Did lots of household chores, including chopping and cooking veggies and cleaning the master bath. Later, I drove down Radio Road to the bay to be refreshed.
We, that is, the editorial staff of The Breeze, received a long, long, barely literate, utterly pointless submission from one of our neighbors about her husband's medical procedure (never identified; could have been splinter removal, for all I know) and the various bureaucratic snags leading up to it. Forms had to be completed and phone calls received, and so on and so forth--yeah, so? Doesn't everybody, especially in our age bracket, experience that kind of thing and who in the universe would be interested in reading about it? It wasn't as if they hung off a cliff in Addis Ababa, fer cryin' out loud.
The writer sometimes refers to herself as just that--"the writer," characteristic of a ponderous style that went out with granny's corset. To avoid being intelligible, she alternates that with the first person. Person? What's that? She switches back and forth, alternating "I" and "we" with "you" and does the same with past and present tense. Tense--what's that? Aagh!
To make a long story--well, still pretty long--I looked into the mess and without making it much more interesting, I'm afraid, edited and corrected as best I could. It would still hog much too much space, but maybe we can run it in sections.
I'm now anxiously awaiting being able to see granddaughter Vivian in Wind In The Willows--live from her school in Singapore. Talk about the marvels of technology. I just hope I'll be able to get it, as I keep clicking on various on the site, but it doesn't come up.
LATER: Finally was able to pull up the livestream site and, bursting with pride, saw and heard Vivian, as the ferret (well, W in the W. is all animals). She's so vivacious and so full of life! She's creative, too, and beautiful as well. She's everything I never was. Okay, she had only a few lines, but she delivered them like a pro and after all, that's how whatshername (fill in whomever) started, isn't it?
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