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We are on Day 11 of Emma's headache, which is less worse now and has some moments of actually not hurting. But the MRI was for her knee, which continues to baffle and torment. She said that it was a strange experience, very loud and arhythmic and bouncy. All in all, the kid is being brave. I'm not. I'm whining all over the place, and she's the one who's hurting.
My epic thing is within a few lines and some tweaking of being mailable. Which is good, because I have located some more deadlines I could try to meet. More story things.
I've been trying to diagram the chapter of Afterwar that I'm on, since I have realized there are four or perhaps five or six threads to keep twining at the correct rate, which of course I am not sure of until I see it in the words. It's another one of those situations where everything has to happen after everything else, or maybe it's that everything has to happen before everything else, but anyway, I keep getting hung up on putting things in the right order.
I have finally begun the removal of oxalis and nasturtium. I actually like nasturtiums, but they have become ubiquitous so removing several large compost cans full of them wilkl still leave plenty to bloom all summer. It's a pity I don't actually like to eat them, they are so numerous. We drove up to the Yerba Buena Nursery in unexpected fog and drizzle Saturday and admired all the lovely native plants and wished, again, that we had a much larger yard, preferably with some sunny hillsides on it, so we could grow everything. I don't know why I was so surprised to see named varieties of redwood (and some of them named after places in Santa Cruz County!). And there sure are a lot of different currants and gooseberries. And ceanothus.
It's night time and I should be in bed. I will be, soon.
My epic thing is within a few lines and some tweaking of being mailable. Which is good, because I have located some more deadlines I could try to meet. More story things.
I've been trying to diagram the chapter of Afterwar that I'm on, since I have realized there are four or perhaps five or six threads to keep twining at the correct rate, which of course I am not sure of until I see it in the words. It's another one of those situations where everything has to happen after everything else, or maybe it's that everything has to happen before everything else, but anyway, I keep getting hung up on putting things in the right order.
I have finally begun the removal of oxalis and nasturtium. I actually like nasturtiums, but they have become ubiquitous so removing several large compost cans full of them wilkl still leave plenty to bloom all summer. It's a pity I don't actually like to eat them, they are so numerous. We drove up to the Yerba Buena Nursery in unexpected fog and drizzle Saturday and admired all the lovely native plants and wished, again, that we had a much larger yard, preferably with some sunny hillsides on it, so we could grow everything. I don't know why I was so surprised to see named varieties of redwood (and some of them named after places in Santa Cruz County!). And there sure are a lot of different currants and gooseberries. And ceanothus.
It's night time and I should be in bed. I will be, soon.