Day 284

October 11, 2021

Trying to write a grant

Brain fog is the new syndrome of my age.  I cannot believe how real it is.  I have spent most of my life with a very fluid brain, sometimes, too fluid.  I have been able to think my way in and out of things in spite of being a highly emotional human.   But recently my brain has not been fluid, it's like a rusty gear shift on a 10 speed bicycle.  It just stops in mid thought, returns to the beginning and tries to plow through again.  This is not an easy way to write a grant.

I want to take the 24 interviews with moms who gave their babies to adoption and turn the interviews into a script for the stage. I would get some training in Ethnographic Theater and be a part of a play writing circle. I want to give real voice to these stories; the voices of the mothers.

When I tried to write the stories I felt that they lost their power when they were translated into my voice.  This genre would lend to maintaining the voices of the mothers.  

I was not successful today.  Tomorrow I will seek help with writing the grant.

I went for a long ride to try to clean my brain out, defog it.  It was almost 70 and cloudy and the rivers were filled with Canada geese.  I saw some swans in the Connecticut and some wood ducks at the rookery.  

There are many mushrooms out there and there were plenty of mosquitoes at sunset which surprised me.

Terry let me take his picture tonight, a rare event.  We watched the sunset and it didn't really amount to anything in the graveyard.  Once I left it though and got out onto the road the sky was striped and the moon was beautiful.  That's what ya have to learn about sunsets, you can't just stay in one place.