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Gulch of Shadow
Nov. 6th, 2017 10:31 pmTrying to revive my spirits . . . and feeling embarrassed that I complained so much about the meeting on Saturday. They were mostly nice people, and the idea of hosting a meeting for writers was creative and fun. I was just sulking because it didn't meet MY needs. I always tell myself not to get my hopes up, but I think sometimes I do anyway, and then it's much more disappointing when it doesn't work out.
The sun came out today after two days of rain. Such an odd autumn--an oddtumn I guess you could call it. The sunlight made the colors that are left blaze out, but the trees are just a hodgepodge of different faded and frayed stages of leaf-fall. Some still cling to a touch of green, while others are completely bare.
I'm in a similar stage myself, surrounded by frayed pages of the hard copy manuscript, riffling through it like a captious wind, trying to figure out how to gut it and put it back together in a better form. One of the things my blog name stands for is "Integer surgo meliore omine"--Latin for "I rise afresh under a better omen."
The Sparrowhawk's severance agreement is now "fully executed" as they like to put it. A bittersweet moment. I'm sure there will be more of those to come. Next week he will work from home, and then he'll have two weeks of personal time off before his last day--Dec. 1. Another weird thing that happened at the meeting on Saturday is that the women I was sitting with started to discuss their husbands retiring. There seems to be a consensus that it's terrible to have a retired husband. One woman had been on opposite shifts with her husband for many years, so she really only saw him on weekends. When he retired, he was in her way and, sin of sins, wanted to use the computer which had hitherto been hers all day! I said "The secret of a happy marriage is having your own laptop." She agreed--they had finally gone out and bought one for each of them--but added "and your own bed." Then the woman on the other side of me said that her husband was retiring soon, and she was dreading it. She also wanted to get her own bed and not have to sleep with him.
Now, I know that everyone's way of handling a relationship is different, and that's okay . . . but I'm still puzzled by why people get married to those whose presence is so irksome to them. If I didn't want someone around that much, I just wouldn't live with them. Some people don't. They have their own house and just visit. I got married because I wanted a friend to go with me on the adventure of life, and I'm really looking forward to having him around more. But I feel that it is considered obnoxious if I say that, because it goes against the social consensus. So sue me . . . .
The sun came out today after two days of rain. Such an odd autumn--an oddtumn I guess you could call it. The sunlight made the colors that are left blaze out, but the trees are just a hodgepodge of different faded and frayed stages of leaf-fall. Some still cling to a touch of green, while others are completely bare.
I'm in a similar stage myself, surrounded by frayed pages of the hard copy manuscript, riffling through it like a captious wind, trying to figure out how to gut it and put it back together in a better form. One of the things my blog name stands for is "Integer surgo meliore omine"--Latin for "I rise afresh under a better omen."
The Sparrowhawk's severance agreement is now "fully executed" as they like to put it. A bittersweet moment. I'm sure there will be more of those to come. Next week he will work from home, and then he'll have two weeks of personal time off before his last day--Dec. 1. Another weird thing that happened at the meeting on Saturday is that the women I was sitting with started to discuss their husbands retiring. There seems to be a consensus that it's terrible to have a retired husband. One woman had been on opposite shifts with her husband for many years, so she really only saw him on weekends. When he retired, he was in her way and, sin of sins, wanted to use the computer which had hitherto been hers all day! I said "The secret of a happy marriage is having your own laptop." She agreed--they had finally gone out and bought one for each of them--but added "and your own bed." Then the woman on the other side of me said that her husband was retiring soon, and she was dreading it. She also wanted to get her own bed and not have to sleep with him.
Now, I know that everyone's way of handling a relationship is different, and that's okay . . . but I'm still puzzled by why people get married to those whose presence is so irksome to them. If I didn't want someone around that much, I just wouldn't live with them. Some people don't. They have their own house and just visit. I got married because I wanted a friend to go with me on the adventure of life, and I'm really looking forward to having him around more. But I feel that it is considered obnoxious if I say that, because it goes against the social consensus. So sue me . . . .
