About Last Night...

I finished the last blog post just as Martha came in through the front door. Talk about timing! Writing is not the same kind of impatient activity as is reading. Yesterday's Blog post took me over 30 minutes to produce and it was rather quick to write. It was a note to school relatively speaking. I simply put down my thoughts, which came out in a relatively organised list; reworked the paragraphs a little, buffing one up and collapsing one into another; after I published it, searched Google for the image I dropped in; and wrote the opening to bookend my original ending.

The T-shirt photo was based on the last line but also on the events of last week, heavy in my thoughts because I had yet to write them down. I still have not written them down but that will be next.

Last night I did nothing. Technically I did do something until midnight but results-wise I did nothing. Martha detests her job but she rejects working for herself. It's a classic catch-22 and she essentially needs someone else to live her life for her. She goes to bed by 8pm some times because she lives in this repressive state, and I am not so talented a writer that I can explain it, or do I wish to explain it, any better than that. Since her going to bed is not a routine thing, I never know when she will come out of the bedroom while I am writing and walk straight into my Blog in the living room. Sometimes I can enjoy 4 hours of uninterrupted peace and other times my typing on the keyboard is so loud that she awakes to complain to me: what am I writing? It is late! Late would be 10pm, for example, and Martha is 35 years old. (I am in my 40's.) So I talked with her from 8pm when she expressed interest in going to sleep until she finally went to bed, which was close to 10pm yesterday. I was exhausted for the experience but busied myself with something so unimportant to me that I cannot recall what I did at this moment, not wishing to go to bed at the appropriate time for a 70-year-old.

Now I have some writing to catch myself up on, and the process begins anew.