All Work and Very Little Play
A sweet and much-needed walk at sunset; the air so soft I felt like I could take off and fly.
Rewriting Homeland involves intense re-structuring, telling the same story a different way. Lots of little bits of paper about who found out which piece of information when; part of the background is simply the length of time communications took during the Civil War, particularly if there was no mail delivery between people in the Union and people in the Confederate states, and the letters had to be smuggled. It's headache-producing, and tiring, and there are days when I feel very imprisoned.
Fortunately, I'm going to a party tomorrow night: my friends like to do themed parties, and this one is going to be Tiki-Lounge. I got to spend a couple of hours Wednesday (before teaching my class) making big cardboard tiki-heads to be mounted on trees and tomato-trellises. My friend's cats assisted, including one who had to be locked up after the fourth or fifth time she dived at the box-knife as I was carving cardboard. Another friend has cruised the Internet and come up with six CDs worth of "exotica" music. Tomorrow I get to toss the house, looking for the damn coconut goblets that I bought for my own luau many years ago and put away in a Safe Place. A nice break from the Civil War. (I did find all the dishes shaped like banana-leaves, though). With any luck, it will be warm enough tomorrow evening to get away with wearing Hawaiian shirts (albeit over longjohns). Several of the guys, I understand, have promised to wear cocoanut bras.
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