In progress...

I am busily writing my Movies of 2013 Wrap-Up. But I am not finished with it:

Should I stay up (like a madwoman) and finish it? or go to bed (like a sensible person) and finish it tomorrow?



Tomorrow it is, then. Stay tuned! and good night.

Lazy, a little bit. Or a lot.

Well,

After getting back from Idaho on Saturday, and on Monday having the Fourth of July barbecue at my daughter's (fun!), and on Tuesday, having a haircut and a meeting and some hours writing a little bit strenuously and sweatily and not very attractively, I'm telling you, and then seeing a movie and meeting with my book group (fun!),

I have settled into the following routine:

• wake up not very early.
• loll around until later than that.
• make breakfast, or
• possibly whine about the fact that there is no bread for toast.
• take Bruiser for a walk when it's less cool than it would have been if I'd taken him earlier, when I was still (a) waking up not very early, or (b) lolling around until later than that, or (c) making breakfast, or (d) possibly whining about no bread, or (e) all of the above.
• take a shower.
• look at who knows what on the internet while
• contemplating what else I could/should be doing.

It's not very productive, I am forced to admit. I am "writing" and "making a film," but the measurable outcome is infinitessimal. Like, for instance, if someone were making a documentary of my summer writing/filmmaking, and they did time-lapse photography, maybe over the course of several days you might see a half of a haiku emerge.

Not really. It's more like a big messy spill of bleah, out of which might be excavated a haiku. But no one really wants to see time-lapse photography of that, do they? Or do they? I wish, maybe, I could make that movie.

Or not.

Actually, I am reasonably happy making the movie I'm making. It has lots of parts to it, and many pieces of footage, and decisions to make about what goes where, and what I should say in my voiceover, and so forth. So away I go, to look at the footage some more and take a few more notes and maybe write the other half of that metaphorical haiku. Or maybe just a half of the other half. I don't want to rush it.

In case you're interested, I am making salad for dinner. And toast. Because now there is bread, which around here, we like to call "progress."

There will be Idaho.

Well, the people, I meant to finish a little film about insomnia, but it is still in progress ("not finished"), so all I have to say for myself is

• my roses are starting to bloom,
• their fragrance and color are making me swoon,
• we have begun the yearly ritual of distributing the water to the roots,
• Bruiser loves his walk,
• I read and wept over Gilead,
• I have a poem for my writing group on Sunday, and
• we are going to Idaho for a quick swing, so my dad and mom can show us the ropes of opening it up for the season.

Idaho!