And while the white rabbit is scampering about yelling, “Oh my fur and whiskers! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”
I am late with my blog.
I am late in responding to your comments.
I am late in reading your posts.
Forgive me. It appears things might get worse before they get better.
Retirement is obviously going well, I’ve completely lost track of my mind, and that seems to be lauded in retirement land.
The truth is we’re all navigating life without a map and sometimes we find ourselves in the most unexpected predicaments.
As you know, on a whim, I pitched my book to a few literary agents and publishing houses several weeks ago. I left it dangling in the murky water until I felt a tug on my pole. What the hell?
Someone took the bait.
As William Shakespeare is known to say, “Oh, I am a fortunate fool!”
It’s a small publishing house by industry standards but it’s viable and they want to publish my book. After signing a two-year contract we settled on February 23, 2023, for the debut of my book. This gives you all plenty of time to save up!
I was over the moon for like three, maybe four minutes, because when you have ninety percent of a large project completed, finishing up the final details will take another ninety percent says, Kevin Kelly.
For the last few weeks, I have been diligently responding to questionnaires, trying to collaborate on a seductive book cover and appealing biography. I know. We’ve got so much to work with. A retired educator from the suburbs with a compilation of essays.
What’s not to love?
More importantly, I’ve been tasked with rewriting the intro which the publisher said, and I quote, “the introduction might be a turn off to the reader.”
Might be? Bahaha.
Thank God they liked the rest of the manuscript and decided to take a huge risk on an unknown author. Anne Lamott says, “I just try to warn people that publication is not all it is cracked up to be.”
Right now it’s all about first impressions, the cover, apparently is key to a successful book. And here I was always told you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Especially old ones.
But not all adages turn out to be true.
Speaking of old…it’s Larry’s last day of work, he’s been donning the daily armor, entering the dreaded arena, and battling a slew of high-tech opponents for forty years.
Time to hang up the shield and rest on his laurels for the foreseeable future.
We have big plans. Tandem biking events all over California and abroad. Impromptu trips to visit our kids who have settled out of the area. And a couple of trips to see new parts of the world. Well, new to us at least. Kevin Kelly writes if you’re traveling to a place you’ve never been, listen to an album you’ve never heard before. Forever after that music will remind you of that place.
Might I add, make sure you want to be reminded of a place before selecting a memorable tune?
Just between me and you, Larry’s been a little crabby of late. I think he’s worried about the cessation of a regular paycheck and a wife with a honey-do list that would rival that of Santa’s naughty list.
I heard him talking civilly to some guy on the phone, a coworker, and the gardener. But when he’s addressing me it’s as if I’m fish bait! Or worse, pond scum.
I can be as patient as the next gal but let me just say the theory is blatantly untested.
I put up with several unpleasant interactions all morning and finally pulled out my Meryl Streep persona in the afternoon.
I innocently reminded Larry, “Honey, we’ll need to leave Julie a check for the lake.”
Larry snapped, “I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT.”
“Hum? And here I thought you were retired?”
“WRITE IT YOURSELF.”
“Thank you, that will be all,” and I walked elegantly away, tossing my hair to dramatize the exit.
Controlling your emotions so we don’t unwittingly take out our angst on those near and dear to our hearts (that auto corrected to hearse). LIKE YOUR WIFE.
I’ll give him a twenty-four-hour hall pass and then….I’m channeling Elsa.
Tomorrow we’re heading back to Missouri to celebrate a wedding, our dear friends Mic and Lynelle O’Connor’s son Tom is marrying his college sweetheart, Jodi.
The morning after the wedding we’re driving to New York City, passing through several states Larry and I’ve never visited before, to rescue Kelley, who had to eat one meal alone! (Tim has been covering the NBA finals) Oh, and she and Tim just bought their first flat on the Upper West Side.
We have much to celebrate.
Apparently, it’s hot and humid where we’ll be going, I’m not a fan, we’ll see how well I keep my emotions in check, sequestered in a rental car, with only Larry for company, for like 30 hours. They say marry someone you want to talk with for the rest of your life. This will be challenging as Larry’s not a talker, has a unique sense of humor, and minimal patience. I’ll be engaging my iPhone as a hot spot so I can accurately record the shenanigans.
We’re considering listening to David Wiffen’s Coast to Coast Fever, recorded in 1973, during the long drive?
We’re like seven hours in and I might be regretting that decision!
Larry says, “drink some water.”
I say, “I’m not thirsty.”
“Don’t be like your mother.”
“You need to stay hydrated.”
(I guzzle half the bottle to shut him up) “There, now maybe you can go an entire hour without telling me what to do.”
“When have I ever told you what to do?”
“My whole fricking life.”
“Okay, Cheryl.” (with an emphasis on Cheryl)
Rethinking David Wiffen’s Coast to Coast…
Here’s what I think, if optimism is a frame of mind, and you believe that the world is a generous place, filled with mostly generous people, this is likely the kind of world you’ll encounter.
The opposite is also true.
F. J. Paye says, “the wise person always holds himself aloof from jubilation and sorrow, allowing no event to disturb his ataraxia.” Ataraxia is a great word, it means a state of serene calmness. Oh, that’s rich.
Well, it’s something to aspire to, but today, I can’t seem to stop spewing, “Oh my fur and whiskers! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”
I’m Living in the Gap, hopelessly scattered, how’s your week going?
PS ~ Today is Dante’s birthday! Happy Birthday to my son. Larry and I are driving to NYC, Julie and Nic are at the lake, Tony is in Portugal, and Kelley is in New York. Thanks to Martica, Tim, and Brighton for stepping up and celebrating the birthday boy while his entire family is out of town!