Marblehead Shmarblehead

MrsRW, now the world traveler, spent the weekend in Marblehead because last week she had meetings at her corporate offices and this week they're making an online video of the course she teaches so she's also now going to be an internet teaching star. because of the two week thing she opted to stay in Marblehead over the weekend instead of schlepping back home and then schlepping back there on Sunday to get an early start on Monday. Outside of that was probably the smart thing to do I'm not so sure it was the smart thing to do. It's pretty boring around here.

For one thing I'm not answering text messages. Screw text messages. My fingers are too fat to answer, it's like the rules change every time I try to use it and I think it's a screwed up idea anyhow. So if you text me (hear me DAUGHTERS??) I'm ignoring you. Call me, talk to me, don't type at me.

I tend to degenerate when my wife is gone for long stretches of time. I mean I don't become a stalker and forget to take showers and stuff. But I do tend to forget to put the dishes away and run my clothes down before doing a load or two. I mean I do the cooking anyway which includes the clean-up so it's not that it's something I'm not used to; it's just I don't automatically clean up immediately following like I normally do. Yesterday I did a load of my jeans and then realized I forgot two pair because they were... gulp... on the floor. OK so it's picked up now but Jesus...

I've been productive, pushing the novel well past 10,000 presentable words and seeing very clearly not only where it is going but able to see 30,000 in the near future and what they will contain. It has more to do with the simplicity of the idea than the "free time" of MrsRW being out of town because I would have had the same amount of time if she was here (we give each other tons of space and don't freak out about one of us working in their office for long stretches of time). I keep thinking of The Old Man and the Sea because it's 20,000 words about a guy fishing with small vignettes in front and back to make bookends. But it's a fishing story, and that's it. I'm keeping it simple. It's merely a story about a guy who becomes infatuated with a waitress in a combination dry cleaners and hamburger joint. Don't laugh. It happened to me in Corpus Christi in the early 70s. There really was a place like that and the guy had two daughters. All I'm saying.

No but the meals are not an issue because, like I said, I cook anyway. On a positive note I can eat my damn sardines INSIDE the house when she's away. So there is that.

I just wish she would have come home on the weekend is all. One week at home after this week and then poof off to Portland. So OK I will console myself with my sardines. What? They're wild caught. give me a break.