Yesterday, after the corrections perusal of Thursday, I got through the Front Matter and the Preface (The Shape of Things to Come) and Chapters One (The Seven Deadly Sins of Bush-Cheney) and Two (A Twelve-Step Recovery Program For American Grand Strategy). That got me to page 72.
That was pretty good considering I spent most of the morning digging out our extensive Halloween decorations and setting that all up (pumpkins carved Thursday night after pumpkins prepped Wednesday). The big draws for us are the animatronic figures Vonne has collected: a life-sized Frankenstein (I displayed a pic of him last year); our singing, life-size pirate skeleton (who goes out front and has his picture taken about 20 times each year with kids), a six-plus-foot mummy who does not move, except his bloodshot eyes (but lights up nicely), and our big hit this year, a scary bum who lifts his head out of his neck (with bloody-like lights flashing in both directions--from the neck up and from the head down). A new one for us this year was also a severed head hung over a bucket of fake blood that had a special pump that recirculated the blood out of the bucket and back down through the severed neck stump.
We did four pumpkins--very Pirates of the Caribbean heavy. I complimented them with tons of fog from my hidden machine.
I actually had numerous young tykes run back to their parents in near tears, only to be carried back by Mom or Dad and the magic revealed by yours truly.
I really love scaring the hell out of little kids. It spices up their Halloween. You can tell, because they always go away laughing, wiping away the tears, bragging about what they saw.
Anyway, lost the evening to all that, plus the put away.
To me, Halloween is almost the perfect holiday: short, sweet and perfectly timed. Last night was perfect here, due to a return of warm weather, which brings out the bugs in one last gasp, which I hate.
This could be our last Halloween in this house. We're considering selling it and moving to a rental in order to facilitate our eventual move back east in 2010. We're sort of radical in that way.
Will have to see what the market can bear. I know it's bad, but we're in a special category because of the custom build, so we need to work with agents who are linked into executive relocation situations. Trust me, this house was built to sell.
Still, expect it to be hard, thus the willingness to stretch out the timing and not expect to pull everything off in one fell swoop. After what would be three years of living in this very cool but big house, the restlessness that naturally exists in Vonne and I triggers the need for some "campaign." Slimming down as packing stuff off in PODs would be such a campaign--a sense of progress.
I will miss this house though, even as I want to use the knowledge I got in building this one on the next one.
Today I read three and a half chapters, or 200 pages.
Yesterday I spent a ton of time making one new paragraph happen in the Preface. Much back and forth with Warren and Nyren.
Today I spent a ton of time revamping one paragraph in the middle of the book. It was just suddenly very old with the election hours away. The para ran 879 characters and spaces, so I fiddled until the changes resulted in the same 879 total.
Everything else I entered in was small stuff. Really working the nits this time.
So today I got through chapters 3 (The American Trajectory: Of Great Men and Great Powers), 4 (The Economic Realignment: Racing to the Bottom of the Pyramid), 5 (The Diplomatic Realignment: Rebranding the Team of Rivals), and halfway through 6 (The Security Realignment: Rediscovering Diplomacy, Defense, and Development).
Tomorrow I nail the final 200 pages through the endnotes, and hopefully am on the horn with Warren by 2000.
Monday is Yale, and Tuesday is West Point, so the road show beckons ....
Oh, almost forgot my funny bit: Reading the chapters today, I can't help this funny feeling that I've repeated myself disastrously in certain chunks--as in, word for word.
I actually did that when writing: using the same sequence in two chapters written weeks apart (I guess I really loved that sequence!).
Well, what had happened was this: when I did the quick scan of the book on WRT all the corrections, I covered a lot of ground. Rereading certain sections over the past two days kept giving this sinking feeling I had screwed up, but every time I tried to find the repeated section, I couldn't, and it was haunting me!
Eventually I figured out the problem: I had forgotten the corrections scan and thus was simply bumping into text I had just studied a day or two earlier.
I will definitely take that extra hour tonight. In fact, it arrives officially in 20 mins.