9pm on a cool and rainy Saturday. It has been in the mid to low 50’s all day. I’ bait embarrassed to say that we even started the heat for a bit.. But I love days like this.. It was a perfect day for us to workin the house. I spent most of my day thinking about a talk I have to give at the high school on Monday. It’s funny.. I give talks all the time.. Sometimes to 1000’s of people.. But I’ve rarely been this nervous.. Or excited about giving a talk.. Must be the home stage …
Diane took advantage of the day to finish painting gabes old room.. It was great watching her work . As she did, she helped me tons with my talk. As she often does.
It was fun.. And I admit.. A little sad … Watching the bright green and purple of middle school give way to the stayed and elegant grey blue (snow ballet ?) that Diane has chosen.the room looks great now.. I have to admit…
Now it’s time to curl up under the down comforter and forget the fact that it shoud be hot right now..
More tomorrow..
I made it to another Friday ! Actually it was a short week with Sam/memorial day but somehow I am just pooped .. I was so glad to knock off for the day and go see gabes teams last (it turned out) lacrosse playoff game.. Hey caught valiantly but lost.. But lost well… It’s been a great season for gabe and for the team
Now back home trying to unwind. . I can remember many times of my life where I worked harder.. But something about how full my days are now is particularly exhausting and exhilarating. I’m trying a new experiment by working at home most of the time… I work in the bell tower which is a really great place to concentrate.. Theres a great view, good breezes.. And no distractions.. Just four walls, 7 windows a floor and a roof..and a chair the rooms About 8 feet on a side.. My own little work world. If it had plumbing, I’d never have to come downstairs…and I rarely do.. This past week there have been days when I went up there at 8 and came down at 6 with only one trip down for food/drink etc… It’s the kind of place a poet should work.. Or an artist…. Not necessarily the kind of place made fore a technocrat (if that’s what I am)… But I love my life up there.
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Ok.. It’s a weekend. Time for bed.
Nite all, nite Sam
-me
