You can bet your bippy it was a sullen Tuesday with a dead car and so much to do with The Book. I stayed wtih the proto-captioning the rest of afternoon and over dinner, kept one eye and ear on Nova’s terrific program and the Mark Twain book by Ron Powers I’m reading for the third time. Front Line was its usual best until 9 when I turned to a 12 page article slated for the next American Aviation Historical Society Journal. A gentleman in Calif. and I proof these things for the able editor, and Thomas E. Lowe’s article about square tail Stearmans was so perfect I had a hard time staying awake.
The nice thing about bad writing when I’m proofing is that even if I’ve had a busy day and am a tad tired, I get so quietly incensed by lousy writing (writing doesn’t kill; people kill) I have no trouble staying awake red lining it! Lowe is a terrific writer. My few comments were e’d to the editor in time for Charlie Rose which I almost entirely swept through. Thank God I was refreshed in time for all of Nightline. I sensed the only place I could learn how the Clinton-Obama debate went would be there, and I was right. Good, though brief coverage.
I made a stab at proto captioning after that, but I was wasted by fatigue. Can’t blame booze this time. There’s been no alchol in the house for several weeks, though I wish there had. Booze is the last thing I need given the priorities around here, and I’m okay with that. As Mr. (Kenny) Rogers might have sung, “There’s be time enough for drinkin’ when the dealin’s done.”
My aviation pal came overe today and at the end of an excellent visit, jumped my dead car. Brahler at Laurel & Sixth turned me around in an hour and $38.73. A late lunch; I’m back on track . . . and I’m only eight hours into the workday. I’m stilll way behind the time line for the book and even further behind the time line for my life, but my battery is charged, and so am I.
live long . . . . .and proper.
