I thought I’d let y’all know that as soon as I asked for everyone’s prayers and Good Thoughts, my aunt Dawn started having better health. They went to the doctor for her pre-surgical workup this morning and she told him she couldn’t see out of that eye, and he said, “Let’s take a look,” and had her cover up the other eye and look with the “bad” eye through that eye doctor thingie (I’m sure there’s a word for this contraption), and it turns out that she does have blurry vision in that eye, with a white line in it down the middle (this is hard to explain, but I think I know what she means–almost like a floater that doesn’t move); she started checking that way, and it’s improved even since then. He says that her eyes don’t focus together, and until the right one gets fixed on Thursday, they fight each other. After the other is fixed, they’ll have to learn to refocus. She was highly relieved. I also think it just took her longer to get her vision back than it was supposed to . . . but anyhow, the Good Thinks are working! Now all we have to do is hold off the durn ice storm that Canada is sending down here, the one that’s supposed to get here on Thursday morning. (Texans don’t drive well in ice/snow!) I can’t blame Canada for wanting to shoo away the frost fairies, but couldn’t it wait until Friday?! *GRIN*
I guess I shouldn’t have assumed that she would do what I did when I was having problems, which was go around closing one eye and looking, and then opening it and closing the other one and looking, and comparing. Or maybe she DID that and just wasn’t getting any good signals until today. She seemed vague about it, but then she’s on Valium (which she hasn’t ever taken before) for the stress and is just a *little* floaty.
I still haven’t sat down to do that post on revision and ideas for _Song_, but it’s on the list. Dennis pointed out that I don’t want to revise away whatever charm it may have, but the critique sheets that came back suggested that my first line should be better. I tend to agree, because I sorta pulled that one out of a hat along with the Trix bunny, but the original first line was too quirky. It used to start out:
And now it starts out:
“Let’s run through that one more time.”
*grin* Neither of those first lines really does it for me. The original one was part of a thought that Paige was having about the way that the background music of this jingle she’s singing sounded to her–like a line of Volkswagens chugging around a circus tent with clowns pouring out. Of course that one was always weird. Now it’s a line from the guy in the sound booth.
I really DO need one of my usual “What the hell?” openers for this one. That’s really the main thing that the critique sheets said. Must cogitate upon this after December first. Revision is due to the editor–full manuscript, ack–by January second. So there’s some time.
In the LIMITED computer time I could scare up over the past couple of days, I tried to reach the NaNo finish line of 50,000 . . . let’s click over in the Word window and see what it claims for a word count . . . 45,292. Heck, I can whip out 5K words in no time. *GRIN* What day is today again?
At 250 words/page, then two pages is 500 words and four pages is a thousand . . . *whir whir whir* so I need to do twenty pages. I can do an LJ post of twenty pages within a few minutes! So this should be E-Z! *ha*
No, really, I can probably do it. Not that you win anything for “winning,” but it’s a goal that I can say I set and met. And it’s interesting that I pulled the story out of nowhere, based on just the idea of writing a romantic comedy for Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy. (Today, I suppose, the equivalent would be . . . um . . . maybe Meryl Streep and Jack Nicholson? No! No! No! *GRIN* Kathleen Turner/Sigourney Weaver both come to mind for the female lead, but the male lead is tougher to cast, as I picture him as this guy I kind of-sort of had a flirtation with when I first started working as a software engineer. We used to go out to lunch together with a small group, and we’d usually end up trading quips while the rest of the group muttered about software or anime and other engineer-fanboy-stuff. We were both already married to other people, so we flirted outrageously and I’m sure everyone thought we were having a mad affair, which only made both of us go into hysterics. I think I said my hero Whit could be maybe Robert Carradine in the “Revenge of the Nerds” days. And that’s not very much at ALL like Spencer Tracy, but oh well.)
I think the book is funny. But then I always think that. I got nothin’.
Hubby had a REALLY bad start to his day this morning. I told him that aspects were inauspicious for Capricorn, but by afternoon it should clear up a bit. (I was just making that up, but maybe it was true.)
He really had a crappy first hour awake. I mean, the new neighbor who bought the house behind us (yeah, okay, they moved in about six years ago, but they’re still NEW neighbors, because they’re not Chuck and Darlene and their two girls) got after him when he was putting our trash out, saying that we had let one of our Diet RC Fridge Pack boxes slide over to HER side of the alley and she didn’t want that to happen because the trash guys might not pick it up and then SHE would have to pick it up with her lilywhite hands OMG, and furthermore he ought to stack the sacks differently . . . she had this real ANGER in her eyes. I know this because I was in my shorts and tank top, dragging the old miniblinds down the driveway to throw on our stack. I should’ve bonked her on the head with them. She had been standing there listening to him talking on the cell phone next to the trash, and waited until he hung up to pull the pitbull. (Pathetic.)
The reason hubby was standing there in the driveway was that his boss had called to chew him out for something he hadn’t even said . . . the call came while he was dragging the trash out, and there he was stacking up the trash after he hung up and she attacks. I told him that anybody who’s that petty (let’s face it–it’s TRASH that gets picked up within a couple of hours! It’s not as if we went over there and sprinkled weed seeds in their garden or let the Pom poop in their pool, though those seem like good ideas now) isn’t worth stressing about. He hopped into the car to go and pacify the boss’s boss and assure him that he had not told a customer, “Yes, that documentation needs to be done, but I’m not going to do it.” He DID say that, but he didn’t say “I’m not gonna do it, neener neener,” in the sense that it was being portrayed. He meant that the tech writers are the ones who actually do the docs, so he couldn’t guarantee when the docs would be out. He got to work only to find that he’d left his badge at home, and his cardkey for the lab and the secure areas is with it, so he turned around to retrieve it. I met him out FRONT with the badge and told him to blow it all off, that 20 years from now no one will even remember any of this. The boss ended up telling him to write the documentation and hand it off to a tech writer for polishing, so he ended up having to do it anyway. And it takes this guy an hour to write an e-mail of any substance. The words don’t flow for him on the page–he can BS forever verbally, but not in writing. I told him I’d write the thing if he’d tell me what to write; I used to do that all the time at work. I feel sorry for him, having to support a couple of craps like us. And I didn’t even get the Christmas tree up today, either.
Of course I made the booboo of mentioning hubby’s bad morning to my mother, thinking that she’d laugh or at least say, “Poor thing,” but she freaked out at the idea that a Neighbor Complained To Us and totally took the neighbor’s side, sight unseen. Of course if someone says I did something bad, I must have done it, and twice! She proceeded to start in about how we’re not worthy of a nice house like this one and we’re a couple of slobs and she doesn’t blame them for hating us, etc. (Sure, she’s stressed, and she’s worried about both of my aunts–because the other aunt seems to have thrown out her back bringing in her potted plants–but as she gets older, she just gets meaner.) She went outside to see “what y’all did to piss off that woman back there,” and as she was coming back inside to tell me off, I said, “Listen, I don’t think you should live with someone you hate so much, because it’s obviously not good for you–I can see that this is comparable to an actual crime in the minds of little old ladies, but it’s never going to be that important to me. People who freak out about some trivial thing like whether my trash is touching her trash for an hour until the trash truck rumbles down the alley are screwed up, and when THEY say that I’m bad or what-have-you, that is a reflection on them, not on me. Their bitterness is being projected outward. But your values have changed, and now you can’t understand what I’m saying. Figure out what would make YOU happy,” and she shut up and shoved me aside, heading for her inhalant machine. On the other hand, she didn’t bring up the trash or the condition of the lawn (it’s turning brown! What a coincidence–so is everyone’s! No, it doesn’t bother me at all!) again. She spent the day short of breath. Well, I can’t be “on” all the time.
I got her a Whataburger later on, when she insisted that she HAD to ride with me to drop off the car insurance and pick up a prescription (“You are NOT leaving me alone here in this depressing hellhole of a prison,” etc.) . . . then the burger made her stomach hurt because I forgot to tell them NO MUSTARD. Bad me! No, really, I just forgot. So now she’s in her lair nursing her swollen belly, which *is* too bad. But “Three’s Company” is about to come on, if it isn’t already on, so she ought to feel better soon. She loves that ol’ Jack. Many of his facial expressions and pratfalls give homage to my man Jerry Lewis (and to Red Skelton, from whom JL may have lifted/learned a few); next time you’re watching 3C reruns (if such an event is even possible in your multiverse, that is), watch for those takes and see if you don’t agree.
Maybe I’ll get that tree up tomorrow.
And why has LJ’s default style changed AGAIN? Aaarggghh. The banner is simply HUGE now.