My essay was chosen for the anthology! An actual book! It will be published this winter by Serving House Press and is called Winter Tales: Women Write About Aging. I am overly thrilled and of course at the same time terrified that I will be exposed and what?
Laughed at? Things don't usually work out the way I fear they will. Everyone I told about it was thrilled for me and said nice things that somehow I heard as if they had never been said before. Maybe this will help me work on my confidence level. This will be my first real publication, so I won't be able to keep myself in the "unappreciated and unseen" box I like to put myself in.
Self-sabotage, the easiest fall-back position. Self promotion seems so easy, but brings all the fears of overdoing it, or sounding obsessive. Dither dither lalala. Quit it.
My son and his partner Kat have been here for a few days working on various projects. We extended the sidewalk project around the corner, which really needed to happen. They worked together famously. It was good to hear them trade ideas and ask for confirmation, negotiate for agreement. I doubt I taught him much of that, but they are good at it. I'm proud of them.
Got a picture with John's dad, Mike, who took them out for sushi. He will be mov
ing to Ecuador soon and that will be weird. I'm used to seeing him about once a week or so and asking him about technical issues. He will be building a health services resort there so stay tuned. You might need a hip replacement or something someday. I'm waiting for them to build the bathrooms before I go.
They're off to Crater Lake today and I won't see them for another month, so I'll get in some last conversations now. Talk to ya later.
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