Therapeutic Rambling

This is an attempt to make sense of my life and order of my cluttered mind. It is also intended to be a journal of no particular interest to anyone, a record of events and non-events that occur in my life.

Friday, November 05, 2004

Forever

Jack says to me the other night:

"Hey, mom, who will be my mommy when I grow up?"

"I will," I said. "I will always be your mommy."

"What about my dad?" he asks. "Who will be my dad when I grow up?"

"Daddy will." I replied.

"Wow. Forever?" he said.

"Yep, little buddy," I said. "Daddy will always be your dad and I will always be your mom."

What a gift.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Quitting

I am seriously considering dropping out of the NaNoWriMo challenge, and yes, I know, it is November 3rd. I suck. There are several reasons.

1. I am discovering that I don't like the feeling of knowing people are reading something that I haven't edited, or worked to death.

2. I would rather present a finished piece for your perusal. Better yet, I would rather no one ever read my fiction, until I am dead, when scholars can pore over it and dig for sex and death imagery until the cows come home, and Christie's can auction off my hard drive for millions of dollars (reach for the sky), so my great-grandchildren never need to worry about how they will pay for their education.

3. I need to write 1700 words a day to make it and I am not really finding I want to spend that much time in front of my computer. I am preferring to spend it, say, with my children, or, occasionally, cutting my toenails.

4. This particular piece of writing is a plotless pile of crap.


I may not post to the Ten Minutes blog for a while... I think I'll still plug away at it but I don't really like how this one is turning out. Maybe I'll abort and find a new plot.

Sorry to my dedicated fans. I will keep up this blog, though. Hey, two posts in one night. Maybe I don't suck that bad. Shows you what I'd rather be doing.

Arena


My family at Centre Ice of the Winnipeg Arena, less than a week before its doors close for good.

Tonight was shaping up to be a rough night. First, it was raining when I came out of work. Then, I got on the wrong bus and it took me about 2 miles past where I wanted to get off. Then, when I finally got off and ran across the street to get the next bus back, I looked out the window and saw T and the kids in the car next to the bus I was on. When I finally got off the bus and started walking to my brother-in-law's house, I fell in a puddle and got my ass wet and my hands scraped.

But then, we went to the arena. The old Winnipeg Arena, soon to be replaced by The Phone Booth, the MTS Centre, a state-of-the-art downtown arena. Our neighbour works for the company that ran the old arena and he rented the ice for an hour and invited all the neighbours with hockey-playing kids to come.

This arena was home the the Winnipeg Jets, and hosted all the NHL teams. Wayne Gretzky played there many times. We saw the World Junior gold medal game in 1999. Canada lost to Russia. We saw NHL playoff games there when every fan in the building would wear white and scream until they were hoarse. I don't think it helped the Jets, but it was fun and we got a reputation for being the loudest building in the NHL.

Tonight, we got to use the dressing room and we spent an hour on the rink, skating, scrimmaging, falling down, having fun. I don't own skates, so I stood in the penalty box (think of all who have passed minutes in there!)and took pictures until I traded my shoes for M's skates and I wobbled around the rink for a few minutes. I even joined in a bit of a game, and took a few passes.

The kids were excited. Jack skated like a four-year-old bolt of lightning. He took shots on a real grown-up goalie (who also turned out to be a firefighter in real life, how cool is that?) and, as he put it, put two shots "through the five hole". Aimee is getting pretty fast, and she skated rings around me. Once she came skating up and tagged me. "You're it," she said and skated off. I had no hope.

After the game, they ordered in hotdogs and chips and drinks. Jack warned us on the way to the car that he might fall asleep on the way home. He was asleep in about five minutes.

It was a lot of fun and it made me nostalgic for all the good times I had in that building. It will be demolished soon, to make room for more big box outlets. I am a little melancholy for it. I probably went on more dates in that building than any movie theatre in the city. Tonight was good, active, family fun. The whole evening cost us $20, our share of the ice rental. Cheap at twice the price. Now, my kids have memories of it too.

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Apologies

Sorry, that "chapter" was short and ended abruptly, but I am tired and my brain is not producing any more words. I promise I will pick up there tomorrow.

And so far I am a good 1000 words behind the pace for 50,000 in a month.

But hey, I'm churning out dreck, so what the hell.

Procrastination

I just wanted to qualify my attempt at writing a very long piece of prose... it will be considered a rough draft, with emphasis on the rough... and I will not edit it as I go along. Each day's writing will stand alone until the end of the month when I may or may not pull together the thematic concepts and make it cohesive and sensical.

Just a little warning.

I am writing now.