16 June 2003
There is less watermelon in the fridge, and this is a happy thing. Also, the rest of the food has something of a dent in it. Rah. We had an afternoon to take things slowly -- I worked on my book, my dad watched a bit of College World Series, Mom and Grandma and Grandpa zonked in their chairs. Mark took Dave, Lin, and Sarah down to San Gregorio before we met up in Palo Alto. It was nice not to have a relaxed day with them in town. Dave, Lin, and Sarah already said their goodbyes last night, and my folks and grands will be by for a bit this morning before they have to head out for the airport.
It's Andrew's birthday, yay!
I got my contributor's copy of the Summer issue of Oceans of the Mind in my mailbox this morning. It looks good, but I haven't taken the time to read it yet -- too much else going on. I commend it to you, though -- go, subscribe, read.
I've been inching through Kushiel's Dart, rolling my eyes a good deal at sentences like, "We are D'Angelines; we know what it is to weep at the sight of beauty." And the metaphors, good heavens, the metaphors. This Jacqueline Carey never met a jewel, flower, or celestial comparison she didn't like. I think I know what could make me as annoyed as Karina thinks I will be, though; we'll have to see if it's related to the general topic I think it is.
Once again, I'm trying to find balance for today and for this week. I have an extensive list of things to get done, and there are a few people I'd like to spend some time with before I head out. And I'd kind of like some down time, at least a little bit, after this weekend. Some time to curl up and read and not have to worry about getting stuff done. I had a little of that yesterday afternoon, but I'd like a bit more. On the other hand, I don't want to make the rest of the week crunched together and hectic.
I wrote that, and then the folks and grands came, and we just hung around and chatted and made fun of a decorating show I'd never seen before (I think they call it "Trash to Treasures," but my dad always calls it "Junk to Junk," so I'm not entirely sure). So they've just left for the airport, and I'll see them again in a couple of weeks. And in the meantime, balance balance balance. I'll have more to say in the next few days, I'm sure, but for now, I'm just going to dive into the to-do list and then flop on the bed with my book. Or maybe in reverse order. I haven't decided yet. But it'll be relaxing in some fashion, and productive in some fashion. I promise.
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