Halloween Soup

As promised, here are the girls in full regalia.

We do the same thing every Halloween. At dusk we meet our neighbors and travel the cul-de-sac together. The older, childfree couples ooh and ahh, and give special treats to the kids, and call one another out to check the costumes. On the next block, our friends give Bacon a beer. All of us eat snacks before trick or treating that cul-de-sac. Back at our friends’ house, the party is still going on. Bacon has another beer. We talk a while before walking home. By this time, Coco’s candy bag is too heavy for her to carry, and both girls take off parts of their costumes because it’s hot in San Antonio on October 31. Cherry and Coco dump their candy sack on the table, eat all they can, and pick 20 pieces to keep for tomorrow. I buy everything that’s left for $10.00 per kid. In the end, it’s cheaper than paying the dental bill.

For dinner I make Halloween Soup.

Halloween Soup

1 small sweet pie pumpkin (Split in half, deseed, and cook in a pan, rind-side up for 1 hour in a 350° oven in an inch of water. Scoop the flesh out into a crock pot) or 2 cans pumpkin puree (not pie filling)

2 apples, peeled, cored and diced

4T butter

2 cans chicken broth

1T honey

½t cinnamon

½t nutmeg

½t kosher salt

Combine and cook all day on low in the crockpot. Before serving, blend and add 1 can fat free evaporated milk. Stir. Do not boil after adding the milk or it will break. Garnish with a lump of brown sugar, and serve with slices of crusty bread.


Insomnia

I tried to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. I reclined on my very tall bed with my very tall husband for a very tall time. An hour and a half later, I’m wide awake. After blogging everyday for a few weeks, I feel like I’ve fallen off the side of the cyber-world. Here’s the run down of what’s going on:

The girls took tests for cash this week. Bacon signed them up to tryout new school achievement tests. It was a giant hassle because they tested on two different school nights, but they were paid $30.00 each to do it. Both were thrilled to use their brains to make money. I think we’re on to something.

I bought Halloween costumes this year. Later in the week, I’ll post pictures of a very cute witch and an adorable pirate. I nixed all the princess, ballerina, butterfly, ladybug, dog, and cat suits. We’ve done them, and it was time to branch out. Cherry and Coco made excellent decisions. I have a little residual guilt over not sewing, glueing, or painting. It’s in my genes after all. When I told Bacon we had to buy, he said, ”But you’re their mother. You’ve always made their costumes.” (Wow, did he have to kiss up to live that one down?) I told him, “Yes, but their mother is writing a book, on a deadline. This is what I can do, now.” He drove to Target, and they got to pick the costumes they wanted.

I worked 30 minutes on, 15 minutes off, all day today. I finished the pages at 2:30. It’s a good way to write because I have to get up and move before I’m wiped out. At first, I had to force myself to sit in the chair for thirty minutes. By the end, the time was up, and I had to make myself get out of the chair.

I’m two days behind. That doesn’t sound like much until I say, I’m 20 pages behind. Tomorrow is going to be a hard day to write, but I’ve made notes, and I’m ready when I get the chance.


Lao Shi’s Couch

I’m writing from Lao Shi’s couch. It isn’t really a couch. It’s a futon on a stand with pillows.  It makes for awkward posture because my feet don’t quite touch the floor, and I’m leaning back too far. Lucky, the Jack Russell Terrier, is curled up next to me. The girls are having a Chinese lesson. I finished the last three of today’s ten pages here. I hope none of those Chinese words find their way into this draft. In another book it would work, but not for this one.

Stuff I’ve learned this week:

  • It takes roughly half an hour to do one page of rewrite. For 10 pages that’s 5 hours a day.
  • I’m still walking and doing morning pages. The time debt is 1 hour for those two things.
  • Rereading before I go to bed is a bad idea. There’s always something more to do to that particular arrangement of words, and when I’m tired, it’s better to leave well enough alone.
  • I’m still concerned that the whole thing isn’t long enough, and it still isn’t growing. Maybe it will in later sections.
  • I’ve managed to do 40 pages in 4 days. I’m on target so far.
  • Don’t force it. Just do the work and move on.

Thanks to everyone sending encouragement. Your emails and posts help more than you know.


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