Do you think flower-coaching can be a real thing?
It’s 5:48 am and it sounds like a rainforest out there. It’s gorgeous. Wild and windy and loud and bursting. I’ve got the week off – just me – and I’ll be working on Plan A because sometimes I think Plan B is taking over.
And I have bunch of other things to do, at strategically-timed intervals, so I don’t get all crampy and strange and Virginia Woolfy in the room of my own
These things include relocating the sweet little juniper tree so it’s not an outcast and finding something tougher to outcast since the hole is already there, figuring out the length of hose I need and maybe go to Lee Valley, deciding about those shoes, ordering that book from the library, getting rid of the stuff under the stairs to make room for a little fridge so my big one up here won’t be as full of beer and wine and leftover takeout.
We haven’t played any board games since we discovered Cards Against Humanity – and probably never will again – so I’ll ditch them all except Scrabble in case we smarten up some day and want to use words like Quixotic and Maximize and less words like not contributing to society in any meaningful way.
Also I will find and buy multiple replacement bulbs for the light in the hallway which has been blown for longer than yours, and I say this with certainty. Maybe – and this is a weak maybe – I’ll even paint the kitchen cupboards. Currently they are all different colours – rich purpley-blues, raspberries, and teals – and I like the way the colour-chaos just sort of works itself out nicely, but I think it’s time for some new chaos.
I can do all of these things with my eyes closed and since I am a lousy corner-cutting painter even with them open, you’ll hardly be able to tell
To further Plan A, I will finish another edit of The Whispering Gentlemen, which I’m get-up-at-5-am excited about. I haven’t read it since November so it’s fresh again and the difficulties are easy to spot and fun to repair especially since I am patient in this way and there aren’t any corners. Then I’ll figure out where to send it next because Random House hasn’t responded and it’s been seven months.
Time to tweak the stars again which is nicely akin to my earlier statement: Maybe it’s time for some new chaos
I will also start reworking the sit-com – did I tell you about my sit-com? – into a stand-alone play which I am also very excited about although I haven’t begun except for in my head. I have an in-head idea about what to do with it when it’s done, but it involves people at Plan B, many of whom are still avoiding me due to the last bright idea I had, and if you think all they can do is say no, you’d be wrong.
But what the hell is easy to say at 6:19 on a Monday morning when you have the week off
My schedule has changed a little since I started this post because I just went way out into the back yard and lots of the lilies are open and the rest of them are on their way. Funny. I didn’t know how HAPPY it would make me to see the little bits of orange way back there, and the feeling caught me by surprise.
