Saturday, January 22, 2011

Catching Up

          It’s nice to wake up happy.  The room is cold. I turn up the heat, get back in bed and turn on NBA TV to see that the Lakers beat the Nuggets. My biggest complaint about leaving California is that west coast and Midwest games are on too late. I can only stay awake for the first half.
          It’s 22 degrees. Frost covers our cars. I’m the only one out. I love it. No cars on
Riverhill Boulevard
. Walter and I can walk straight up to Springhill and stand right in the middle of the street, in the brilliant cold sunlight.  I imagine that I live in one of these big, two story houses, with real yards and expansive views.
          It was a good week.  I liked the eye doctor who didn’t try to talk me into bi, or trifocals. He said my vision will never be perfect, so I should go ahead and wear my 15-year-old prescription for the computer, the 4-year old one for distance, and no glasses to read.  I don’t feel foolish anymore, lifting my glasses to read food package labels because he took his glasses off to write!   
          It was embarrassing, when he was giving me that horrible exam where he’d say, “Which is better, the first . . . or the second,” because I was so hot in that little room, my face was steaming up the lenses. I asked him if I could take my sweater off (I had a cami on underneath) and he said, “No!”
          I did not get called to make phone calls for the Tivy High School graduation fundraiser. Either the coupon books didn’t come in yet, or the guy didn’t like me.  John said I can be a little intimidating. All I did was ask if anyone else was hot, in that tiny room with a space heater blasting.  He said, “I’d think a skinny little thing like you would be cold all the time.”  
          I found out that the article I wrote last weekend for Kerr County People was all wrong.  I’d gotten carried away with facts about Ford and the auto industry, instead of focusing on the person I was interviewing.  My writing instructor, who edits the magazine, came over and sat with me for two hours, explaining what the publisher wants. I learned a lot about journalism. For example an a-head is the headings that divide sections. In longer pieces there can be b-heads (sub-sections), even c-heads. Also, do not start a sentence with a number, such as “2010 was a very good year.”  I really felt stupid but she was encouraging and told me this will help my writing in general. 
          When I called the fellow back to get more information for a rewrite he said, “I feel sorry for you. I know what they want, but I’m not going to talk about myself!”  He was so adamant.  I strained my brain and this question came up: how do car sales people keep up to date when cars are changing all the time? This was a good question, it turned out.  There are twice a week meetings where the sales manager educates his staff. He constantly has to read trade journals, on-line articles, newspapers and information sent down from corporate. Plus, every sales person and service person has to take a test to be certified. I included this in my rewrite. Fingers crossed that it will be acceptable!
          I phoned Club Ed to see if anyone has signed up for my adult writing class and found out that, so far, seven have! (One man, six women). The class runs for 6-weeks, starting Thursday, February 3. Then, if people want to continue, we’ll do 6-more weeks, after spring break. My goal is to have an-ongoing class, like I did in Oakhurst.
          Last night I watched the last half of one of my favorite movies, “Heartland” from 1979. (I wonder if the title should have been italicized, not in quotes?) Rip Torn is a taciturn Scot who hires a widow (Conchetta Farrell) to be his housekeeper on his desolate ranch in Wyoming. Or is it Montana? It’s incredibly bleak. And sad. At the end credits, it was dedicated to ancestors of the script writer. No wonder it was so believable.
          And now it’s the weekend. John’s gone out for a few hours to explore. I’m going to finish reading Remarkable Creatures by Tracy Chevalier and begin The Finkler Question  which won this year’s Man Booker Prize. I like my Kindle. It’s like having a treasure chest.   

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