Finished building out the park and also at work on importing every slide my father took for my parents. Found one of me at around 1 year of age. These are torture. Look at my big diaper butt. In the sixties we didn’t have slim huggies or pampers but diapers that made us look like we eat too much grits and come from the south where cholesterol is a way of life or something. Fortunately this picture cuts off just at the right spot. I wonder where my moms Sewing machine ended up? I think they finally got rid of that desk chair.
So finished the park and ran it and it did quite well. First park of mine to break 1000 peeps in it. We are going out for dinner to celebrate friends, could be 32nd anniversary in a bit so today wrote 2200+ words, bringing the Space chapter to nears its conclusion. Then did some calculation. Where I am in my plotting of the story, and the other chapters I wanted to have, should be about 2/3rds done. So should have 60,000 words. But not even 40K. Must go and at some more of the subplots that I have put off. Like the love story. Should have some longing with the super seven and the head honchos.
Also the engineering of the task, the science in the science fiction besides the politics and the military activity. The suspense is there, but the other parameters are too light.