June 19th, 2010

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and Friday

I did get out for a bit.  Mom and I went to the YMCA.  I swam a little bit, but the water was so hot -- perhaps into the nineties or close to it.  It wasn't refreshing.  Mom complains worse than I do about a pool that's hot.  She'll go swimming when the water is relatively quite frigid -- in the low seventies or so.  I prefer it to be around eighty.  Well, I may go to the Y again on Monday, and perhaps try the indoor pool, and see how warm that is.  I expect it would also be fairly warm, but perhaps not in the nineties.

We're discussing which beach to go to for vacation this summer.  Mom and I enjoyed Bethany Beach.  Dad said it was too far from home.  He doesn't like to leave the house for more than short trips away, and since he's the one with the sense of direction, Mom and I are pretty much limited to routes we've memorized.  We've talked a little about Point Pleasant Beach.  At least Mom has how to get there memorized.  It's still rather confusing to me, and we made trips to the nearby town where my grandmother lived for a good thirty years.  True, I wasn't driving those whole thirty years, but between fifteen to twenty of them I was.

If we go to Bethany Beach, I'm going to invite a couple of the university kids along to help with driving and to go to Rehoboth.  I haven't heard from my secret love child for a few weeks, so I think I'll talk to M.  He's a good driver, and pretty good at adapting to various situations.  Also, unlike S., he wouldn't be looking for quick hook-ups.  At some point in the GLBT office, I was ranting about those books which have "gay for you" protagonists who live together for a year before they have sex.  "What guy wants to get to know another guy first, and fall in love, before he has sex?"  M. raised his hand.  I'm not sure what I said, but it should have been, "M., you're shattering all my stereotypes."  I believe that led into me saying that usually men are pigs.  We pretty much agreed on many points during that discussion.

At some point, M. and I were talking, and he said that the students I was working most closely with got around as much as anybody and way more than some.  "I'm probably one of the most innocent people here," he said in disgust.  I forget what I said then, too.  I'm sure I didn't mock him for being innocent.  He's not naive, but I don't think he'll find too many guys his age who want to have an emotional attachment first, before having sex.  Maybe there are some nice boys out there.

I read a couple of books today, part of one at the pool.  I don't pick up many mystery novels at the bookstore, but these looked good.  They're the first two in a series by Jeff Abbott, Do Unto Others and The Only Good Yankee.  (For Kris' sake, the latter is the start of a Southern saying, "The only good Yankee is a dead Yankee.")  The books are set in a small town in East Texas.  The protagonist, Jordan, had moved to Boston years ago, to work for a publishing house, but moves back home when his mother is diagnosed with Alzheimers and needs care.  He gets a job in the small-town library, and shares his mother's care with his sister.  He starts to solve murder cases, and digs up all kinds of secrets and lies and bad deeds committed in the town he grew up in.  I'll have to see if there are more in the series.

Not too much else -- I was on the computer only minimally today.  I owe several e-mails.  I started an interesting correspondence with yet another author.  He had some very neat book ideas.  I'd totally edit for him, but he could probably get them published at Loose Id, or another company that wouldn't find the storylines too daring.  I don't have direct knowledge of the content, except mostly from reading, but I'd do well as a line editor.  Well, with a lot of the books I edit now I don't have direct knowledge of many of the things the characters do, and I think he'd have a far more realistic idea of how certain interactions would actually be likely to go than many of the other authors I edit.

I want to get to the church yard sale tomorrow.  It's nine a.m. to two p.m., and of course I'm still wide awake.  We'll see if I make it there.
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Saturday so far

Didn't sleep much last night, so I slept well into the day today.  I got to the church yard sale around 1:30 p.m.  There were several clivias left.  I guess the people who came to the yard sale didn't appreciate what cool plants they are.  Of course, they make much more of an effect when they're blooming.  Mother G. was just buying one when I got there, so the plant sale ladies must have explained to her about them.  The clivias were on sale for $10.00, which is unbelievably cheap for that kind of plant and that size of it.  In a garden center, they'd be closer to $40.00 or more, I would guess.  I think they were telling Mother G. that they were the orange ones, but I can check with the ladies.  I got a water ice, and a pamphlet on raising and using scented geraniums from the book sale part of the yard sale.  I looked over at the tables where a lady was selling necklaces and earrings, but I'm relatively broke this month from paying six months worth of car insurance, so I didn't get "really interested" close.

I dropped the clivia off at home and picked up Mom, and we headed off to the grocery store.  I got lots of things for a late lunch and lunch for the next couple of days, including grape leaves, marinated mushrooms, and mozzarella and tomato salad from the "Mediterranean" cart.  I stopped at the salad bar and got assorted veggies and fruit and bread pudding.  I got chicken Caesar salad and seafood salad, too, and California rolls at the sushi section near the deli.  I ate a little of everything when we got home, but it really should last me a while.  I'll have to make sure to eat the seafood by tomorrow, but the marinated food should last for a bit.

I went out to water the clivia and some of my little plants.  I suspect the ones which are still doing well have rooted into the soil of the big pots where I placed them while thinking about where to plant them.  I watered the indoor plants when I came back inside, while I was at it.

I don't particularly have plans for the rest of the day.  I expect I'll have another line editing job very soon, so I'll keep checking my e-mail for word on that.  Aside from that, I just have gardening books to read.  Added: I have several books on bulbs, and they each had a page or so on clivias. 

Added: I watched Thursday's full episode of Alles Was Zahlt, but ended up fast-forwarding through the parts which didn't have Roman and Deniz.  Nothing else really interested me that much.

I decided to watch the full episodes of Verbotene Liebe I hadn't seen.  I'd been thinking about doing that the week before, but really didn't feel so ambitious as all that, when the clips of Christian and Olli were what I really wanted to see anyway.  Anyway, they had last week's episodes still up, Tuesday through Thursday.  Tuesday was the day David left for Australia.  I thought he must have spoken more to Arno in the episode, and they did have a good conversation.

Tristan gave Helena roofies and was about to have his way with her unconscious body, but suddenly had an attack of what passes for conscience for him.  Things unraveled further for Tristan on Wednesday's episode, as he and Jessica had an engagement party.  When Tristan was supposed to give his speech, he said he couldn't marry Jessica and took off.  Helena and Jessica pursued.  He rejected Jessica again, and I wish I'd understood some of what she said to him.  I think if Jessica knew he was in love with Helena, she would have told her when they talked later.  Instead, Tristan took off in a car, drinking while he drove, and finally wedged his foot under the brake (?) and went up to some insane speed.  Helena heard a crash sound at the end of Thursday's episode.  We'll see what Monday brings.

I was hoping that the news about Tristan being in love with Helena would just become general knowledge in some way, and perhaps have Tristan hiding out in the castle for a while.  It's not like the von Lahnsteins wouldn't understand.  Of course Helena would have been upset, but she'd get over it eventually.  I really thought he'd go through with having sex with her, and create that much more mental trauma for everybody.  They've created similar mental trauma in the viewers several times before, though as far as I know, the previous sets of sibling lovers (and lovers who thought they were siblings) were conscious at the time.  The show has to have some of its signature forbidden love every so often.