Monday, Monday – Can't Trust That Day

And this is why I couldn't trust Monday, September 21st: the Autumn Equinox came in like a lion yesterday in Michigan – and elsewhere. Looking at these skies, I was convinced finally that I would not be wise to drive north to my dear Ontario lakeside. Looking at the weather news this Tuesday morning, I see why Michigan didn't even catch the worst of this new weather situation: Atlanta GA was under water overnight last night. Apparently the swath of hot, humid weather, heavily laden with storm-cloud, has swept up from the Gulf, without any help from a hurricane.

I'm settled in at Ann Arbor for the duration, now. When I woke yesterday morning, Claire's sub-basement rooms were so damp and dark that I was very glad to be packing up and moving out; in fact, I now wonder whether my trouble with arthritis pain last week might well have been caused by dampness there that I hadn't noticed. Now that I've moved to an air-conditioned hotel room, the pain is actually negligible! So it was high time I moved.

I'm spending the muggy (outside) day today catching up on my blog, making notes in my journal for "fodder" for the memoirs, and generally taking things pretty easy.

I've been reading through some of the later writing exercises I did before I left California (brought the notebooks along to see how they were standing the test of time) – and I have to say I think they are not too bad, as vignettes of my childhood experiences. Of course a writer who edits his own work has a fool for an editor; but it just makes me feel good to know I've gathered so many little "snapshots" to look through when I go home and begin the real task of setting it all down in deathless prose, for posterity.