Good morning or whatever part of the day it is for you. Today is Saturday March 28, 2015. The temperature is 57°F and the humidity is 71% at 4:20 a.m. PST (-8 GMT). Weather Underground shows sustained winds at 0 with gusts of 0 mph. The sky was clear when I stuck my head out. Saw the Big Dipper. Weather Underground is predicting a 0% chance of precipitation and a high of 86 today. Good and warm, but not as bad as yesterday.
Mr. Siduri and I went yesterday to his financial planning people to work on his investments. He’s been investing in various stocks since he was in high school. He suggested I go along, though he’s always gone by himself. I didn’t think getting married changed much between us, but the legal status of wife changes not so much emotional things between us, but paperwork. We have to do a whole lot of paperwork in addition to the marriage certificate. I have to contact my bank to get his name added onto the deed of my condo. He has to re-record the deed to the house to add my name onto it. Boy, how romantic. But there are all sorts of legal and financial protections. If I get hit by a bus, he can collect the rent on the condo or sell it as he sees fit. I can understand why gay couples want and should have access to the same legal protections. And then there’s the whole spectrum of medical decisions for partners.
Right now, I’m mostly tired. I want to sleep. But this is about the only time of day I can get any writing done. Plus, I can sit here with the back door open and enjoy the coolness of the early morning without worrying about freezing Mr. Siduri out. Granted I’ve got a blanket over my bare legs, but enjoying a little bit of cool before the heat of the day is nice.
It’s not that Mr. Siduri won’t leave me alone. He just doesn’t understand that writing demands solitude. I tell the story about writing about a big, important passage in my novel, where the main character kills a dragon. The main character is only about 16 and has come upon the dragon by surprise. He has to think on his feet. I have to think the scene through. And as the dragon dies, almost in disbelief that this punk has mortally wounded him, he tells him some important things. I have to word it just right, precisely enough so that the reader will understand what happens when it happens and vague enough that it’s not a given. As I’m pounding away at this, Mr. Siduri, who had no way of knowing what I’m writing, walks into the room to tell me about a new app on his iPhone. Really. And I can’t get mad. Or even irritated. I just nod and say, “Oh, yeah?”
Thanks for reading. Hope you are yours are all happy and healthy. Hope the day brings you good things.
1. Continue Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil .
2. Review sci-fi story
4. Finish and review S&N “Awakening”
5. Rework passages on Siegfried’s early childhood so they’re not boring.
©2015 Denise Longrie
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wolfgirl569 wrote on March 28, 2015, 8:54 AM
Men are aggravating like that. Then wonder why we are ignoring them1
msiduri wrote on March 28, 2015, 8:57 AM
That's just it. I would never ignore him. And I wouldn't stand up and scream at him, "Hey Siegfried is killing his dragon here, and you're telling me about your damn app!" So I write in the early morning.1
leli wrote on March 28, 2015, 9:38 AM
Good Morning to you my friends.Nice to see you1