The cold is easing, both in my body and outside. What a difference a few degrees can make. I’m grateful to be off light on this one; the ‘flu this year is a bad one. I already had it, so I’m probably covered, but I was still fearful. I know a lot of people who’ve been down for weeks. The garden seems to have soldiered through pretty well through its own cold spell- I’ll be cutting the bougainvillea back and the honeysuckles have lost quite a few leaves, but it seems that all of the new plantings from this summer have settled in and can shrug off a normal hard freeze.
I still have a whole drawer of citrus in my refrigerator, but I don’t think they are going to make it another month to entertain my next wave of guests. Maybe Jeannette will bring us some Meyer lemons from San Diego.
I’ve been reading through everyone’s semi-final edits (I say semi-final because we are still going to have press proofs to check) and am amazed again at the depth and keen eye of my Edit Team. Each of them sees different things, comes from different places re beading (some are pros, some have never put needle to thread) and I feel confident now that our Basics section can in fact teach beginners and that our deepest technical sections are correctly drawn and explained. I feel really relaxed about it. In these last few days before our plates are cut, I’m reading, re-reading, and suffering over the cover.
I’ve gone through all of the books in my house (which is a lot of books) looking at the covers, and honestly, with the exception of my architecture books (which almost all have kickass covers) they mostly suck. I’m hoping that things magically click for me this weekend. I won’t bore you with the details of my hopes and dreams for it.
One of the things that is carrying me along with excitement in these last weeks of frantic proofing and such is the thought of Volume II, which will not have to “teach” anything. It is simply going to be an incredible extension of the ideas packed into CGB, an exploration, a reaching into space, interior and exterior. One of the things that has been hard for me in this past six months of writing and proofing is that I myself have not had the time to take our ideas and fly with them; instead, I worked on presenting them. Others have taken flight; I wait my turn.
I haven’t made anything in months aside from book pages, and my hands are twitching.
And I really, really want my car back. It’s been over a week since I dropped it off. It’s almost to 100,000 original miles (which is rather stunningly low for a car built in 1989) and so it was time for a deep service. New radiator, new coolant hoses (it turns out a swollen hose and a slightly leaky radiator were the reasons my clean little car failed emissions) and new spark plug wires (fucking packrats ATE THEM) new oil filter, new thermostat…
The silly thing is that even with all of that wrong, the little car still drove like a fever dream, smooth, swift, strong. If it hadn’t failed emissions, I wouldn’t have known anything was up.
photo of me on my car by Robin Douglas, Jan 2012