What I’m reading: Inishfallen, Fare Thee Well by Sean O’Casey
What’s on the iPod: Sweet Sophia by Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers
Yesterday was gorgeous. Sun was out, birds chirping, flowers in bloom…. too bad I was stuck inside working. I did manage to get to the park at lunchtime and put in a mile or so. Then I grabbed the daughter and forced her to join me on flower alert. This trail along the river in the park is famous for its bluebells, which make a stunning blue-purple carpet once a year. They’re not quite in full bloom, but in the next few days it should be glorious.
The buttercups, however, are a yellow blanket. I can’t wait to see them both blooming simultaneously. The picture above is from 2007 – a sad representation of the bluebells, but all I have at the moment. Today’s a bit of work (a big bit of work), airline reservations, and some organizing for Vancouver. I need to get more companies lined up. I’m spending just two days at the conference, so I want to make the most of those two days.
So what else is new?
My daughter gave me my Mother’s Day present already. Let me just say the girl knows me. My gift – four tickets to the U2 concert. She’d slipped the card in my purse and I’d found it as we were driving to lunch. Thank God she was driving – I don’t even remember what I was yelling, but she said I kept saying, “Oh my God! Oh my GOD! OH! MY! GOD!” or something similar. I was almost as psyched as when I found out I was going to Ireland. Almost. It may even outshine the Santana tickets she gave me eight years ago for my birthday. Shouldn’t I be spoiling her?
The dude who was lifting content. Ah, you’ll love this one. Despite his caustic notes to me (and to another writer, who was told he didn’t have time to argue her “intellectual property ignorance”), his website is now devoid of ALL writers’ feeds. From nearly 50-60 listings to zero. My work here is done. I’m glad he saw the light. I doubt he’ll ever admit fault or accept the blame, but I don’t care. He’s no longer taking from others (at least, not writers).
I’m now familiar with the Gaussian copula formula. Not that I understand it at all, but in writing this current article, I wanted to find out why the financial meltdown was so widespread. Enter a mathematical equation that easily quantifies risks and potential losses. Seems a lot of financial institutions were lining up to use it. And when they did, they failed to realize it didn’t take into account a catastrophic meltdown of the housing industry. Ah, once again, the best laid plans…..
Five pm writing is sometimes pretty good. The writers’ group teases me for it, but I start my manuscript that I plan to read usually around 4:30-5 pm. Our meetings start at 6:30. Last night was no different. The poem was aptly named “Procrastination and the Writers Group.” They loved it. I was expecting a lot of edits, but instead they’ve adopted it as our theme. I’m not the only one who does things spur of the moment.
The weekend is expected to be rainy, so I’m planning some cleaning, a little decorating planning, and a lot of reading.
How was your week? What’s the weekend looking like?
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