It's the Intermission
A Creative Coffee Break

The photo is of the Carolina Chickadee nesting in our backyard. I’m not sure which it is, the female or the male. We hope they’ve got their clutch full by now, and are looking forward to seeing how the babies will thrive.

This morning, we chased balloons from the Kentucky Expo to the Water Tower. From there, we watched them fly over the river and land in Indiana. A gorgeous morning for the Great Balloon Rush-Hour Race. Balloons are a happy thing. Last September, we chased balloons from Bowman Field to some unsuspecting neighborhood way on the other side of town. This is a photo from that chase:

Saturday night, my Powerbook started freezing up. That lasted until yesterday, when I found the apparent cause and corrected it. (A loose Airport Extreme card.) It was more of an opportunity to obsess about something else than it being a panic problem. Because I have redundant backup systems, I wasn’t
worried about losing any files.

The niggling thought was that the PB failure was timely. I had promised my compadre, MBH, I would get him a copy of my
play by the 25th (uh, that’s today, as I write this entry). I need to get this off my plate, and give some attention to a joint project we are working on. As long as
the PB didn’t work properly, I could obsess about fixing it, and hold
on to the play. Reluctance to let go, and all that.

Still, it’s good to rest the writing mind, and focus on unrelated things. In those moments, inspiration bubbles forth, and new lines of dialog or action are created.

So, back to it. The day is early still.