My aunt told me about a poetry contest so I decided to enter it a week before the deadline. I sent in the three required poems, including the one about things unseen. They are not my best work, but having poems out there is helpful in reminding me to write and submit. If they are not selected for anything I'll send them out in the summer to some reviews.

I was proud of myself last week in finding the driver for my printer and downloading it online and setting up things so that now I can print off this computer. I still have to buy myself a new computer, but at least this work one can print. It's only missing a sound card to be a perfect temporary system! Ah well.

I have some other poems being worked out slowly, and I am still thinking about that novel idea. There is a book on Amazon UK that would help me look into the novel plot, but of course thanks to the wonder that is our economy, the pound is almost 1.9 USD, so I will look for the same book here first.

I'm off to finish my work on a children's novel and eat a bit of something. Popcorn might go well with my Pepsi Holiday Spice. I never drink soda anymore, but that stuff rocks.

Currently working on a poem about the love of things unseen. I work on it, then stare at it for days, then work on it again. Also have a poem going about a science teacher. These are lighter than most I write, which may prove to be a disaster.

Keep thinking about writing that book. First things first I guess.

The poet meeting was cancelled. One member was in Puerto Rico; others couldn't do it. *sigh* We'll try again.

Lots of work to do and I'm not feeling well. All I want to do is sleep. My freaking feet are cold too. And today I was compared to a crayfish. Lovely.

Someone has her cranky pants on.

The good news seems to be that The Amazing Race is on later and I plan to stuff my face with potatoes for dinner. And if I get my work done I'll go back to the poems and see what I can do with those.

PS: My friend lost the Brad/Jen bet. Sorry A.

When I visited my good friend A in the late 1990s at her home in northern MA, we had a jolly time eating chick peas and hiking and checking out the town sites. We talked late into the night, looking through her shelves of books as she related the history of each one to me. Stuck to the wall of that library room was a sealed white envelope. There was a twinkle in her eye when she talked about it. She and a friend of hers had been hanging out at the time when Jennifer Aniston got together with Brad Pitt. They made a bet that whoever wrote down the date closest to their eventual breakup would receive from the other a lot of good beer. And I remember thinking, well, that will stay sealed forever because there's a perfect couple. HAA!!! Someone has won beer and I want to know who! So I just left a rambling screaming message on her machine because she was not home. Damn. Maybe she'll bring the envelope here when she visits next month.

On other fronts, I have beat the cold and feel good. I have some ideas for poems and I have tons of freelance work to finish, which I must get back to (an article on The Last Temptation of Christ, followed by a Kant chapter). I should have my poetry meeting this weekend, but who knows. I think tomorrow is jeans shopping since the ones I have fall off. After seeing A Very Long Engagement I would like something less intense, like White Noise perhaps. And when the heck are they annoucing the Oscar movies? That will give me a bunch I'll have to see before the show.

Until later. Send supportive thoughts Jennifer's way ...