Happy Birthday today to my awesome father. The man who originally gave me the inspiration to write. Without his example, I wouldn’t have realized how amazing it is to create your own worlds and to put your thoughts down in words. I wouldn’t have known it was possible.
When I was a kid I always saw my father reading in his spare time. We had Fantasy & Science Fiction magazine, Popular Mechanics, and a variety of books scattered here and there. My mother would sometimes get the chance to read, she loved it too but was often too busy with the responsibilities of tending to our family. I watched my father read and knew this was a good thing. I watched my father write and I knew that this was also a good thing. I watched Doctor Who and NOVA late into the night with him and learned about science. I watched the Dark Crystal and The Last Star Fighter and learned about dreams and fiction and possibilities.
I may have been laughed at by my peers when I answered a question in class with outlandish answers, but that was because they hadn’t been taught to look beyond the now. (I still get a bit of satisfaction from the fact that we do sometimes use robots to help clear minefields now. They laughed at me then but I was right in the end.) My dad has been one of the greatest role models of my life. I wouldn’t be who I am without him.
Happy Birthday Daddy! I love you.
“Red in the morning, Sailor’s warning, Red at night, Sailor’s delight.”
This rhyme is something I heard often growing up. I can remember laying in the floor at my grandmother’s house, gazing out of the window at the darkening evening sky painted scarlet, and hearing my grandmother quote this old saying. Variations of this saying are over 2000 years old.
This morning I stepped out onto my front porch and stopped to stare. The trees in the distance were painted bright red by the birth of the sun. It hadn’t even crested the horizon yet, but the trees were bathed in it’s fire. This old rhyme came immediately to mind even though it wasn’t the sky that was coated in crimson.
Looking back, if I gave into superstition, I could call this an omen. While we did not have storms of water and wind, I have had a tempest of bad luck all day. It was a Murphy’s law type of day. Everything from failed scheduling to financial hiccups afflicted me all day.
For example, some how my house payment for last month was lost in the mail and never reached its intended destination. I some how failed to notice. Usually once it has reached the post office I put it out of my mind and don’t think about it again until the next payment is due. So it was an unpleasant shock to see that my February house payment was over due. Things like that happened all day. Stuff that I thought was all taken care of, cropped up with sudden problems that kept me running all day and the things I had planned to take care of today had road blocks jump up to impede my progress.
I didn’t manage to get any writing done on my work in progress though I had high hopes for making head way on it today. Maybe after the children go to bed I will get another chance. If not, well then tomorrow is another day…it is also my birthday. I had hoped to have the day completely off but I won’t complain at this point if I can just get a couple of uninterrupted, worry free writing hours in.