Jul 12, 2009 21:48
This past week has been busy and this coming week doesn't look like it will be letting up. I won't bore you with the mundane things. I wrote a bit and read some. Saturday I went tubing with some friends down a river in North Carolina (tubing is basically getting into an inner tube and letting the current carry you down the river). It was as fun as I remember my first time being, but I forgot just how tired you are afterwards. There's actual work involved, what with trying to keep your tube from hitting the river bank or random rocks sticking up from the river bed. At one point my wife hit a bad patch of rapids and fell out, nearly hitting her head on a rock. Thankfully she missed it and I was able to get her innertube back to her so she could continue down the river in relative safety. We laughed about it later, but at the time it was a little frightening. Good times overall though.
This week will be fun as well. Monday night will be meeting with friends to discuss our comic book writing activities and hopefully encourage each other to keep at it. Tuesday night I start my level 3 improv class. Thursday night I'm going to watch my wife and my old team play soccer against some friends of ours. Wednesday is mowing the lawn and straightening up the house.
I do hope to get some more writing in around those days though.
Before I forget I would like to share with you an excerpt from Lauri Notaro's blog. For those of you who don't know who this woman is I'll just say she's currently one of my favorite humorists. Not quite as witty as say David Sedaris, who is also quite good, but she knows how to build a joke without any unnecessary words. Here's the excerpt.
(But I’m going to look at this as a stretching exercise before I get to work every day. I once had a Hollie Hobbie diary in the third grade and I wrote in it devotedly. I found it when we moved from Phoenix to Oregon, and I made the mistake of reading it. I actually wanted to hit myself. I mean, you always have an inkling of what an absolute dork you were, but nothing brings it to light like the phrase, “I love Paul R. so much I wish he was my brother and we got to hold hands before dinner when we say grace.” Incest and the Lord. Rock on.)