This 'n That

Three fruit & nut bars: $5

One half-caff coffee: $2.50

Rice, Beans & Guacamole $6.50

Feedback from four published writers on two of my memoir pieces: Priceless.

How grateful I am that after only seven meetings (once a month) I feel brave enough to share some of the meatier memoir pieces with these folks. They wanted more. They were very complimentary. I am very grateful.

Now the work begins in earnest. Stringing these pieces on a coherent thread toward some semblance of flow sounds easier than I expect it will be. Each is a stand-alone piece, but rubbing elbows with your neighbors can either bring out the best in you, or rub you the wrong way. We’ll see…

Blast from the past, these memories dredged from the sixties… Even farther passed past than the revival of The X-Files TV offering we saw Sunday night for a few minutes. Scully and Moulder still have what it takes to drag us willingly into the roiling waters of sci-fi fantasy. The nineties are now retro? Gettin’ OLD!

I return to writing this week, as someone else becomes point person for our buddy Marc’s hospice team. He’s in good spirits for a man who sees death leering at him through the window like the haunting wolf of the three-little-pigs. He’s welcoming visits from friends and colleagues - joking about people taking him seriously when they know he’s dying. His consciousness astounds. His humor disarms. Humanity beams from his eyes.

Waking at 5:31 pleased me. Nine is my favorite number. Bless the little ticking heart of the bedside digital clock - synched to the Great Atomic Clock in the… where IS that thing, anyway? Anyway, I went for a stroll hoping to see those five planets supposedly lined up on the eastern horizon just before dawn. While it’s a beautiful neighborhood, it’s numerous street lights and even the Oracle Stadium lights, full-on bright, were bouncing off the cloud cover. NO planets visible. Still, a nice way to wake up. Lots of frogs singing.

Monday again. Two writing classes. Free coffee and advice.