Daily Archives: October 22, 2008


It is really so very hard to do these evaluations when the manuscripts are awful. I have to couch things in diplomatic terms and come up with suggestions of how to improve it. It takes at least twice as long on a bad one as a good one takes. Fortunately I get two or three good ones for every awful one. I told Ceri I was work-avoiding yesterday, and she said, “So I take it This manuscript doesn’t need an editor, it needs a paper shredder is right out as a commentary?” That’s kind of where things are at right now.

I have finished the basic review; now I have to go through it and make sure my formatting is correct and I’ve said nice things before I say mean things. Diplomatically. Ugh.

To give myself breaks from it throughout the day, I have baked maple walnut muffins (note to self: when you make them half the size, reduce baking time accordingly, you idiot) (but it’s all right, Liam won’t care if they’re a bit crunchy; he’s a sweetheart that way), I have done laundry, I have eaten lunch. Now to the final step of polishing the review and sending it off. It has to be out of my hands by the end of the work day or I will go mad.

Ye gods, orchestra tonight. I should kill this headache that is spawning in my lower skull in plenty of time.

Memo To The Weather Gods

Hi, it’s me. You probably know me as the wife of that guy who works with you sometimes. He’s fine, thanks. I’m actually writing to address a certain anomaly many people in the area witnessed this morning.

Said anomaly was white, small, fleck-like, and swirling around in the air, and is usually referred to as “snow.”

Now, I know we live in a place that has freaky weather. Eastern Canada is cool that way. However, I think this particular anomaly was a wee bit too much for most of us today. After all, on our street the trees all still have their leaves, and most are still green.

I suspect there is a motivating factor in this case, and that motivating factor’s name would be Liam. Yes, you might remember him from that little debacle last summer where he stood on a chair on the back deck, leaned forward into the storm, spread his arms and cried, “Thunder and lightning! Come play with Liam!” Well, for the past week he’s been saying eagerly, “Maybe snow will fall from those clouds!”

Weather Gods, I completely understand how adorable and persuasive he can be. I get it. But handing him snow just because he keeps asking? That’s a certain road to spoiling the child. Next thing we know it will be early July and plus thirty degrees and you’ll be handing out the snow because you no longer know how to say no to him. We just can’t have that.

The way to avoid certain disaster is to gently but firmly refuse his pleas and leading statements. Trust me, this will make your relationship with him far more rewarding in the long run.

I’m glad we’ve had the opportunity to chat about this. Just so we’re clear: no more early snow just because Liam’s asking for it. Pretty and/or decorative snow after the first of November is more acceptable, but really, the serious stuff doesn’t have to happen till December.



P.S.: Really enjoyed the sun this fall. Nice work.