A long time ago, I accused my then agent of wanting me to work hard (something I've always been opposed to).
"I want you to work hard and to play hard," she replied.
The past few days would have satisfied her. I have worked hard (at least by my low standards). I was invited to submit a short story for possible inclusion in an anthology, and I spent most of Sunday and a certain amount of Monday writing and rewriting it. Since the deadline is in April, it's going to be a long time before I know if the story will be accepted, but at least my part of the job is done (or will be when I actually send it off).
As far as the playing hard goes, on Thursday I went to a New York Yankee game with Todd Strasser (the Yankees played harder than I did, and won 4-2). Saturday night I went with several friends to a concert of the New York Philharmonic at Bethel Woods (the concert was great; the fireworks that followed were equally great). Yesterday, I had lunch with a friend, who had the day off for the 4th of July extended weekend. When you throw in a family party a week ago Sunday and completing the rewrites on Blood Wounds by Tuesday (or was it Wednesday), it's been a very busy stretch for me.
Marci and I had planned on going to the movie theater in Yonkers today (with a stop at the Hideous Mall In Nyack for lunch) to see the Life As We Knew It book trailer. The Yonkers theater is the one closest to us, and we were going to overlook the fact that none of its six theaters were showing any movie we had any desire to see. But in the midst of all my social and professional obligations, I've been a little bit worried about my mother, and while I think she's okay, I don't want to be out of reach today, just in case.
If I'm desperate with desire to see the book trailer, I'll go to Yonkers by myself tomorrow (Wednesday is Marci's day to do volunteer work for the Friends Of Middletown Thrall Library, which is how we met and became friends in the first place). Thursday, assuming my mother is up to it, she and I are getting our hairs cut. She'd better be up to it, because my hair really needs cutting (my hair, like my body, doesn't get longer, just wider). By Friday, the book trailer will be gone, at least from movie theaters.
My life would be much easier if the temperature and my mother were both 85, and Yonkers were 20 miles closer!