Monday, April 01, 2002
Most of the day was spent reading back over chapters 1-3 of Low Red Moon, making a few revisions and refamiliarizing myself with the details, before I begin Chapter 4.
After a very rainy night, and a drizzly day, the sun came out late this afternoon and Jennifer and I took a long walk, about a mile, around one of the older Birmingham neighborhoods, near Rhodes Park. Wonderful old Victorian houses, most of which have either been restored from the neglect inflicted upon them during the '70s, or were never allowed to get run down. The dogwoods are blooming. The trees are getting leafy. It's at this point in the year that I always marvel that I've somehow survived another winter. We stopped and talked to a small herd of very friendly cats in front of one of the old houses. Three marmalade brothers and their tabby mother. There was a brief unpleasantness with a large yellow dog that came bounding across its yard, barking like an idiot, and lunged partway through its somewhat delapidated fence. I grabbed a big stick, but fortunately it had lodged itself firmly between two slats and seemed to be stuck there. We kept walking. I assume it freed itself eventually. Heading back to the park, I looked up and the sky had gone the most marvelous shades of purple and blue and pink, with strokes of yellowwhite, a Maxfield Parrish sky, a matte-painting sky.
I have all the entries for the contest contest and I'll announce the winner later today. Then we can get on to the real contest . . .
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