Tuesday, October 6, 2009


Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cool

This is what the bastards have done to our courtyard — cut down all but 3 of the beautiful, old trees, and those will probably come down today. The City stands by and says they can’t do anything — which is bullshit — you can ALWAYS come up with something, if you really give a damn.

It causes me physical pain as well as emotional. I can’t really describe it, but I can feel every cut.

May those who ordered it and yes, those who carried it out — get their karmic retribution sooner rather than later, and may I be allowed to witness it.

Because I’m sick and tired of cowards who hide behind “it’s my job”. If you do something you know is wrong because “it’s your job” — it’s still wrong and you’re as culpable, if not more culpable, than someone who made the choice. Someone who makes a choice is taking action — someone who hides behind the job is a coward.

Believe me, I am not done with these scum yet. I may not have been able to save these particular trees, but I can work to change legislation to prevent these scum from doing this in the future. I would prefer to simply chop them to pieces with a machete, but that is not a sane viable long term solution, so I’ll refrain.

In other words, yesterday was an awful day, and I didn’t get much done on the job front.

I managed to proof the essay and get it to my editor first thing (before the chaos started). I rewrote the story for the other editor — I’m not happy with the requested cuts. The cuts took out the details that made it unique and, to me, the story now reads as though I’m “talking down” to the age group. Part of me almost hopes it doesn’t make the next round of readings, so that I can restore it to what it was (although, the editor was correct and the last line had to be better — so I put what I think is a humorous twist in it — and then re-submit elsewhere. We’ll see. If it’s accepted and published as it, I’ll learn about the publishing side for that young age group — even if I think they’re underestimating the actual readers.

I submitted two other stories yesterday, too, so, fingers crossed. But I couldn’t get any writing done, because I was too upset. I will find a way to shape the rage into a viable piece of writing, but it’s too soon, too raw.

I also received my honorable withdrawal card from the union, which was kind of jolting.

November is filling up with work — good thing I’m sticking to my commitment to skip Nano this year. I’m also determined to hold my dates for my trip to DC. Three days of libraries and museums will set things to rights in many ways, plus I’ll have meetings with both politicians who represent me and activists and writers I’ve gotten to know via Twitter and other writing. I’m going to pack a lot into three days!

On another weird twist in the story of my life, by accident I found a photo of a guy standing with the Stanley Cup who may well be related to me. I had to join Facebook in order to send him a message (don’t worry, folks, no page is going up, and I may well cancel my account soon). I did a little research — he seems to play — and win — in billiard tournaments — my kind of guy. And obviously likes hockey. We’re close in age, so he can’t be a half-brother, but maybe he’s a second or third cousin. The family name — especially that spelling — is very rare.

Delving further, I found another possible ancestor who was a founder in a small town on the Polish-Czech border — he was the town’s butcher, co-owned the inn, and owned a shop — a busy guy — in a town with a population of 483 back in the mid-1800s.

Someone with one letter missing in the last name originated in Russia and emigrated through Ellis Island, and has records in St. Louis. So I’ve contacted the special collection there to see if I can get copies of the records.

This is all on my father’s side of the family, and I know very little about them. My father’s elder brother was a well-known artist in Europe, who died a few years ago. his younger brother is an etcher and art printer. Supposedly, the younger brother has all the family records, but has ignored repeated requests for copies of the information, even though I offered to pay all copying and mailing costs. I’ve only ever met them once or twice, soon after my father died, back in the 1970s.

Ancestry.com was no help. They want me to sing up for a free 14-day trial and then do a monthly payment — bur since they won’t let me see the few records they have, I have no reason to believe their information is useful. I may be better off hunting stuff down on my own. Quite frankly, the information I’ve gotten through the site run by the Mormons has proven much more complete and accurate.

I’ve gotten a good portion of information from my mother’s side of the family, thanks to a project she and her dad did together when she was a kid. I’m kind of stalled there — time being a factor as much as anything else.

Eventually, I’ll need to spend a few months putting stuff together and then plan a trip to Europe that is specifically geared towards genealogical research.

On today’s agenda — trying to catch up on what I didn’t get done yesterday, work on some environmental legislation, and, hopefully, get some writing done.

I helped a friend hone an ad yesterday — he’s certainly had my back enough times in life, so I was happy to do something as simple as proofread and comment on some copy.

Let’s hope today is better, and Gaia starts pushing back against these scum.



  1. Did you try familysearch.org? How cool!!

    I am sick about the trees. SICK. I am so sorry.

    Hang in there!

  2. Those bastards have no soul. They can’t. What rotten, scummy tricks to rid themselves of paying tenants. Anything to get a higher rent, eh? They’ll rot in hell. There’s a special section assigned for their type, I’m hoping.

    Ancestry.com’s paid membership is VERY worth it. Mind you, you could get the same info by digging deep, but it could take much longer. Try this – try finding someone with an existing account who won’t mind you peeking over their shoulder to see if it’s worth it. I’d hate to advise you to buy it if it’s not going to be useful to you. It was for me, but my records may have been easier to find.

    • If the bulk of records were US records, I’d hop on in a minute. But, since most of the relevant files are European, I think I have better luck dealing directly with the regional collections.

  3. I can understand the pain you felt when the trees were removed. I truly believe plants have souls and those trees were old enough to have witnessed so much….. I wish for retribution for those who were involved in the removal of those poor trees.
    HUGS on your day.
    I’ve toyed with doing familial research, but have no one to ask in the family about such things. Good luck with your search!

  4. What was the purpose of getting rid of those trees? To stare at a barren landscape? So very sad.

    Good luck on the ancestry research. That sounds like fun! My mother has been working on our family tree for years. 🙂

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