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I just woke up from a dream in which I was attending a sales meeting about selling "A million little pieces."
Dec. 23rd, 2005
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Dec. 23rd, 2005 10:40 amI am feeling so much more relaxed today and feel that I am ready to enjoy my time off in Victoria.
On Monday, I had to write a speech to be read at my father's retirement party in Saskatoon. I'm truly sorry that I missed the party as it sounds like it was a fantastic event. My goal when writing the speech was mainly to try and make my mother cry. I wanted to write something that was truly heartfelt and moving about my father, and I knew that if I did it properly, Mom would bawl.
I actually cried while writing the tribute to my father, so I was pretty sure that it was good. My mother told me that half the room was crying when a family friend read the speech. She also told me that she couldn't look at my father, as she was pretty sure that he was moved enough to cry as well.
In other family news, I sent some chocolate covered candy canes to my brother and his girlfriend. Dad didn't know that they had chocolate in them, and put them under the tree. Well, McGregor smelled the chocolate and decided that he wanted a piece of the action. He ate about 2/3 of the large cane before he was caught. He spent the rest of the day high on sugar. Mom said that he was running around like a fool and was practically bouncing off the walls. I'm glad that he's okay because Mom and Dad only found out about the chocolate after I'd told them. Mom said if she'd known she would have rushed him to the vet because chocolate can be fatal for dogs.
For the past three days, I have been copyediting The Colouring Book, which is 95 pages long. I finished the project today. This was a daunting and difficult task which required a lot of hours and concentration. I think I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. It was very hard to do, because I had to look very critically at my friends' work, and concentrate while I read pieces about racism, gender, sexuality and class. It was hard not to get emotionally disturbed by the work. I found that I had to take a lot of breaks. I'm very glad to have done this and to have been a part of it and to have had the experience of copyediting a large body at work, but I can't say that it wasn't a bit draining at times.
Yesterday I saw my name in The Georgia Straight . I'm doing a reading at the Vancouver Public Library as part of the Gung Haggis World Poetry event on January 16.
On Monday, I had to write a speech to be read at my father's retirement party in Saskatoon. I'm truly sorry that I missed the party as it sounds like it was a fantastic event. My goal when writing the speech was mainly to try and make my mother cry. I wanted to write something that was truly heartfelt and moving about my father, and I knew that if I did it properly, Mom would bawl.
I actually cried while writing the tribute to my father, so I was pretty sure that it was good. My mother told me that half the room was crying when a family friend read the speech. She also told me that she couldn't look at my father, as she was pretty sure that he was moved enough to cry as well.
In other family news, I sent some chocolate covered candy canes to my brother and his girlfriend. Dad didn't know that they had chocolate in them, and put them under the tree. Well, McGregor smelled the chocolate and decided that he wanted a piece of the action. He ate about 2/3 of the large cane before he was caught. He spent the rest of the day high on sugar. Mom said that he was running around like a fool and was practically bouncing off the walls. I'm glad that he's okay because Mom and Dad only found out about the chocolate after I'd told them. Mom said if she'd known she would have rushed him to the vet because chocolate can be fatal for dogs.
For the past three days, I have been copyediting The Colouring Book, which is 95 pages long. I finished the project today. This was a daunting and difficult task which required a lot of hours and concentration. I think I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. It was very hard to do, because I had to look very critically at my friends' work, and concentrate while I read pieces about racism, gender, sexuality and class. It was hard not to get emotionally disturbed by the work. I found that I had to take a lot of breaks. I'm very glad to have done this and to have been a part of it and to have had the experience of copyediting a large body at work, but I can't say that it wasn't a bit draining at times.
Yesterday I saw my name in The Georgia Straight . I'm doing a reading at the Vancouver Public Library as part of the Gung Haggis World Poetry event on January 16.