Still frozen in the same place on the writing project--convinced that I'll be satisfied if I work on it for just another 24 hours. Perhaps it's time to send it off to the editor and let them tell me what I need to fix? Perhaps it needs to live in someone else's brain for a while.
In the afternoon, I took myself off to HS's annual garden party, which, as always, was a treat. An unexpected treat was the live jazz band that set up in the dining room and was absolutely fantastic.
The last time H.S. had their garden party was in the year before the pandemic... it was impossible not to reflect on how much has changed since the last time and simultaneously feel that familiar sense of return about so much else.
I feel so replete with flowers, friends, music... and food. So full of food: The whole afternoon repast at HS's, then dumplings and stir-fry at home, and then a second dinner as Nu wanted a pizza snack but only if I would share it with them.
Pic: A partial view of HS's beautiful garden. Someday I will have a beautiful garden too and deer won't eat it.
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You must be familiar with the academic's favorite motto of "don't let perfect be the enemy of the good," right? Just send it in! Be done with it!
This is the best advice, NGS!!
Nice garden.
Send it in! I want to e able to have a band in my dining room someday-- I will never be this kind of grown up.
In re: "Don't let perfect be the enemy of the god." -- I used to say that to my son all the time when he'd get stuck on school work.
Thanks for the added push, Sarah and StephLove... tomorrow for sure!
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