It’s getting late, but it’s warm outside and even with the windows open it’s close in here. The idea of crawling into bed is not so inviting tonight. Even though my eyes are drooping.
This is one of those times when I wouldn’t mind having a swimming pool. If you sloshed around in a pool for a while, your body temperature would drop somewhat and a cozy blanket would feel good I bet.
Our backdoor neighbors have a pool. I wonder if I could jump over the splintery 6 foot fence and take a little dip without being noticed? But the thing is they are notorious night owls. I have seen the flickering lights of the TV in the upstairs bedroom over there into the wee hours. So I better not chance it.
I’m sitting here with the scribble book on my lap looking at my little work table next to me in the living room. It’s piled with library books, catalogs, a book mark and a length of dental floss that I just used to floss my teeth.
Okay, okay, I’ll put it in the wastebasket in a little bit.
The books are these: The one I just finished, and another one by him “Lawrence Block on Writing Fiction”, “The Horse Whisperer” that hubby put on my table, I guess he thinks I should read it. I peeked at it a little, thumbing here and there and decided the author is probably very put out at what they did to his story when they made it a movie. And then we have “The Catcher in the Rye”. I am going to give it a go one more time with a cold hard eye to figuring out why it’s considered an important book.
I just stopped writing and picked it up and read a page and a half. Oh my God, it’s all coming back to me. This kid cannot follow a train of thought for more than 15 seconds at a stretch ! But I promise to try hard this time. Maybe I’ll learn something.
Okay, gritty eyeballs compel me to turn out the lights and give them a rest. I’ll just feel my way to bed tonight.