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Nick and I took the Pack 369 Tiger Cubs up for a tour of Camp Ford, the largest Prisoner of War camp during the Civil War this side of the Mississippi.
Dear brain,
When I told you I wanted to dream about my writing, I was not asking you to send me a whole other story to write; I wanted help with what I’m currently working in.
No love,
Me
Food discussed (pinterest purused). Food eaten (after much delay). Publishing industry discussed.
More food purchased (Fresh!).
Slept (my first time with puppy in bed). Woken (puppies have small bladders).
More food eaten (Fresh muffins are good).
Writing discussed. Writing pondered. Writing stared at. Writing done? Possibly.
Food prepared (Steph makes a yummy marinara). Food eaten.
Writing pondered. Writing discussed. Writing read about. Writing done? Maybe.
Now time for more food preparation.
I had that day where I only had one appointment on the calendar, but managed to have to be away from home all day long. Attended PTA Council meeting, signed up for Fit City Tyler, tried (without success) to join my husband’s gym, got children necessary 2nd semester supplies, and finished my critique of a friends screenplay. Tomorrow there will be laundry and my own writing done. It will be good.
1. Wondering when Dry Shampoo became Not A Thing Anymore. It used to be everywhere when I didn’t want it and now that I do, I can’t find it.
2. Greg hates school. Nothing in particular, just going. How do I fix that?!?!?!
3. David called me because I was 7 minutes later coming home from dropping off younger kids than usual. He was worried I forgot to take him to school. It was pretty funny. (Where was I? Looking for Dry Shampoo.)
4. Last minute kid projects are less than fun. I’m just saying.
This morning Greg and I were snuggling on the couch and he tells me “I’m going to go live in the backyard soon.” Which was totally unrelated to our conversation. I was puzzled, too, because it is winter and not really the best time of year to be in the elements. I asked him how he was going to deal with the cold and without batting an eye, he launched into a description of how he was going to put solar panels on the roof for electricity and use a rain barrel to catch water for his bathing needs. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to ask him how he planned to cook his meals. I am imagining a little cottage made from one of those sheds you see everywhere in our neighborhood (older houses lack storage, naturally) with rain gutters and solar panels on top and I am still giggling over it.
Last night while I was at work, Nick took the Tiger Cubs of Okee Tuklo Pack 369 to a Lady Apaches Basketball game at Tyler Junior College. The gym there is very nice and they let scouts in to the game for free.
1. The sign says 5 days until visit the Popes. David says “We’re going to see the Pope? More than one?” Me: “Yes, we’re becoming Catholic. It’s a big deal.” (No, we aren’t really. Yes, people have asked. No, just no.)
2. Picasa recognizes me in pictures regardless of what’s on my head. (I apparently put a lot of silly things on my head.)
3. No one wanted to go to school today, not even Ben. Ben always wants to go to school. He pretended he was a cat for 20 minutes and ignored me (with appropriate head turnings and pawing.)
At Nick’s church there is definitely a “more is better” philosophy going on when it comes to events. If a chili supper for the whole church is fun, adding a sing-a-long is better. If a potluck isn’t quite enough, a game night makes it even better. So therefore if there’s an International Dinner, a Variety Show must follow. (Not that this is all bad…I’m just a one-thing-at-a-time kind of gal.)
Lisa Holcomb 