I almost gave myself a heart attack today when I thought I’d lost the revisions and additions from the past two days worth of work on my manuscript. I’d been copying to update three CD’s and back up my own files when something didn’t look right. It just serves to remind me that when I push to do something, even though I know I should stop, it’s a mistake. Everything is okay. The files are safe, but I think I need to back up my brains.
I really do need more diversions. Too much of keeping one’s nose to the grindstone eventually wears your nose down and then you look like an idiot. Last night I had an extemporaneous gift of being asked to go downstairs for a drink with a business friend whom I’ve known for a year. Normally, I wouldn’t go, mainly because I don’t like bars or the noise it attracts. Something said,“Oh, go ahead do it.” Well, it was just the thing I needed. Even though all I had was Seltzer water with lime, it was nice to get out of the hotel and have a nice conversation with a friend.
It was also interesting. Adjacent to us at the bar, a twenty something girl with a small brain, but big boobs (I suspect thanks to her push-up bra), entertained not just us, but most of the patrons who sat mesmerized watching her throw herself at some guy sitting next to her. Her V-neck sweater was cut very low at her cleavage, and almost matched the cut of her bra. She kept emphasizing her breasts to the guy, as if he wouldn’t have found them on his own. Periodically, she’d pretend to adjust her breast in the cup and give him a show. My 55 year old friend, who is no slouch in the female department, confessed he gets so turned off by the trashiness of some girls these days that he’s no longer interested in looking at women younger than forty. I was surprised to hear his perspective since most men go for women twenty years younger. We left before the couple did, so I don’t know if they later hooked up, or what. Nor, do I care.
Mr. Madison will be leaving us on Friday. So, will Mr. Pool. We’ll be sad to see them go. I know I will. Change is good, especially when more money is involved. Hopefully, they’ll come back periodically for a visit. I will certainly miss the entertainment provided by watching Confidante and Mr. Pool play against each other. They’re a regular Cheech and Chong road show.
The Nascar people will start arriving Thursday night and Friday. I try not to remember last year’s hoopla. They start drinking in the morning and things get louder as the day goes on. I’ll be ready for them this year. If they keep me up singing again, they’ll get an angry howler message via air horn delivery the next morning. Seems fair.
I really do need more diversions. Too much of keeping one’s nose to the grindstone eventually wears your nose down and then you look like an idiot. Last night I had an extemporaneous gift of being asked to go downstairs for a drink with a business friend whom I’ve known for a year. Normally, I wouldn’t go, mainly because I don’t like bars or the noise it attracts. Something said,“Oh, go ahead do it.” Well, it was just the thing I needed. Even though all I had was Seltzer water with lime, it was nice to get out of the hotel and have a nice conversation with a friend.
It was also interesting. Adjacent to us at the bar, a twenty something girl with a small brain, but big boobs (I suspect thanks to her push-up bra), entertained not just us, but most of the patrons who sat mesmerized watching her throw herself at some guy sitting next to her. Her V-neck sweater was cut very low at her cleavage, and almost matched the cut of her bra. She kept emphasizing her breasts to the guy, as if he wouldn’t have found them on his own. Periodically, she’d pretend to adjust her breast in the cup and give him a show. My 55 year old friend, who is no slouch in the female department, confessed he gets so turned off by the trashiness of some girls these days that he’s no longer interested in looking at women younger than forty. I was surprised to hear his perspective since most men go for women twenty years younger. We left before the couple did, so I don’t know if they later hooked up, or what. Nor, do I care.
Mr. Madison will be leaving us on Friday. So, will Mr. Pool. We’ll be sad to see them go. I know I will. Change is good, especially when more money is involved. Hopefully, they’ll come back periodically for a visit. I will certainly miss the entertainment provided by watching Confidante and Mr. Pool play against each other. They’re a regular Cheech and Chong road show.
The Nascar people will start arriving Thursday night and Friday. I try not to remember last year’s hoopla. They start drinking in the morning and things get louder as the day goes on. I’ll be ready for them this year. If they keep me up singing again, they’ll get an angry howler message via air horn delivery the next morning. Seems fair.