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October 22, 2005
The View from Here
Is mostly of the garage wall. That is, if I look out the window straight ahead of me. From my desk, I can also look out the window to my right and see the back porch, two flowerbeds, a rose in a pot, Ruby's fence and leaves all over the lawn.
This is the view to my left:
Sunbeam Trifecta
The point of this entry is that as I sit here at my desk, being domestic, removing spam from my blog comments and banning IP addresses, wishing I didn't have to prepare for this stupid OSF audition because, I have a cold and am not in the best condition to be working on these things, but mostly because, let's face it, I'm not going to get it: 1) because I'm female and 2) because I'm now 38, which is, in my misguided profession, old beyond imagining, and so I'd really rather be doing the prep for my novel, I can see Dave moving about in the garage (and how's that for a run-on sentence, but it's how my mind is working right now, so move over James Joyce).
I can't see him all of the time, though, because my view out the window in front of me is mostly of the garage wall. Up which I really do intend to plant these absolutely gorgeous blue morning glories.
However, I can also see into the garage through part of a window there, and every so often Dave's silhouette moves across it, in shadow because the main garage door is open. I wonder what he's doing in/out there.
He may be finishing my bookcase. We bought a whole bunch of plays and anthologies last night, and I pointed out that the play bookcase in my office is now officially full, except for a bunch of language/rhetoric/communication books on the bottom shelf. Which means that my new bookcase/windowseat needs to be finished. Once we finish it, I can move the non-play books from their current shelf to another spot in the room and give the remaining plays that currently don't fit a home with the rest of their kind. (This includes those plays you are storing next to the bed, David.)
Posted by sally at October 22, 2005 11:33 AM
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