Almost Six

This morning Richard and Tre were up early. I was still mostly asleep when Tre came into the room.

"I want to go home. I'm bored," he said.

Next thing I knew, they were out the door. I turned over and hugged my pillow. A minute later, Tre was back. I heard him come through the door and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, he called out to me.

"I came back to say goodbye."

"Oh," I said. "Goodbye sweetheart."

"Mom Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Do I have to kiss you?"

"No, honey, you don't have to."

"Okay. Goodbye."

With that, he was down the stairs and gone.

Oh hell, 100 words is down again. I hate when that happens. I just fall behind, and it is not easy to write 100 words every day, never mind having to catch up. And I do it....why?

Good question. I guess the idea was to develop a daily practice related to writing, build a muscle, a writing muscle. Not sure if that has happened.

Meanwhile, Facebook is becoming a bore. I have more fun at the political news sites. Facebook is like an online cocktail party.

At least the political blogs are spirited. And nobody seems to give a shit about being polite. Which I like.

People seem determined to be shallow on Facebook. Twitter is even worse. I mean, fuck sake they're not even funny.

Ready For Radio?

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Oh my God, I have been BLEEPED!

My piece "Abby & Bert" had to be revised to make it ready for radio. All the colorful language had to be replaced with more "palatable" choices.

So "For Christ's sake" became "For cryin' out loud." "Shit!" became "Ugh!" and so forth.

I find I have real feelings about this. I can see that the script will still have impact, even with the less colorful language. But there is a part of me that rebels against censorship, just on general principle. Somewhere along the line, we have to take a stand. We have to say, this is Art.

Or do we?

I'm a little disturbed by my own ambivalence. I mean, I don't want to be "precious" about every word I write either. "This is Art" could be a bunch of bullshit too.

So anyway, I changed the language, but not permanently. In the original, he says "Gourmet my ass!" not "Gourmet my eye." And I do think it makes a difference. "Gourmet my ass!" is better, damn it.

Jeez. I didn't realize Spokane listeners had such sensitive ears.

My Grandson Tre - growing up.

Tre is sleeping across the bottom of my bed. Richard is tucked in on his usual side of the bed. I'm sitting on top of the blankets with my computer in my lap and the Tonight Show on TV. Working together we got the house clean enough to have company. Luis and Sandy are coming over for Italian food tomorrow. I still need to shop for Ricotta cheese, lettuce and Italian bread. We also need some wine. and we have to have a nice pie for dessert.

So I have shopping to do, as well as several hours of cooking and preparing. I need a good night's rest tonight.

It's black of night, but the Tonight Show is still on, and I look forward to my daily dose of Leno.

The cat is laying between Richard's feet and the dog is over here next to me. We're all together. I will remember this night.

KYRS Seasoned Players Debut

Wow. Allen pulled it off. We are going on the air Sunday afternoon at 5:00 with the first broadcast of the Seasoned Players on KYRS Spokane - Thin Air Radio, 92.3 FM.

I have to pick something five minutes long to read on the air. I'm thinking I'd rather do a script than read a story or poetry. So I've asked Paul if he's willing to read "Abby and Bert" with me. Somehow, reading a script feels safer, less threatening. There's a big part of me that doesn't want to be too serious, or heaven-forbid "heavy." Especially not in our debut. Richard will read poetry for his five minute slot. Not sure what Vicki will do, but wouldn't be surprised if she also reads poetry. Not sure what Joan will do.

In addition to picking what piece to read on the air, we have to provide a bio for the host to use to introduce us, and also to engage us in conversation. I'm tempted to talk about my ministry of Reiki/Energy Healing. Talk about putting it out there!

What would that be like?