Thought the first: It's funny--after the post about the gun, I've heard from two people who said, "Did you call the police and report the gun anonymously?"
Now, I'd like to say, "I thought of that, but since I looked at the kid and there aren't a lot of people my size/shape/coloring wandering the neighborhood, it wouldn't be as anonymous as I'd like to think," but I can't.
Truth is, it didn't occur to me. That could be because I was twenty minutes from home when the whole thing occurred. It could be because I don't carry a cell phone with me. It could be a couple of things, but I think what it came down to was almost as disturbing as the gun itself.
Truth is... the truth REALLY is, that when I talk about the bone-deep distrust I have for authority, I am not kidding. I used to think I exaggerated. I don't believe that anymore. The idea of calling the cops didn't hit me until someone brought it up to me nearly 24 hours after the whole thing happened. I guess all my hype is true--I really don't trust people in power. That includes administration, policemen, government, and all big corporations. This could be a bad thing or a good thing, depending on your point of view, but I don't know if it's a CHANGEABLE thing, if you get my drift. Who knew?
Thought the second: Ten days left of school. Can I get a woot? A whoop? A holler? Don't worry--you'll hear them all from me, June 12th. I'm ready!
Thought the third: Mate and I will have been married for 20 years on June 17th. Today, we took the kids to see UP. For those of you who have seen it, or who are going to see it, if you've been married for any length of time at all, the first 10 minutes will break your heart. Don't believe me? Mate's eyes were pretty damned bright after the first 10 minutes, and I was sobbing like a kid. Must say, I thought the movie was wonderful--even with the beginning.
Thought the fourth: I got taken to dinner last night by a nice person who read my books and got in touch and then we met at a signing--and then we went and saw Star Trek. I've got to say, she's a fun person to see a movie with--she laughs loudly, claps enthusiastically, and gets the jokes you whisper in the middle of the movie. She also doesn't mind sitting on the end so I can take my pee break in the middle. (Every movie. It's a fact.) I like her--I'm gonna keep seeing movies with her. Wheeee!!! I've got a friend! (But next time, darling, dinner's on me!)
Thought the fifth: I'm in the difficult phase of the book. The, "I'm never going to finish it, and even though I know how it ends, I don't know if I can go on" phase. I know I'll go on--so far, I'm five in five--and I like the way this puppy ends... but sometimes writing's harder than just typing shit up, you know?
Thought the sixth: My family is watching MTV movie awards. They're pretty damned funny--just sayin'.
Thought the seventh: Spaznado boy just handed me a sad picture of himself. After he didn't share his toys and played too hard with his little sister, she decided he wasn't enough fun to play with. Go figure!
Thought the eighth: Pushing Daisies was on last night-- one of the last three unaired episodes. I really loved that show... (not as much as, say, you know, that one with the veal, but I loved it...) so I'm glad Chicken taped it last night to watch... which I'm going to do... right now!