October 6th, 2008

ozarque figure

Personal note; cognitive meandering...

Yesterday -- only the second Sunday in my learning-to-drive-again project -- my driving got cancelled. I had planned to drive all the way to town [the town where I need to be able to go to the post office and the grocery and similar truck] and then turn over the car to George to drive us home. That would have been a good plan and a pleasant drive, but Providence provided me with a case of stomach flu that made going anywhere a very bad idea. The best-laid plans, and all that. I was disappointed, and cross, and am hoping that we can try again on Wednesday afternoon, when George assures me that traffic will be almost as light as it is on Sunday afternoon. I'm choosing Wednesday because Monday and Tuesday we're supposed to have thunderstorms all day and all night, and I don't think that it would be wise for me to try to drive in a thunderstorm at this stage of the project.

I did manage yesterday to go out and do my first bittersweet-harvesting. Our bittersweet crop this year is just amazing ... endless inches of rain will do that ... and I wanted to be sure to cut enough for two or three decent winter bouquets and two or three decent wreaths, just in case the two days of storms make hash of the rest.

And I did manage yesterday to discover that although all year I've been saying I'm 73, that's false; I'm only 72. We are all aware that I'm math-challenged, but it does seem that I should have been able to add six and two and get eight. I woke up at three a.m. with two things on my mind: stomach cramps, and the fact that six and three could not possibly add up to eight. 1936; born. 2008; still here -- but not 73. Sheesh. Cottonpick.

I am in the final stages of the two big projects that have had me tied up in knots since mid-summer -- that's the new edition of The Gentle Art of Verbal Self-Defense, and the Huge-Emergency-Rush-Project -- and am looking forward ... in a gingerly fashion, since often there are afterpangs with the HERP client that mean I don't get loose on schedule ... to living a more normal elderlife. Including having more time for LiveJournal. And more time for housework and yardwork. And more time for writing sf fiction and poetry. And more time for making Christmas gifts. And I have learned my lesson: Next time I am offered a Huge-Emergency-Rush-Project I will remember to turn it down.

One last thing.... I want to let you know, for the record, that if there any of you who would like to step up and defend John McCain and Sarah Palin, it's okay to do that. This is a free-speech zone, and your opinions are welcome here.