I had a pretty good, constructive weekend, by my own standards. By the standards of a kind of person who actually gets things done, it wasn’t much, but that’s not the standard I have to live by.
Saturday Helena took the kids and drove up to the cottage so I had sleep-in until almost 11, which is really late for me. Had breakfast and wrote a very nice poem about breakfast. Specifically the joys of eggs, ham, toast, and hash brown potatoes. I like it when I can write like that, just about what I’m doing.
I watched a few hours of TV in English, uninterrupted, which is a rare pleasure. A couple of hours of weird weather around the world. Did you know there’s a place in Venezuela where there’s a thunderstorm nearly every night? I sure didn’t. Just the right combination of ocean breezes and mountain lake and not being far from the equator. Spectacular.
Went for a walk through the park, and then along the river, and wrote another poem, just about how wonderful Prague is, I’ve got a million of those.
Then they got home and she reminded me that I’m supposed to be working on the novel, which I’d totally blown off. Oh, well.
Today, Sam had a football game so I went up to watch that but took my Kindle because I didn’t want to talk to anybody, starting reading Les Miserables. That’ll keep me busy for awhile.
Just finished watching “PercyJackson and the Sea of Monsters,” I think it was called. My favorite line….”Your crew is…..zombies?!” “They prefer to be referred to as dead confederate soldiers whose souls have been given in tribute to Aries.”
Good night, everybody. Tomorrow another week begins.
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