Anniversary and Random Thoughts

So, we moved. At one point, when my mother called to ask me how it was going, I started bawling. Later that night, I told my husband, "I am 29 years old and I just cried to my mommy." In my defense, I cried for the following reasons: I was exhausted; I hate moving; the pipes froze in our new place on the night we moved in (which meant there was water gushing out of the walls and no heat in half of the house); Nate fell on the icy stairs, hit his back, with a trunk landing on his stomach, and I watched the whole thing happen from about two feet away; I had just started school; and I had to go to work on Monday even though I didn't know where anything was, including my deodorant, because a big grant was due. So, wah.

Good news is that I'm better. Still busy as hell, but better. School is going to be a bitch and work is busy and I have to write a thesis and and and and. So, I think I might have to cut down on social obligations. Right after I finish with the next two weeks, which is filled with work events, birthdays, an anniversary, and our housewarming party. Right after that. Right ....

And now for the novel. Has not been abandoned. Has not been forgotten. I'm working with a prof this semester who is very in favor of meeting a daily word count. It doesn't matter what you write, as long as you try to meet the goal you set for yourself every day. So, starting Monday, I will try to write 1,000 words per day for four weeks (I'll extend to six if I have the stamina). Then I'll take a break. Depending on where I'm at with the novel at the end of this marathon I might have to do more weeks to get a draft of the whole she-bang. We'll see. So, starting on Monday I'll be keeping a tally on this page and an on-going tally on my novel page. Follow the bouncing ball at home, boys and girls!

And, for a final random thought. While I was riding the train home last night, I saw a young man wearing a black trench coat. He also had a black cowboy hat with a snakeskin scarf tied around it. He held an unlit cigarette in his mouth the whole ride, which was about 20 minutes, and he had two tears (tattoos? eye makeup?) that dripped from the corners of both eyes. As I looked at him, I smiled. And I thought, "Man, I am so old. I can't even remember the last time I put that much thought into an outfit."