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Cathy: Weekends were built for excavations

Good news! Friday, I worked out a kink of a catalyst in an earlier chapter of the manuscript that I had conveniently skipped in my attempt to write the book chronologically. I had prior plans that day that had been cancelled, so as I showered, the ideas actually flowed with the water. My self-imposed pressure to write was off. It felt good to not just get that part out of the way, but to really feel inspired and write an idea into it I wanted to get across, besides get from point M to point Q. I’m really enjoying third-tier characters’ personalities these days, and truly believe I only have about 3-5 more good sit-downs to complete the plot line.

In the meantime, S’s room is slowly coming together. It had to come apart further before it could come together. I am staying away from it by weekdays, so I am not thoroughly frustrated with the one-step-forward-half-a step-back progress. This Saturday morning, my hope was to finish it so that I can move the monster of his bed and the mess of the bookcase to opposite walls. Pulling ye olde switcheroo. But I didn’t. I lounged. I enjoyed my coffee, my kids, and some low-pressure time. Then I drove out in the beautiful weather and went to my salon appointment. How much shorter that excursion is without the coloring time! Snip-snippity-snip, and a fifth of the previous visits’ price, then out the door. We took a family excursion to the giant home store and bought a ladder that was on sale.

In the afternoon, we gathered all but the teen, already off doing his own thing with his friends, and MIL was ready for a rest. We had a leisurely dog stroll through the neighborhood. S was in fine form with his very interesting questions, very loud. We walked by our neighbor who taught me how to make authentic Chinese fried rice, and he asked, after our chat, “Um, I forget. Are you Japanese or Chinese?” He has an obsession with Japan because of his obsession with Godzilla. We walked by his brother K’s best friend’s house, whose parents were also outside doing yard work, and he said as we walked away, “I always wondered why K2 wasn’t like African Black. Then I saw his father was married to a white woman. Since African-Americans got their Civil Rights in the sixties, is it legal?” I reminded him of the Supreme Court case of Loving v Virginia, which federally stopped states from prohibiting intermarriages between blacks and whites. Another obsession of his is the Civil Rights Movement. I think it’s hard for him to believe that any one group of people had that much power over another group. He’s been trying to wrap his brain around the concept since it was first pointed out to him in school while studying Martin Luther King, Jr., in kindergarten. I believe he’s asking perfectly innocent questions but my husband and older son think he sounds racist when he’s asking the things he asks. To me, I think he’s just trying to figure out the world in a concrete manner. Human relations are not a very concrete concept. This boy is just doing some digging.

Also on the schedule for the weekend was weeding and tilling the rest of the garden plots, doing something about the sprouts of crabgrass that have cropped up everywhere all winter. But Sunday was spent pruning instead. S’s room was put somewhat on hold for outside work, but I motivated him to do some of it on his own with the bribe of a new Calvin and Hobbes collection. I guess we have week five to complete the excavation of his room next week. The weather is supposed to chill down again, so I might actually return to the excavation site.

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  1. Kristine #

    Sounds like a productive, fun weekend, Cathy. Congratulations on working out the kink in your plot. You are getting so, so close now.

    March 9, 2009
  2. cathy #

    thanks, kristine. i really am close! that’s why i didn’t want to quit, regardless of the sleep dep and baby chase….

    more yardwork today….

    March 9, 2009
  3. So exciting, Cathy. Can you believe it? Your post proves that you really can fill a bucket one drop at a time.

    March 9, 2009
  4. yeah for you, cathy! sounds like you had a wonderful, productive weekend. great job on getting so close with the ms. you’ll have that baby done before you know it.

    i was actually very productive myself this weekend! posted a note on the monday page. (um, both of them…)

    March 9, 2009
  5. cathy #

    haha, kelly! i ended up on the 08 pg last week, briefly…

    yeah, i guess that is a great way to look at it, miranda! filling a bucket…i’ve been thinking baby steps, a la bill murray in (i think it’s called) what’s the matter with bob? ‘baby-steppin to the elevator…baby stepping in the elevator…’

    March 9, 2009
  6. Jen #

    Happy to hear your happy news about the plot progress! Yay for you!

    And it’s interesting — back when I was writing every day (in my other life!!!) I did some of my best writing in between serious weeding sessions. There’s something symbiotic for me about those two kinds of work….

    may the progress continue!

    March 9, 2009

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