Thursday, October 31, 2013
Day 153: Tiptoeing on the Eve of Genius
Tomorrow National Novel Writing Month begins, and I have committed to produce 1,667 words a day for 30 days — ai yi yi. My only saving grace is that they don't have to be good words, though probably some of them will be, and certainly I can improve on All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. So — that is something.
Today was yet another chock-a-block event-full day, which started at dawn when I arose early to wash my newly highlighted hair — (I'm so pretty! like a lady skunk!) — and drove Mimosa to Madrigals (it's deeply dark at 7 a.m., I don't have the heart to make her walk). Husband and I then drove Martini + glock to the middle school, then went into Boston, where Husband met with his cranky department chair and I sat at Peet's, drinking coffee and reading my book.
And then we dashed off to Roxbury Community College's MainStage to see Handsome D in "A Soldier's Play," which was magnificent. Handsome D played the plum part of Sergeant Waters, the racist, bullying non-com whose murder prompts not only the question "Whodunit?" but also "Who didn't want to do it?" The entire cast was stellar (truly, to an astonishing degree), but our good friend, the man at the center of it all, shined most especially brilliant, and we were so proud and happy for him. Both Husband and I had forgotten what a good play it is, and we were still talking it over during lunch afterward at Asian Fusion Hoody-Doody. Yum!
Live theater, sushi, chardonnay, and a hot date with Husband — my perfect day.
And all that happened before 1 p.m.!
When the kids got home from school we carved our jack o'lanterns (yes, today is Halloween — why rush these things?) and I made a lovely dinner (Mom always insisted that we eat a healthy meal before trick or treating and before going to the fair, and let me just say this: you don't want a stomach full of egg salad when you're on The Twister. And yet I persevere with this tradition . . .), and now Li'l Martini and his pallies Shrieki and Mr. Critic are roaming the neighborhood. (Mimosa elected to stay home this year; she and I plan to watch the Simpson's "Treehouse of Horror" and then maybe Pitch Perfect for the 90th time or something like that.)
The boys will wind up back here when they're finally sated, and we'll drink cider and eat candy and watch A Charlie Brown Halloween (tradition!), and then they're all going to Shrieki's for a sleepover. No school tomorrow! It's all good.
And I am sharpening both my wits and my pencils, in preparation for my own little War and Peace. Well, more like Teen Angst and Cute Boys, but you get the idea.
Life is sweet.
—Lady C, budding authoress
p.s. The thing I am most excited about this weekend is daylight savings on Sunday and setting all our clocks back — so for a few glorious hours, every clock in this house will actually have the same time. We are five minutes off all over the place, it's driving me nuts.