Structure (Day, Not Story)

"I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things." - Dorothy Parker (from a quote book I intend to use more often)

I'm currently having a conversation with Emily H about the structure of a summer day. We agree that a person feels better after a day when that day has been filled with events. I try to do plenty of varying things each day, including reading for at least an hour, the same with writing, practicing piano for a certain amount of time, etc., etc. I also like to leave the house on a daily basis to prevent cabin fever. One thing we discussed earlier was horses: I would love to live on a horse farm, but it sounds like a lot of money and work. My current thought in my ever-shifting career plan is architect; not sure if they can afford horses and their care, but taking care of the animals would keep one from "going dull."

The thing is, when one "keeps the saw sharp" one doesn't need to worry about getting back into the habit: falling out of them is easy, but getting back into them is not.

T.T.F.N.,

Lewis

Sorry!!!

I do realize I did not post last night. I also realize how late this is tonight. I have no good excuse for last night other then that I forgot until it was after midnight. Tonight I was at a friend's house filming, or rather practice-filming, for the Rot & Ruin book trailer for our library. It's fun, as it involves plenty of sword action - I love swords. But my mother doesn't trust me with a real one. Hence, I have a wooden one and a plastic one. Someday I'll have real ones (although possibly with dulled edges); I especially fancy katanas and French rapiers. Maybe I ought to take a fencing class sometime, but oh! do I have so many things to do.

This friend has a really nice piece of land complete with horses. She also has a nice selection of books. What can I say? I love observing bookcases. Her mother is a fantastic cook who made us spaghetti and garlic bread, and the dad is nice too.

In case I have not mentioned, I have ridden horseback in the past. Mind you, it's been a while, but I have. I enjoy it greatly. I might be riding again soon, at long last, at Dead Broke Farm in Raleigh -  the place I first rode at. I'd ridden in the kiddie corrals before at parties and state fairs, but Dead Broke was the first place at which I really rode. I visited the place after years in November and they had Guinea-fowl and turkeys and chickens as well as a miniature horse.

Oh, I must go and record a YouTube video now if I can. Fare thee well!

Love,

Lewis