Anthology week

Meant to do this Sunday, but now I see it's Monday, although very early.

Last week, I mostly worked on the writers group anthology. I got the whole danged thing formatted and printed. Then I made photocopies of it for every contributing author so they could proof their work. I kept track of my hours: 23 hours this week on the blamed thing. No one to blame, but my big mouth. I think it turned out well. And one advantage: I was too busy to be depressed. I mean, I was, but when I had time to think about it, I was already in bed. Unfortunately, since the black dog couldn't get to me, it went after Tammy, dang it. One day, we're going to put that hound down once and for all.

I gave the copies of the anthology out at the writers group meeting Saturday morning. It would have rushed me to have met Jean on her way back home, but I would have made the attempt if I could have. Probably best this time. Besides, I'm sure she was ready to be home. I find about three days away, and then I'm ready to be home again. Oh, what would have been really fun would have been to introduce Jean to my writers group! Although that would have taken too much time out of her schedule. Some other time, I hope. I'm glad she made the trip okay. I worried about the drive up and back. Said several prayers for her at odd moments during the days.

Besides working on the anthology, I did household chores, had two job interviews, ate dinner with a couple of friends one night, walked at the gym, etc. The usual stuff.

Oh, one job interview really kinda sucked. I got there, and everyone was really upset because they had already filled the job and no one had called to cancel the interview. I wasn't angry, just deflated. Everyone was nice to me, particularly the HR woman who even tried to buy me lunch as an apology. (I refused.) But my resume is on file with them, so who knows? Maybe something in the future. The other interview was okay. I couldn't get a feel for how they felt about me. They're interviewing a lot of people for that position.

At the gym, I ran into a writer friend I hadn't seen for along time. Gail W. is the finest poet I know. Her poems are graceful and wise with clear imagery and flowing words. Her poems are like a river. You can see the surface easily, but beneath, strong emotional currents flow. I invited her to join the writers group, and she did Saturday. Unfortunately, she's leaving my town in this summer to move up by her daughter. She's just divorced her husband and is busy creating a new life. Still, I get to enjoy her for a while.

This week:

1. Household chores. Kind of got behind last week.
2. Walk at the gym.
3. Work on formatting a book of devotions for a friend. But he's in no hurry.
4. Work on the March family newsletter. Oh yeah, forgot to mention I published and mailed the February newsletter last week, too. Wanted it to go out before Valentine's Day. Another reason I was so busy.
5. Clean and sterilize the aquarium. Sometime next week, I want to buy a couple of fish.
6. Stay warm!

And that's it. Talk to you later.