The month of July has just flown by! But this Saturday I took the finals for the two classes that were kicking my ass and stealing my time. Well, it was CS320 that was being cruel to me, CS410 was a breeze. Pumping Lemmas -- all of the descriptions of this little evil were written by mathematicians, and I don't share their particular peculiar brain damage.
Anyway, I was able to relax a bit Saturday, and spent a little time with my son before he flew off back to his home planet. It was a short month, this month's visit, and we really didn't do too much, at least not compared to previous years. Next year I hope to be more mentally present, and have a few things in the queue for activities.
Saturday evening we went to M's birthday party and I actually drank actual drinks with actual alcohol... about five of 'em! My tolerance for alcohol is higher than I would have expected, and I suffered no ill effects or even any noticeable wobbliness. I should have drunk more.
Sunday was a slow starter, as I oozed out of bed late and puttered about the house and on the internet. About 11 I woke up the sleeping teenager, about 12:30 we drove him to the airport. I checked him in, hugged him, and off he went... return again in 11 months, an adult. He will be 18 in February! Amazing.
Then, upon returning (after a not-so-brief detour by the yarn store) and with a huge mug of tea in front of me, I addressed the short story "Eternity" -- edited it into shape, fixed it so it was in one tense (as I write, I jump between past and present tenses, it drives me crazy), and generally tidied it up. I then sent it off to three people who had previously expressed an interest in reading my stuff and giving me feedback.
Now I'll have to spend the next couple of weeks flipping through the writer's guide and working up a list of who might want to publish such a thing.
Each week, I'll edit and send off another short story (I have seven more in queue), and I should start writing new ones as well, so my queue never runs entirely dry.
To help drown some of the writer's angst and sooth my spasming muscles (okay, I also just felt lazy) I decided to sit and watch a movie and have a couple of drinks Sunday night. So I'm sipping on my shot of tequila, watching Fargo (such a fun movie), and between the slouchy chair I'm in and the oddness of my sore muscles, I manage to inhale some of the tequila.
It's amazing how even top-shelf tequila burns when presented to the wrong passageways. The tender passages in my throat can clamped completely shut, like a slammed door. Not a molecule of air, let alone more of the offending liquid, was going to pass through there, no sir. I spit the tequila that was still in my mouth into the cup and stood up, with the thought of staggering into the bathroom for water or something, before I passed out, I'm not sure... but I propped myself against the doorway and eventually managed to gasp a little air...
I don't finish the shot.
And that was my weekend.
Posted by Edwin at July 31, 2006 09:02 AM