Random musings on a writer's life & times, with occasional input from acquaintances
Saturday, March 08, 2003
I'm back. Nebraska was cold. My uncle was dead. My aunt was sad. My other relatives were pleasant. My life goes on.
Sunday, March 02, 2003
The Sunday Seven slithers once again onto the computer screen.
1) What are you wearing?
A creme-colored fleece sweatshirt with a Mickey Mouse logo (yet another souvenir of a Disney World trip that turned cold); a black Mountain Writers Series t-shirt with with the names of 198 writers (I counted them), ranging from Sherman Alexie to C.K. Williams, on the back; fatboy blue jeans, Adidas running shoes; black cotton sox that originally were part of my baseball umpiring uniform.
2) What are you reading?
“July, July,” a novel by Tim O’Brien.
3) What’s for dinner?
My wife went off to see some chick flick and said she would deal with dinner when she came back. I’m betting on take-out something.
4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?
I received the results of the second stage of my stat league baseball draft. Want to trade me a right-handed hitting first baseman?
5) What’s bugging you?
My Uncle Jess Campbell, husband of my mother’s sister Jean, died yesterday in Falls City, Nebraska. When I was in high school, I lived next door to Jess and Jean in Cottage Grove, Oregon. He was a quiet, good-hearted man who worked thirty years operating a saw in shingle mill to support his family before moving home to Nebraska in retirement. I travel to Falls City on Tuesday with my mother and my Uncle Milan to be a pallbearer at the funeral. Writeright will be going blank for a while.
6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
7) What’s it all about, Dave?