Good Grief, and Busy Busy Busy

I just made a complete fool of myself while reading the end of the last chapter of The House at Pooh Corner. You know, the one where Christopher Robin talks in thinly veiled terms about Growing Up to Pooh and asks him obliquely to be understanding if/when he Changes? Yeah. Complete mess, that’s me.

Awesome weekend. I am so very proud of my boy for all sorts of reasons. Excellent concert, too. Don’t have time to write a full post at the moment because I’m touching up my Real Live University Lecture for tomorrow morning (what do I leave in? what do I take out? what’s important info? what tangents can I predict? how much time will this take? how am I going to mess this one up?) and there are all kinds of Eep happening. The most I’ve done in the past is lecture college students. Fortunately the teacher is very supportive and encouraging and understanding!

After I get home from the lecture I have to do the last scan of the hearthcraft MS and send it in to my editor, then throw myself into the latest (time-intensive, alas and argh) freelance assignment, which is due back Wednesday. Yikes.

3 thoughts on “Good Grief, and Busy Busy Busy

  1. Owldaughter Post author

    It wouldn’t have been so bad if this had been the first time I’d read it, but I knew what was coming. Reading it aloud to a small child is a bazillion times worse than having it read to you or reading it to yourself.

    I should test run these things by reading them aloud to the cats or something.

  2. jan

    I always cry at the end of “The House at Pooh Corner.” Heck, my eyes are blurring now just thinking about it!

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