Sunday, March 24, 2013.
Average, Part Two.
And here comes another one. Brunch at N'Tini's, MA with her hard-cooked eggs, me with voodoo eggs (like a Benedict, but with hot sausage patties instead of ham). Dinner at Zea with MA and the two lovebirds. For me tomato soup, Caesar salad, Asian sesame oysters. It seems to me that the rest of the gang ate nothing.
After over a month of ignoring it completely I returned to my Special Writing Project, a book I would like to have finished in time for the holidays. I am making not nearly enough progress, but not for lack of trying. There are simply not enough hours in the day for the commitments I have.
I am trying to find somebody to take over as webmaster. That job eats up almost as much of my time as my writing. Jude and I were on the phone to talk about it. But it went the usual direction: he will try to rebuild the whole thing from scratch, which takes no load off me at all, but doubles my labors. There must be a way out of this conundrum.
The weather has been dry enough lately that I was able to return for the first time in months to my trail in the woods. Things are starting to grow in there, most notably the Fern Meadow. The ferns have about covered their treeless ground with their new leaves, and now need only to grow to become lush. They occupy a footprint about the same size as that of our house. They have always been there in the twenty-two years since I began wandering back there. But almost nowhere else. I wonder what huge tree used to occupy that spot.
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