Brigid Count: 5
July 4, 2000
5:05 p.m.
"We got a letter! We got a letter!" This was Monday. It was a message left on my voice mail at work. I hadn't heard Lisa's voice like that in ... well ... awhile. Of course, I knew exactly what she was feeling. It was a letter from Brigid at camp. I called Lisa back directly and listened as she read it to me. She's been gone a week. Earlier today Lisa mused aloud how people deal with having their kids gone for any real time--she was specifically thinking about cases of divorce where the kids split time between parents. I told her I thought this was more akin to a warm-up for a few years from now when she moves away for good. Maybe it'll be easier when she's eighteen or twenty or whatever. Yeah, sure. Anyway, it was a great letter. Too short, of course. She has bug bites. Obviously not my fault. She had to move tents after two days for some unexplained reason. Lisa has read that page, covered front to part way down the back, about seventy-five times. I've scanned it a time or two.   Been very busy the past couple days. Sorry no updates. As you may have been able to tell, I've done a bit of housekeeping on the front page. And--if you're looking for something to cure insomnia anytime soon--you might check out the journal archives. That's right ... I finally have a full collection of "Daily Persistence" on-line. Yes, I actually went back and gathered the entire journal again--all the way back to my really puny entries in 1996. It's all there. Complete with dead links and holes where graphics ought be but aren't due to directory structure changes and all. i'll fix those someday, too. Sheesh. Don't worry. I don't expect anyone to actually read them. It's just that I wanted to collect it all someplace, you know? Things feel more complete this way. I'll be doing something more to them, too. Something to note items of value than other rinky-dink entries. I've also managed to circle the wagons and get rewrites done of three stories that have been bugging me a bit. And I've pretty much completely scoped out the next installment of what I hope I'll someday call the Analog series. I had written some three thousand words, and decided I needed to know pretty much the rest of the story to make it flow. Now I know it. So, that feels better, too. Today there is no mail. Dang the founding fathers to pick a day Brigid is in camp to sign the Declaration of Independence and make the post office stop running. They could have waited, you know? It's just a couple more days. Maybe tomorrow.  Brigid Counter: 5 Days and Counting Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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