I haven't done the questions at the back of Ch. 5 yet. Hope to do that shortly.
Today at church I was reminded that I said I would take part in an evening or two dedicated to talking about how spirituality informs writing, and vice versa. This will happen early January, and I'll have gotten through Artist's Way sometime in December, so it should be a help in finding things to talk about.
So, did I do an artist date? Maybe church. My heart was still bugging me this morning, and also during the night when I checked DS's blood sugar, which was just under 250, so I didn't make him give himself a shot. I had trouble getting back to sleep, worrying about not covering this high with a unit of insulin, although
the latest specialist said that the "sliding scale," which tells how much more insulin is needed to cover for carbs eaten, if any, makes it such that I only have him give himself an injection if over 250. Well, 247 is close, so I stewed. Fortunately in the morning he was down to 110 or so. But, I was still feeling twittery in the nerves and heart, and was really questioning whether I should be driving to church, which is 20+ minutes away.
I went anyway, as it was our "tribe" day, which means we are responsible for coffee hour food, readings, collection baskets, oblations, etc. It was well worth it, as I began to feel better just driving in the sun to church, and when I got there there was choral group from another nearby church singing with our group. Especially during the bread and wine it was nice to sit and absorb all these beautiful voices, either with eyes closed, or open enough to take in the variety of faces belonging to the voices.
Afterwards DS and I drove around, looking for pumpkins. When we got home, he took the design logo for Transformers, and carved that onto his pumpkin. (Quite intricate--I'm hoping it lasts until Halloween!) All day I meant to write, but as always, I've pushed it off until now. It's tempting to go to bed early, and get up early--for once!--and write then, when I'm supposed to!
I listened again to Garrison Keillor's monologue, which was a variation on the "Tomato Butt" theme, one he told years ago about landing a particularly good and watery splat, square on his sister's posterior. I think this one was even better. I can't wait to find the podcast in my iTunes library. One of my favorite things is to listen to stories, and listening to Keillor is especially nice. Of course, the Vinyl Cafe with Stuart McLean, is good, too, and McLean admittedly tells a good yarn, but Prairie Home Companion will always hold a special place in my heart.
So, I'm going up now to write in the leather journal. Check-in tomorrow, and a new week to start on!