Headgear

Now that my manuscript is in the hands of my editor, I am staying off the computer as much as I can. This means fewer blog posts. Fewer updates on Facebook. Falling behind in my e-mail. I don't think anyone will notice much, and I don't think the world will turn slower or faster because of it.

It's harder than I had expected; it had become such a habit, to constantly have the laptop open, over the last year. Even if I wasn't exactly working on my book at all times, the book was right there on the hard drive and could be worked on at any moment, even if all I was really doing was taking my turn in Lexulous.

But now the book is done, for now--at least until I hear back from the editor--and I must break myself of this habit. Sometimes I have to remind myself: If I have an e-mail message, it will still be there later. I don't have to check right now. If I don't take my turn at online Scrabble, my sister or brother or next-door-neighbor won't quit playing with me.

On Saturday, we went down to Harriet Island to the annual Irish Fair. We couldn't stay as late as we normally do, because we had to be at home by 6:30 to give Boscoe his injection. But we were there about four hours, and it was a pleasant, pleasant time.

More low-key than usual, I think because the weather was so changeable. Very Irish weather, that, going from sun to clouds to showers to sun to rain.

This meant much interesting headgear. We wore straw hats. Doug said a friend of his told him that his hat made him look like a sharecropper, but I thought he looked quite dashing.

During Solas' performance, this guy took his purchases and set them on his head, to keep dry during the sudden shower.

This isn't headgear, exactly, but I thought it was sweet, two gray-haired people sharing one umbrella with such affection.


And then, of course, those traditional dancers, with those bouncy synthetic curls. So funny!