I have some semi-positive news to report on the Lithium front. My hands aren’t stable, and there is still a bit of a tremor, but the worst part seems to be that my hands and arms are thrumming, rather than actually, noticeably shaking. Steph put her hand on my forearm and said she could feel it.
We went to the Harry Potter party at the Kroger on S. Sycamore St. last night, and I’m glad that we went to that one, and not to the ones at Barnes & Noble or Borders. There were maybe 20 people there, and we were the second people there, after a couple who had been waiting for about an hour (we got there a little after 10). Two managers set up a plastic fountain-like apparatus for punch and sherbet, but never got it completely assembled. There was free chocolate and snacks, and at exactly midnight, cartons of books came out. (They also had door prizes; Susie drew the first ticket, and won a quill and ink bottle set.) I forget how many cartons Kroger ordered, but they were rapidly disappearing.
I didn’t understand why there was so much suspense about the ending of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The book became available at midnight local time all over the world, so I was wondering what was stopping folks from getting on the ‘Net and sending the ending to the areas where it hadn’t been released. I’m sure all the printers and typesetters had been sworn to secrecy–although there may have been another plan there. Here’s what I would have done. (I am like Gore Vidal: There is no earthly problem that cannot be solved if everyone would simply do as I advise.)
J.K. Rowling should have written several alternate endings and given them to the production people. It would be just like 1980, when Dallas villain J.R. Ewing was shot, and all summer people were wondering who his assailant had been. (The wait was delayed even longer by a strike in Hollywood.) Lorimar Productions filmed alternate endings, each with a possible suspect pulling the trigger, so that not even the actors–including Larry Hagman, who played J.R.–knew who the shooter was until the rest of the country did.
I actually bought an Ohio State-Florida Gators shirt at Barnes and Noble last night, for $5.99 on the clearance table. It was for the Tostitos Bowl in Arizona last winter. (Ohio State lost, so that is why the shirt was so cheap.) During dinner at the Happy Greek, I spilled some sauce on the shirt. I didn’t want to walk around the rest of the night looking like I used my shirt as a bib, so I bought the shirt and changed into it in the men’s room.)
Susie has a new cell phone! (Rather, she has my old Revol phone. Steph bought me a new one, and while it was a pain in the ass for the Revol people, I get to keep the same number, and my phone book was transferred to the new phone.) I’m still learning the layout of my new phone, so I’ve disconnected a few calls, sent some half-finished text messages, etc. Give me a week, I’ll be able to do it in my sleep.
I took the night off from writing last night, since I wasn’t home until after 1 a.m. I began writing a play earlier this week, and I’ve been at the typewriter managing 3-4 pages per night. (The last play I wrote was a Nativity play for grade-school kids when I was about 10. I played Joseph, which meant I got to be onstage in a bathrobe and a fake beard. I have a different bathrobe, and my beard is real now.) I gave my Smith-Corona Galaxie XII last night off, but I’ll be back in the saddle tonight. (Louis L’Amour’s young daughter once came into to his study while he was busy at his electric typewriter, and she asked, “Daddy, why are you typing so fast?”, and he replied, “Because I want to see how this ends.” That’s kind of where I am.)