Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Three Miles at 6 A.M.

I couldn't believe I actually woke up. 5:00 in the dark, cold morning, and I was awake and lacing up my running shoes.

I want this to become a habit.

I normally run at 4 p.m., but lately it seems I'm so busy in the afternoons that the run either gets pushed back to dinnertime, or it doesn't happen at all.

5:30 a.m. The gym opens at 5:30 a.m.

I managed to get there for six. Tomorrow, maybe earlier.

The 4 p.m. runs are typically energetic and good. My 6 a.m. run was a sluggish excuse for a run. At least it started out that way.

After a sluggish one mile, I sped up for a slightly less-sluggish second mile. For my third mile, I was to do intervals where I sped up for a minute, recovered, then sped up for another minute, several times in a row.

By the time I finished my third mile, I was toast. I used up all the energy I could muster. I didn't have the additional planned two miles in me. I (sluggishly) walked another half-mile as a cool-down, stretched, did a few ab exercises, and called it a day.

I left the gym at 6:45. Was home by 7:00--in time to wake up the Hubster with a cup of coffee.

I want this to become a habit. I guess my body will get used to the early-morning effort. It'll take some time, though!

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Easy Little Five-Miler

OK. I know I'm back into the running thing when I think to myself, "Well, that was a pleasant little five-miler."

I've been running regularly for several weeks now (after my winter / post-half-marathon / weird-hip-pain break). I've run a few times in sub-freezing temps, in bitingly cold wind, in the beginnings of snow, and I've ran more miles than I could stand on the (yawn) treadmill. My runs kept getting knocked out of the priority list this past week, though, which was very frustrating because the weather has been gorgeous.

So yesterday, I finally ran. I was supposed to meet my sister and brother at 3:00 but called and told them I wouldn't be there until 4:30. I needed to run.

So I ran five miles. I don't know what my pace was, and I didn't care. Probably 10:00 or something like that, since I finished about ten minutes before the hour-long Steve Runner podcast I was listening to.

I felt great afterward, but I also wished I could have run farther. I'm ready (mentally, not physically) to run those slow 15- and 16-milers again. I only did a few of them before, but I can't begin to articulate how much I loved running them.

I don't know if I'll do any races soon, other than the very local ones this spring. I'm still following a kind of training schedule, with speed intervals and such, but mostly because they seem to make it easier and more natural to run faster.

Right now my focus in running is to just enjoy "training," to stay strong, and to build myself up enough to be able to enjoy the meditative aspects of those wonderful long runs again.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Some Pictures from my Birthday Weekend

I promised them. So here they are.

I find a strange kind of thrill in going to see odd, out-of-the-way places when on vacation. So you know I couldn't resist the opportunity to see the world's largest Ten Commandments, outside of Murphy, NC. See the truck in the parking lot (bottom left) to get an idea of the scale.



It snowed in Murphy on Sunday morning. It snowed a little on our way back to Asheville, but by the time we got home, the snow was all gone. We still had some on the skylight in our living room, though. Hub and I were snuggled on the couch, just enjoying each other's company, when we noticed a rainbow above us.



It was the result of the sun shining through the snow/ice crystals on the skylight. We took it as a good omen for my 37th year.

A few minutes later, I got a phone call from my half-brother, Rob. Rob and I had never met, not once, not ever, except for a few phone conversations. He asked if he could come to visit, since he had Presidents' Day off. I said, "Sure, come on up."

So about seven hours later, I got to meet my half-brother. What an amazing experience, to finally meet. Here we are.



We look nothing alike, as you can see. (Yes, this is a terrible picture of me, but it's the only one I had of us.) He looks a lot like his mom, and I look a lot like my birthmother, Sherry. But I still kept finding myself looking at his face, trying to see how we might look alike.

After Rob and his girlfriend, Stephanie, headed back to Georgia, Hideaway agreed to a photo shoot. Is she not a paragon of feline perfection?




I had a most wonderful birthday. The most wonderful birthday I've had in a long time. Life is good.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Short Break

I'm still here, dear readers, though I know I've probably lost a handful of readers over the past few weeks, since I haven't been blogging on a remotely regular basis. There are reasons for that. They're the same reasons that piano and running have taken a backseat in my priorities, too.

- Jan's book. Deadline was January. We're still not done. 'Nuff said.

- Bookstore. It's not paying me enough to bring home any bacon, but we do need the occasional bacon bits.

- Job hunt. I know. But man cannot live by bacon bits alone.

- My novel. It got lots of attention last week, but has been second in line after Jan's book. Jan's book really, really needs to get to press, or else all of the folks who pre-bought it are going to be really mad.

- Relay For Life. It's starting to gear up. Which means I have some gearing up to do as well, after a couple of relatively quiet weeks.

So, no blogging again until I get some of these responsibilities out of the way. But I do have pictures to share. Hopefully soon.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

OK, I'll Post Something

I know it's been a while. I have been very busy, dear readers, and haven't been on the internet much, other than to look things up on Google or Bartleby.com for the purpose of Jan's book or my novel.

Thanks to all of you who left birthday wishes. I had a wonderful birthday. Best birthday I've had in years. Hubster took me to a romantic little B&B for part of the weekend. When I got home, I got a call from my half-brother Rob, whom I'd never met. (We share the same biological father. I was put up for adoption by my birthmom; he wasn't.) He asked if I minded if he came up to western NC so we could finally meet in person. Well, of course I don't mind!

So he came up with his girlfriend, and the four of us spent Monday talking, hiking, talking, eating king cake, talking, looking up genealogy information (I learned that I'm 50% bona fide Cajun), talking, looking at pictures, and talking some more. It was really good to meet him--more closure for both of us--but at the same time, my mind is bursting with ... processing. Lots of processing to do here. Lots of writing.

Mostly I'm just happy that I've had the chance to meet both of my biological parents, and both of my half-brothers--one from my birthmom, and one from my biological father. It's interesting to see how we are different and how we are alike. And how my environment--my adopted family--has helped to make me what I am, too.

I promise to post more later. Ms. George has left a very intriguing comment in an earlier post, and I need to go to her website and see what this is all about!

Have a lovely Wednesday, everyone.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Pictures Soon

Hubster took me to a romantic place for my birthday weekend (I turn the big 3-7 tomorrow). I'll post pictures very soonly.

I was still able to get in an 8-mile run yesterday. I had to wear my balaclava the whole time, and the moisture in my breath caused tiny ice crystals to form on the balaclava.

Now that's cold.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Wednesday's Lesson Cancelled

Yesterday, Deborah and I made the mutual decision to cancel my lesson. I've been estranged from the piano all week, and was going to need a "practice lesson" anyway. And Deborah had an unexpected schedule change. It wasn't a change that would interfere with my lesson, but it would have required her to race around and be stressed and have to hurry ... just to get home so I could have a practice lesson. And I wasn't all that crazy about the idea of the hour-long drive for a practice lesson.

We both agreed. Not worth it.

So, did I practice yesterday? NO. Why not? I worked at the bookstore, then ran four miles, then came home. My husband was home early, and it was Valentine's Day. It would be really bad form to lock myself up in the piano room when one's spouse comes home early for Valentine's Day. So I didn't practice.

And I won't get much practicing in this weekend because I'll be on the road and piano-less for most of it.

I'm not stressed about the lack of practice, though. Piano is a priority, but it isn't always the top one. And this week, my novel and my friend Jan's book (which I'm editing) have been the priorities. And piano's going to have to play second fiddle (is that a pun?) for a few more weeks, I'm afraid, until Jan's book is done.

Still, I hope to do better than I did last week. Two hours a week on this music is simply not going to cut it.

Monday, February 12, 2007

I Think These Are Good Signs

I edited this morning, then took a break from Jan's book to re-visit the outline for my novel. My sole draft-reader, The Ink-Clad Diva, is clamoring for Chapter 7, which does not exist. I re-read the end of Chapter 6 last night and realized that it was truly cruel of me to end a chapter so suspensefully, particularly when the following chapter was a mere twinkle of a twinkle in the mind's eye at the time.

It's getting to be more than a twinkle of a twinkle. It grew to a full-fledged twinkle last night and is in rough-outline form as of a few minutes ago. But something funny is happening ... I keep meaning for chapters to be serious and introspective, but they keep turning out to be ... something else. Humor is coming out in the most unexpected places. Pathos is emerging where it wasn't intended, but ... it seems to be working for now. Characters are starting to take on lives of their own ... and I find myself laughing, or sympathizing, or simply raising my eyebrows at their antics. But I don't stop them. I feel like a babysitter who is letting the kids get a little rowdy, but is keeping an eye on them to make sure they don't get too out-of-hand.

So I think this is a good sign. If my characters were at all wooden at first, they're not any longer. They have life. They're crawling all over the place and getting into everything.

I'm in Chapter 7. Introductions are over. No more new characters. Now it's time to explore and further discover this (hopefully) dynamic little cast I've assembled. I'm excited about this.

I'm excited about writing. And not thinking of ways to procrastinate. Now that's a good sign.

The Second Coming, Tenth Time Around

I finished reading Lee Smith's Fair and Tender Ladies a couple of days ago. Wonderful book. I've had it on my book case for years but had never read it. I think the girly title was what kept me away. Well, I am a prejudiced doofus of the worst kind. I should never judge a book by its title. I loved this book. Its main character, Ivy Rowe, became a part of me. If I have time (ha), I'll write a book review later on.

You would think that a bookstore employee would read all of the latest novels. No. Not me. Unless I'm told I have to. I like reading new books occasionally, but I like re-reading old favorites even more. Which is why, despite a stack of newer and/or unread-by-me fiction on my bedside table, I picked up Walker Percy's The Second Coming last night. Why? No clue. I've read this book nine times if I've read it once. I knew I shouldn't read it yet again; there are so many good books out there that I haven't read. Yet I started re-reading The Second Coming, read about 20 pages, and felt like I was having coffee with an old and cherished friend whom I haven't seen in a a couple of years.

Also, Walker Percy is my novel-writing hero. Now that I'm working on a novel of my own, reading Walker is like sitting at the feet of a great master.

So I guess I'll be re-reading.

So ... are you, dear reader, one who prefers to read books you haven't read yet, or do you tend to keep going back to your old favorites? Or something else?

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Feb. 9 Practice

My February 9 practice was short and sweet. I worked only on the Liszt, playing in rhythms. Do you know how hard it is to play a piece in rhythms when the LH is even and the RH is all over the place, with 2-against-3 and later with 4-against-9? Don't worry--I'm not trying to be impeccably exact when I'm doing rhythms. And I've discovered what a *rut* I've gotten into with the Liszt. It's so beautiful, and part of me is content just to play it through, again and again, and be done with it.

But rhythms are forcing me to look at the seamy underside, at the 0's and 1's that make this piece what it is. And it's not an altogether pleasant experience.

But it's waking me up. The beauty of this piece has lulled me into a sort of sleepy complacency when I play it. I think that's why Deborah said not to play the piece through a single time this week. It is so tempting to just play it through and listen to the beautiful music.

But when I do that, I'm limiting myself, and I'm limiting this piece. I don't fully know this piece yet. Parts are still a little sloppy. I still trip up on the 4-against-9 section, though not always. My fingers may hit the right notes, but I'm not always certain that they'll do so. The slowness of the piece allows me to "fudge" as I play it. If I were to try to play it through faster than tempo, my hands would have no clue what to do.

Rhythms are forcing my hands to figure it out. They are forcing me to jump from chord to chord faster. They are forcing me to think, and then to not think and let my hands do the thinking.

Like I said, it's not the most pleasant experience. And it is most unpleasant, not being able to play through this entire piece that I love so much. But I know these less-than-pleasant exercises will yield wonderful results.

And so the rhythms continue ...

Saturday Morning Memetime

I found this on Kim's blog. A great little time-waster to wake me up on a Saturday morning!

1. What is your occupation?
Writer/editor/teacher/bookseller/adoring wife/mommy to two cats

2. What color are your socks right now?
I'm barefoot.

3. What are you listening to right now?
My husband snoring.

4. What was the last thing that you ate?
A pack of almond M&Ms because the all-night convenience store was OUT of KitKats. I couldn't believe it.

5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Nope. My brother tried to teach me when I was 16, but he was so mean about it that I've never tried to learn again.

6. When is your birthday, and how old will you be on that day, this year?
I will be 37 next Sunday, the 18th of February (same birthday as Kim!).

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
I talked to my mom last night.

8. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Yes, even though we've never met!

9. How many states have you lived in?
Four, I think. No, make that five.

10. Favorite Drink?
I really love pineapple juice, though I rarely drink it because it wreaks havoc on my system.

11. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Probably tennis. I'm not much of a sports-watcher.

12. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Yes, highlights. My last highlight was nearly a year ago, and I've decided to quit highlighting because I actually like the medium/dark blonde that is my natural color.

13. Pets?
Two cats, one Hubster

14. Favorite Food?
Chocolate

15. What was the last movie you watched?
Jeremiah Johnson, I think. It's Hubster's favorite movie and was on TV a couple of weeks ago.

16. Favorite day of the year?
I really love October 27.

17. What do you do to vent anger?
Depends. I've been known to throw things.

18. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Fisher-Price Little People

19. What is your favorite season?
Autumn.

20. Hugs or kisses?
From whom? From Hubster? Bring it ALL on.

21. Cherries or blueberries?
Blueberries. (Actually, blackberries, but they weren't a choice.)

22. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?
If they do, I'll warn them: I take forever to e-mail people.

23. Who is most likely to respond?
If I did send it out, no one.

24. Who is least likely to respond?
Everyone.

25. Living arrangements?
Ramshackle (but improving) house on the side of a mountain.

26. When was the last time you cried?
Last week when we were working on bookstore-remodeling and I accidentally kept stepping on the tiles, which were not to be stepped on until they dried, and they weren't dried yet, and the tile-man got really mad at me. I was mortified.

27. What is on the floor of your closet?
Shoes, and probably a lot of dust.

28. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to?
No one. But my oldest friend who reads this blog is probably Kris.

29. What did you do last night?
Ran three miles, then went to dinner with Hubster.

30. Favorite smells?
Oranges, fresh-baked bread.

31. What inspires you?
Most things.

32. What are you afraid of?
Hubster getting in an accident and dying.

33. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers?
Plain cheeseburgers.

34. Favorite dog breed?
I'm not much of a dog person, but I think golden retrievers are pretty.

35. Number?
Four. And all multiples of four.

36. How many years at your current job?
That's a hard one to answer. I've been a wife for almost three and a half years. I've been an unpaid writer since the age of 7.

37. Favorite day of the week?
I've always liked Mondays, for some reason.

38. Where would you like to retire?
I don't want to retire.

39. Favorite Movie?
Amadeus.

40. Ever driven a Motorcycle or heavy machinery?
I've ridden on the back of a motorcycle with a boy before.

41. What are your plans for today?
Edit Jan's book. Run. Work on the outline for my novel. Go to a banquet tonight for Hubster's work.

42. Are you actually going to answer all these and send them back to the person who sent them to you?
Yes. No.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Must ... Edit ... Jan's ... Book

My life today, tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday, will be devoted to Jan's book. I'll take time out to run, eat, sleep, practice, and poop, but the rest of the time I'll be working on this wonderful book-to-be.

I'm having fun. Finally have a few days that will allow me to dive into the book and finish it up.

You know, I could probably take my laptop to the bathroom with me, if I really wanted to ...

The Next Half-Marathon

I think I've decided on this one. Anybody want to join me?

I Need an Intermediate Piece

Deborah wants me to pick out an intermediate piece to start learning next week. I went to the ARCT Syllabus guide that Robert so graciously sent me and looked up all of the pieces that I considered "intermediate." They were mostly Grade 6 and Grade 7. Not intermediate enough.

I looked up my Beethoven Sonatina in G, my most recent intermediate piece. It's a Grade 3--a very early intermediate. So I'm looking for something in the Grade 4-5 category. And I'd kind of like to work on one of those pieces that everyone loves to hear--Fur Elise, Chopin's Em prelude, the Brahms waltz in Ab--all pieces I learned in junior high, but pieces that I'd like to re-learn, and learn to play well, and not like my junior-high self, whose heart wasn't in the music. And they are pieces I love, and that others love hearing as well.

Hmm. Fur Elise is Grade 7. The Chopin Prelude is Grade 8. The Brahms Waltz is Grade 8. Too advanced for an intermediate piece? I'll talk it over with Deborah.

I looked up my C# major prelude and fugue and couldn't find them at first. They're in the "Performer's ARCT." My Liszt isn't in there, but I would put it at a Grade 10, since the Consolation No. 3, which I learned in college, is a Grade 9, and is much more basic than "Standchen."

So I guess I'm better than I thought. Or more advanced, at least. But I still need an intermediate piece.

I also made a BIG realization last night as I dug through all of my old music from junior high and earlier. I found another reason that I hated piano back then. Nearly everything I learned was 20th century, mostly things like Kabalevsky and Bartok. I don't dislike either, and sometimes I really get in the mood for Bartok ... but a steady diet of it for a 13-year-old? (I can see why my teacher gave me these pieces. But I can also see why I dreaded practices and lessons both back then.)

Asheville Piano Teacher

I've titled this post "Asheville Piano Teacher" for a reason. If anyone in western NC is looking for a good piano teacher and googles "Asheville Piano Teacher," I want this blog to come up. Deborah Belcher is probably the best teacher I've ever had. My last two lessons have been quite good. I think that's partly because my practices this week were good.

I've really made strides in the fugue. I've been working exclusively in rhythms and can play the first two and a half pages at a decidedly faster tempo than my usual creeping pace. The notes are starting to feel natural (there's a joke in there somewhere, since this piece has seven sharps) to my hands. Really. I'm getting to where I don't have to think about every little movement and gesture. They're just happening. I sometimes doubted that I would ever get there.

So I played the first two pages for Deborah, and she wrote "Great Work!!!" in my piano notebook. Of course, the last four pages were stumbling and bumbling because I haven't done the intense rhythm work with them yet. But again, the gestures are feeling more and more natural.

I have a gazillion metaphors for this piece. One is the "spinning plates" metaphor. I get the RH down in a measure, then by the time I learn the LH, my hand has forgotten the RH and I have to re-learn it. Or I'll get one section down, HT, and lose it because the next section takes all of my energy. Once I learn the next section, I find that I've lost huge chunks of the sections I've already learned.

It's been frustrating because I generally have very good practicing techniques. I practice very ... intentionally. Not passively, never just running my fingers over the notes just to hear myself play. So it was a little discouraging to find that I kept "losing" things into which I'd put a lot of time and concentrated effort. Spinning plates, and the plates keep falling. But I'm slowly, slowly learning to keep more plates spinning at once.

I'm not sure what the other metaphor is. But with this piece, it's been necessary for me to go through numerous phases, over and over again, it seems. Learning the piece HS took forever--a couple of months. Then, learning it HT took a couple more months. While I was learning it HT, I got to where HS was relatively easy.

HT has taken a long, long time. I started learning it (in sections) HT back in ... oh, September or so. I worked with rhythms a little bit, but not exclusively. When I'd finally learned every section HT, I had lost the ability to play the earlier sections HT. I know, it would help to play it through once a day, but I didn't always have the time to devote to that (it took me a LONG time to play it through).

Then I learned it HT using rhythms. And now I'm learning it HT again, using rhythms again.

I've also had to take several breaks from the piece. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and it apparently also makes the fingers grow nimbler.

I now have the notes in my hands, though I do still need to work the last four pages in rhythms. That will take a week or more. But Deborah said I also need to think musically, now that "just getting the notes" is no longer a hit-or-miss proposition. So I'll practice the last four pages in rhythms, thinking musically, and will also run rhythms (thinking musically) of the first two pages, but focusing most on those last four. I'm getting there. It's just taking a while.

I started to play the Liszt for her, then quit after the introductory measures and said, "Wait! I can't play this today. I forgot, I changed the fingering." She didn't even look at my new fingering. She just said, "OK. Work in rhythms on the new fingering, and do not play this piece through this week. Just work in small sections, in rhythms, thinking musically."

Then I had the choice of playing the prelude for her, or doing some fugue drills (in rhythms, thinking musically). I chose the fugue drills.

I find it hard to practice when someone is listening to me--particularly when my piano teacher is listening to me. Which is kind of silly, because piano teachers should listen to their students practice occasionally, helping them to adopt better and more rewarding practice habits. But when I started doing rhythms (thinking musically), I played them timidly. She told me how I needed to play them, and I said, "I play them fine at home. I think I'm just nervous because you're listening."

"See?" she said. "You're giving your authority away to me again." I'm really trying to get away from the "Must Please Teacher" mindset. I'm much better than I was three years ago, when I first started taking from Deborah. Much better. But there's still that pleaser of a student in me, waiting (and perhaps expecting) negative criticism.

Strange because Deborah tells me that I'm unbelievably musical and have excellent musical intuitions. I just need to keep learning to trust myself.

My scales and arps sounded great, by the way!

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Training Starts Tomorrow

I don't know what I'm training for yet. Maybe the Charlottesville half-marathon in April. All I know is that I'm ready to start training again.

When I started training for my first half-marathon last August, I didn't know which one I would end up running.

I'm also planning to run more 5Ks, 10Ks, and 10-mile races this year. Maybe I'll do the marathon thing for my 40th birthday. It's not as far away as you might think.

But training starts tomorrow. I'll let you know when I figure out what I'm training for.

A Bookish, Musical Day

It was actually a musical, bookish day. The music came first.

I was accompanying several songs at church this morning, so I got up early to practice a bit. After working on the church stuff, I moved on to the fugue (indeed, what person in their right mind could avoid the call of the C#-major fugue at 7:30 in the morning?). The fugue and I have fallen in love all over again.

Then on to church. I didn't play well. I didn't play particularly badly, but I've definitely played better. Sometimes when I play for church, everything just goes right. Other times I feel like I have spaghetti for fingers. Today was a spaghetti day. Happily, I'm past the point where a less-than-stellar performance mortifies me (else I'd be in a perpetual state of mortification).

After church I ducked into the bathroom and pulled a Clark Kent: one minute I'm in a dress and heels, and the next I'm in old jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. Headed over to the bookstore and worked for four hours, helping get everything ready for the pre-grand-reopening party tonight. Ah, this glamorous bookstore job ... I dusted, mopped, wiped down chairs, cleaned the toilet, Swiffered, and used a straight edge to get dried paint off the wood floor. Oh, and I took out a lot of garbage. Glamorous, indeed.

But it was worth it. We all worked hard, and when people began showing up at 4:00, the place looked spectacular. I stood there, looking at our wonderfully remodeled bookstore, with its brand-new tea shop and wine bar in the back, and thought, "I have a cool job." I feel like an 80s high-school kid who just got a job at The Limited. Yes, the job is that cool (for a bookish wine-lover like me, anyway). I hope there are no plans in place to fire me.

So now I'm home and I suppose I should be watching the Superbowl, but that darn fugue is calling to me again. Hmm ... Bach or football? Bach or football?

That one's kind of a no-brainer, isn't it. :)

Saturday, February 3, 2007

Writing and Re-writing Gradue

Yesterday morning I wrote about three pages of my novel. Writing wasn't going well, and I was unhappy with most of what came out, but I plowed on anyway.

Then I went to work. I had a long work day yesterday at the bookstore. I took a half-hour for lunch. Sat at the little table, ate lunch, and wrote in my notebook.

After that awful morning of writing awful, bad prose, I found myself coming up with all sorts of realizations.

That's how it works. I don't get "ideas" for the story so much as I get "realizations." I think, "Ohhh, so that's why he said what he did." Or, "Ohhh, so that's why my title felt so right."

I also got the realization that, indeed, my work yesterday morning was not going to make the second cut. It wasn't even staying in the first cut. I'd had my main character interact with a with a rather unsavory person that I'll call Mr. Grossman. Well, I realized later that Main Character was supposed to observe someone else interacting with Mr. Grossman. Everything changes when Main Character is the observer.

Having her watch the exchange also allows me to use the word "gradue" in the story without having it sound unnatural. I'd wanted to use it before, but it didn't sound right for the narrator to use a word like "gradue." Now it (the word, not the substance) comes from the lips of a LSU sorority girl from Crowley or somewhere. And I think it works this time.

I just love the word "gradue." I haven't thought about that word in a long time. But it's perfect for this scene.

Now I'm off to the bookstore for another full day of work. The grand re-opening is on Monday, and I'll be able to return to my usual writing/editing schedule then.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Christmas Cards

Would you rather get a Christmas card the first week of February, or not get a Christmas card at all?

Is it really bad form to send your Christmas cards/letters over a month late?

Is it particularly bad form when you always send Christmas, birthday, and anniversary cards late? I'm not talking a couple of weeks late ... I mean several months late.

I thought so.

OK. So I'm in bad form. I've been in bad form for years. It doesn't help that I can't find my addresses.

I'll do better in 2007. And I'll start by sending out our 2006 Christmas cards.

I'm really not as thoughtless and selfish as it seems. Or, maybe I am, but I promise, it's not in a malicious way.

Sigh. Next year. I'm going to do better next year.