The Writings of Mary Lewys

I’ve gone and done it.  I have signed up for the Creative Writing Institute at FIT.  I am very excited even though I couldn’t sign up for a class I wanted due to having to earn a paycheck.  I did sign up for the one class I really wanted and will take two days off.  Vince Courtney gave me the heads up and I signed up for his class.  Stop laughing. I can too write for teens and young adults.  Just consider me the literary version of Phoebe from friends when she played her songs to those kids.

Also, I requested a peer for my son at college. The boy expressed that he didn’t feel as if he was adjusting to college life as fast as he should, so I contacted the administrator who handles student affairs.  She has contacted his counselor to make sure he receives the helps he needs with class as well as his Resident Assistant to encourage him to participate in outings and make sure he knows how to get around Portland.  Also, an upper classman will check on him and his progress to help him adjust to class, homework, and fun scheduling.

I am worried of how he’ll react.  Yesterday and today are his heavy class days, so I haven’t been able to contact him about it.

Holiday weekend!  Movies!  Shut up – I will be seeing Sex and the City 2 with my family, but treating hubby to The Prince of Persia.  Maybe, I can have some squishy baby love after, if I’m very, very good.

I may do some clean-up work around here soon.  It’s sat dormant too long.  I like this space.  I like what I have done in the past, but I feel the need to do something new.

I am looking forward to the holiday weekend.

I wished this worked with LJ as well.  I’ll have to see what can be done.  I bet it works with Tumblr too.

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Yesterday afternoon, my niece sent me an e-mail outlining her youngest’s, Lucifer, dance recital. She gave dates and times, along with cost for tickets: $14. Lucifer is three years old.

I was gobsmacked. What do I do? I do what I do when gobsmacked: I text to my two best buds, Lolly and Linda. “Am I bad aunt because I don’t want to pay $14 for my niece’s recital? And I remember recitals used to be free.”

Linda text back. “Call me.”

I did. Before I revved up into full rant mode, she agreed that the ticket cost for the recital was outrageous.

And she told me she was in the back of a police car.

Silence. My mind went blank.

My brain started processing from where I can pull bail money.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t under arrest. Her son’s bike was stole. The nice police officers (said in Nicholas Angel’s voice) were giving them a ride home.

So, if you would like to donate towards a bike or future bail money, please contact Linda.