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September 7th, 2006

(no subject) @ 10:07 am

Did the MPs this morning. Not six, just three. I figured punishing myself for not doing them yesterday was pretty pointless.

I slept with the window open last night, and I have the window open in my office for some fresh air. The last time was the day I cleaned my office a couple of weeks ago, and before that ... I can't remember. It's been hot and humid here, with very little rain, so opening the window has been pretty well out of the question. It was nice to sit at the writing table and do the morning pages, with Lucy sitting quietly in the window, listening to the birds. Here, I'll show you:

Here's a long view of the desk and the window, with some of the scenery outside.

Here's a view of the back yard from where I sit when I do my morning pages. Lucy is conspicuous by her absence.

A slightly different view of the back yard. The big tree just to the right of center in the back of the lot is the only tree that we kept in that area when we had all of the pines taken down. It's a willow oak, and it wasn't doing well two years ago when we had all of the work done. It's doing great now, as you can see. You can see that there's a small patio up there, where we have a couple of Adirondack chairs (currently overturned) where we can sit when it's nice.

I straightened up the desk a little and took this. Clockwise from lower left: a card that has the word "prosopagnosia" written on it (we were watching something on ABC last night that featured people with "face blindness", that I thought might be something interesting to write about), my noise-cancelling headphones, the lamp I was talking about a couple of weeks ago that I finally got around to putting together, my binder clips, a framed quote that reminds me that we live by faith and not by sight (I'm sure some of you are cringing right now; in fact, I can probably tell which), my Godzilla lighter (I don't smoke any more, but I still have the lighter), a wood model of Old Comiskey Park in Chicago that I bought at a craft fair from a guy with a withered arm, my colored pens in a mug that I bought at the Bristol Renaissance Faire in 1997 (I'd drink from it, but it sprang a leak), part of my collection of Sharpies and pens taken from Courtyard hotels, a paystub from my client, my morning pages notebook and a couple of Post-It pads.

Here's the command module. It's a little messy, but it gives you the gist of the area. You can even see that I'm typing this entry. On your left is a box of about 1000 business cards, most of which are still in the box. I'm thinking of using them like index cards, for writing ideas and whatever. There's another box of business cards in there, with my client's name on them, but there are only 500 of them. I'm not sure I'll ever use all of them, either. I bought the wooden book holder (OK, it's holding various flotsam and jetsam) from an older gentleman who I understand has been ailing the last couple of years, but his daughter (who paints and sells her work at craft shows at Christmastime) assures me that he's still making the book shelves. Evidently, he really lives to make things out of wood. Wow.

Here's a drawing of me from 1963 done by Bob MacCourt at Lake Lawn Lodge in Delavan, Wisconsin. I remember this day very well; Mom and Dad brought us there and had pictures of the three of us drawn. Dad felt it necessary to warn the three of us that this was REALLY IMPORTANT TO MOM. I don't know why. I was a cute little fucker, wasn't I?

Here's the corner of the office opposite the window. The "Goudy Cougars" t-shirt was my mother's; she taught at the Goudy School in Chicago for 37 years. The painting was done by a wonderful old guy who married a friend of Mary's (a woman who didn't marry until she was in her 70s). I saw it, I told him I liked it, and bought it from him. I still like it. Does anyone remember the magazine "Arizona Highways"? It's the kind of scene you'd expect to see on the cover. The older I get, the more I like Western stuff.

This is a picture of a picture of my father that my mother gave me for Christmas a number of years ago. She gave each of us this picture, along with a note telling us how proud my father would be of us, how he was smiling down on us, and how we had touched her life up to that point. I can't read it without choking up, but it's in the frame behind the picture. This and the photo album that my aunt (and godmother) Jill gave me for Christmas that had pictures of me at various stages in my life are the best gifts I've ever gotten. One day I'll scan some of the pictures from that album and share them, but not today.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the tour. Talk to you all later.
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Date:September 7th, 2006 07:11 pm (UTC)
Very nice John. Thanks for the tour.
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Date:September 7th, 2006 09:05 pm (UTC)
You're welcome. I'll try to do that every once in a while, just because I get a kick out of it.

Chief Jack's Galley

There's a place for people who laugh at nothing...