stuff stuff stuff (500 words)

Okay, the action's heating up and I'm slowing down despite the fact that I'm worried about getting it done before I have to get serious again about work.

Or maybe because of it.

I have still a whole lot of plants to plant (minus one -- the dog killed the collinsia which I keep trying to grow for the nice fellow).

Yesterday, however, I planted:
five sedums
four thymes
a veronica
marjoram
winter savory
and -- I forget what else.

And I made bread this morning -- I don't think it's great but it will be edible. The point is I'm making dinner in advance and the rest of it is mainly leek and potato soup -- tonight is a concert for Emma, as well as a scholarship application, and tonight is also games night which the nice fellow is going to because a friend from out of town will be there.

So supper ahead of time.


Yesterday I got "Sobreviva's Rap" back and today I made a frontispiece for it. I'm going to art it up and post it online -- can't think of anything else to do with it -- the problem with writing for anthologies is you end up with stories that can't be shopped all around.

district concert

The kids are good. That's because they've had a consistent program in place for several years. It's taken a lot of effort and exercise of community will to preserve the music program, and of course Arnold would like to cut the money again. The music program at Santa Cruz High School is almost self-supporting as it is.

The person they had doing the announcements screwed up a lot though, starting with this: "And as you listen to your fellow students, you can look both ways: elementary students can hear what you're going to accomplish in the future, and you high school students can look back at your younger selves and see how far you've come. You'll ask yourselves 'did I really sound like that?'"

Way to dis the little kids, lady. But it seems to have gone over the little kids' heads -- they had a wonderful time anyway. The grownups, though, gasped, and laughed that harsh barking laughter of the unpleasantly surprised.

And then she mentioned all the awards and honors that the high school bands had earned . . . except ours.

I decided not to sulk about it and snuck up between pieces with a note: "maybe you should mention that Santa Cruz High School has won first in their division in marching, concert and jazz band this year." And the next time she talked about Santa Cruz, she did, and the audience cheered. The kids are great: they really enjoy each other. The little kids were dancing in their seats when the high school students played something jazzy.

I think I'm going to Baycon, even though I forgot about the writers' workshop until too late and I don't see even one person I really know on the list of people who've already signed up. Anyway I think I'm driving a couple of band members over the hill to the fanime convention which is only a few miles away from Baycon, so that they can march in the "Felton Remembers" Memorial Day parade.