae that I don’t want to see, and cartoons. Trin loves movie nights, and the father/daughter bonding. I guess the closest I came to that was my Uncle Maran, who would say up late at night with my cousin, his son, David and I so we could watch the local Creature Feature hour. He’d make us popcorn, and we’d watch the shows, until he fell asleep, then we fell asleep. At age seven or so, I remember falling asleep in front of their big colored televison, pressed almost against it tryign to stay awake to see that second scary feature. I really missed Uncle Maran when he and my aunt divorced. But it was the closest I had to what Trinity takes as normal.
Today we have a pic nic/ cook out to go to. One of my best friend’s daughter is coming home for a visit. She’s off on the coast getting her degree, so she doesn’t get home often. So, we get to pack up as a family, and go see Robin and her family.
Off for lunch. Hope you guys have a fabulous weekend.