My Heart Considered As A Courtyard In The Sun
April 8
Merry Monday. This'll be quick, since I'm sleepy.
Saturday I went to Temescal Café with Heather and worked on the lizard story. I finished it! It's called "Down with the Lizards and the Bees", and is about 4,000 words, short for me. I read it to Heather last night, and she seems to think it's good (she finished a fabulous, as-yet-untitled story this weekend; she gets better with every story she writes). I'm pleased with it; it's a story with heart and strangeness, and I think with some minor revisions and a polish it will be ready to go.
Heather went hiking with a friend in the afternoon, so I BARTed to Berkeley and Au Coquelet, had a sandwich, and read all my snail mail submissions for Star*Line; accepted three, rejected a slew. Not a bad percentage, really. Went home, and Heather rejoined me after a while, and we rented the first season of Twin Peaks on DVD; yet another incompetently designed interface! Why, why, why? Is the Sopranos: Season 2 the only intelligently designed DVD in the world? Actually, some porn DVDs have very good, clear, intuitive interfaces as well...
My old housemate Brian used to watch Twin Peaks every year, so I've seen the series entire a couple of times, but it's been years, and I really enjoyed seeing it again. It's a lovely show.
On Sunday Heather and I rose, remembered Daylight Savings, set our clocks ahead, and ran around the house wildly, our morning suddenly truncated by an hour. We managed to make the early afternoon matinee of Panic Room; good, good stuff. David Fincher's done it again. The weather was gorgeous, so after the movie we went to Jupiter, and sat in the courtyard, and drank good beer and ate good pizza. Almost indescribably pleasant; I don't remember when I've felt more warm, content, satisfied, and in love. We chatted, and enjoyed the weather. Sweetness. We ate cookies. Everything was wonderful.
Back home we watched more Twin Peaks; it was a visual sort of day. And, late, I read her story, and read her mine aloud... a perfect proportion and combination of the sensual and the intellectual.
Today was work, very busy, mid-issue cranking-away. Heather went out with someone tonight for a belated birthday dinner, and I spent the evening doing my taxes. I'm getting a grand total of $48 back. Tra la. At first I thought I owed $150, before remembering to calculate my student loan interest thingy. But all's well.
Other stuff... got e-mail from an old friend, Becca. We were close in high school; we went to the same college, too, but somehow drifted away during that time. Truly fabulous to hear from her; she seems to be doing very well.
I'm reading Caliban and Other Tales by Robert Devereaux (author of the infamous Santa Steps Out, which was one of Heather's Xmas gifts for me this past year). I've read a couple of the stories before, and liked them; I'll probably review the book.
That's enough for now. G'night.
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