Thank you, Walt

This photo depicts Walter Elias Disney's star ...

This photo depicts Walter Elias Disney’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ok, I admit it.  I was a tad overambitious when mapping out my writing plan for the weekend.  A three day weekend! While I am getting back in the habit, and I’m pleased with the progress I’m making, I don’t have the stamina I once did.  A really good writing day leaves me fried the following day.  So…I didn’t get a whole lot of words down yesterday.  I did, however, hammer out some plot points that had been nagging at me, so that counts as something. And I made enough dinner to have leftovers for tonight.

That means the only chore that had to get done today was making the week’s gumbo for the dogs.  No, no, don’t look over at the laundry pile.  All the stars aligned, I had the breakfast in the house that Flower Child actually wanted to eat, and plenty of milk for coffee.  And then, when I sat down to write, and Flower Child wilted, exhausted from being awake for 30 minutes, we found Mary Poppins was playing on the Disney channel.  After Mary Poppins came Lady and the Tramp, and after Lady and the Tramp came Hercules, and after Hercules came Alice in Wonderland, and now Aladdin is on.  Hear that?  It’s the blissful sigh of a productive writing day, gumbo made and cooling, the girl happily snuggled on the couch with Little Incredibly Dumb Dog watching movies, Big Senile Dog snoring to provide the background music.

I’m a Disney fan.  Not politically correct, but true.  I like most of their movies, and have truly happy memories of vacations at Disney World with Husband and the fringelings when they were younger and we had enough money to take a vacation every other year.  Sure, there’s also the memory of having to go to the first aid station with Nerd Child when he was an infant, and one of Husband’s chest hairs got wrapped around his eyeball in a way that required medical attention.  I think that was the same stay when I got heat stroke our first day there, between 8000% humidity and nursing.  But the next morning, I was on Dumbo with Man Child, what could be bad?

I’d like to think I’ll be able to write a little more after Flower Child goes to bed, but I doubt it.  On the other hand, I’ve got an overwhelming urge to listen to Grace Slick.  Any day that ends with Jefferson Airplane is a good one.

 

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  1. Ideal Sunday? Hmmm. Wait, i thought I saw you ask that somewhere and now i don’t see it. Maybe i just have an artificially inflated sense of self, so I’m gonna answer you anyway. There is a growing laundry pile but I CANNOT do anything about it and therefore cannot feel guilty about it, and we actually have sufficient clothes for a few days, because I went to the laundromat on Friday night. (The broken washer is a story for another day.) No one was sick to alarming degree. I smell a delicious supper in the oven that T helped me prepare that will (hopefully) also be dinner tomorrow, and his help makes me largely forget some really obnoxious behavior earlier today. AND I know that I don’t have to set the alarm for tomorrow morning. It was a pretty good day. 🙂

    Emily is on a massive Barbie movie jag. That sounds profoundly politically-uncorrect, but most have a pretty good theme/moral to them with a healthy portion of girl power thrown in. 🙂 I think I like some of them as much as she does… I like anything that will get her through her hard days!

    I’m so glad your writing is progressing in good form. Hooray hooray. I’m proud of you. 😀

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    1. Maybe you knew I meant to ask, but hit publish too soon. :p
      Sounds like you had a good day too, but ugh! on the broken washer. Love that T helped you with dinner prep, perfect in so many ways. 🙂
      We like some of the Barbie movies, but Flower Child doesn’t like to change the channel. Whatever channel she starts with is the one she ends with. Period.

      And, thank you! 😀

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  2. I keep wondering how your husband got his eye that close to his chest – Thinking of the rides at Disney, I don’t recall any that contort you that much 🙂 Sounds like a great Sunday!

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  3. Love Disney! Love Disney World for all its concrete and lines of doom 🙂 Love movies as babysitters they are the best!
    Have another good day today. I am getting rid, I mean the Children will be going to school today. FINALLY!

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        1. Yikes! That was always a fear of mine, whenever they were crying and I couldn’t figure out why. Well, not the willy part, :p but the idea of a long hair wrapped around a toe, unnoticed.

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  4. I cannot BELIEVE how young Grace Slick looks in this video – all of them, in fact — and so clean-cut and reeking of sanity! (nothing protruding through cheeks or lips or noses – facial expressions, no drooling on camera 🙂 )

    I remember Jefferson Airplane as “grunge” personified (at least that’s what the grown-ups seemed to believe and, even though I did NOT agree at the time, it must have insinuated itself into my memories of them anyway.)

    We WE ever that young?!

    Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, CMC, SCAC, MCC
    – ADD Coaching Field co-founder –
    (ADDandSoMuchMore and ADDerWorld – dot com!)
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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    1. Grace Slick was young and spectacular in her innocence, so many of that scene were–at least in the beginning. 😉

      I question whether I was ever that young–but I sure as heck wasn’t always this old, lol! 😀

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