Thursday, December 9, 2010

Thursday, December 9, 2010
Waxing Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Sunny and c-c-c-cold!

According to the morning news, it’s snowing in Provincetown this morning.

Got some work done yesterday morning (writing) and some unpacking. I keep trying o unpack the office, but none of the boxes are going away. I still need to spend some time on the bedroom, but I can’t paint the bureau (which will be gloss black) or the two bookcases for the back bedroom (colonial red) with the very cold temperatures and the chance of snow. I should be able to do a little unpacking and rearranging in my room,though.

Kind of gave myself the afternoon off. I started to feel like I was coming down with a cold or something, so, instead of pushing until I was miserable, I just eased up.

We went to the pharmacy to sort out my mom’s prescriptions. The doctor’s office in NY, of course, screwed up, because that is what they do. The fact that they had everything IN WRITING weeks before the move, in addition to several phone conversations? They ignored all of it. But, between the former pharmacy and the new one (they are so nice, both of them), everything’s sorted out and the pills will be ready for pick-up today. The doctor’s office may be incompetent, and the insurance company is composed of dickheads, but at least the pharmacy is committed to getting things sorted out and making sure my mom doesn’t run out of pills in the interim. And they gave her advice on finding a new doctor in the area.

Managed to sock away almost all of the stocking stuffers, too, which was fun.

Most of the afternoon was spent at the car repair place. I didn’t really care — I brought a book and just sat there and read. What got my BS detector alarm bells going off was that I was close enough to overhear the conversations with people who’d left their cars there for servicing, and every single one “needed” a major repair. I find it hard to believe that no one takes care of their cars via regular service visits and that so many cars are in such bad shape. This brand of car doesn’t fall apart like that, and for call after call to go, “Well, I know you brought it in for X, but we found Y, Z, and more wrong, and it’ll be an extra $1600”– warning bells. It happened too often for me to buy it.

I’d told them EXACTLY what I wanted done and what I wanted checked, very polite, and they did as I asked, and the total came to about 1/10th of what they were finding wrong with everyone else’s cars. They started in on something and I (very politely but coolly) shut them off.

I will be looking for a different service place very soon. I have the 40K checkup coming up, much faster than usual because of all the driving during the move, and I don’t trust them there. I may have to go off-Cape for it, but I just got a Very Bad Feeling there.

The car was delighted to get out of there, you could feel it. And they may have checked the brakes, but they didn’t tighten them like I asked.

We were totally spoiled at Riverbank in Stamford. They were tiny, friendly, and committed to doing right by their customers. They knew customers had many choices in the area, and if they weren’t on their game, they’d lose business.

It was dark when I got back, so I put on the trees, we had some eggnog by the fire, and I heated up some leftovers for dinner. The cats ran around and played, we watched some TV, and I read. I’m reading Norris Church Mailer’s memoir A TICKET TO THE CIRCUS. Our paths had crossed slightly a few times in the 80’s and 90’s. It’s always interesting to read a memoir about a time you’ve lived through and see the various perspectives of the same event. It’s quite well written and very interesting. I admire Norman Mailer’s writing style and the scope of his work, while not really enjoying a lot of the content, and I’m grateful for all he did to put PEN on the map. The few brief encounters I had with him weren’t particularly enjoyable (I bear my part of the responsibility for that), but you’ve got to admire his work ethic and commitment to the page, while living an extremely diverse and full life.

I gave myself the night off from writing cards and letters — just wasn’t feeling the holiday mojo and needed to refuel.

Up early, usual routine. Got laundry going, put together the rolling rack (finally) for stuff that can’t go in the dryer. Hey, I’m a wardrobe person, I must have my rolling rack. When everything’s through the washer and dryer, I have to gather together all my crap, get the title from the safety deposit box in Osterville, and it’s time to head for the DMV, which I expect will take all day. But Mercury goes retrograde tomorrow, and I want to get it done. Besides, by the end of next week, we’ll have been here a month, and they get cranky if you take too long to convert the plates, licenses, etc.

While the laundry’s going, I’m spending some time on the page.

Devon

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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Waning Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Yesterday was a busy day, but a good one. Got quite a bit of unpacking done — close to twenty boxes in the kitchen. Still have a lot more, but we’re getting there. I need to get more bins for the stuff I’m sorting and stashing in the basement, but may need in the future.

The plan was to get something done in the yard, but that didn’t happen.

However, I baked truffle brownies for tomorrow’s dinner, lemon cake for tonight’s dinner, and the beef stroganoff. The latter took nearly three hours, but I think it was worth it.

I took care of some administrative stuff. Sleepy’s delivered the split box — in and out, easy peasy, and the other bed is all set up. Mattress World will give me the same thing at a better price, half the delivery charge, and next day service, so I’m going to them for the second split box on Friday.

MARTHA STEWART LIVING mailed me a recipe for banana-walnut chocolate chunk cookies as a “welcome to your new home” thing — they look really good. Maybe I’ll try them over the weekend.

The guy came to pump out the septic tank — when he was supposed to, was very friendly, and it was done quickly. I picked up a copy of SHERLOCK HOLMES from the books I got from my grandmother, and started re-reading THE SIGN OF THE FOUR, which I haven’t read in probably about twenty years. Fascinating. I’d forgotten how good Conan Doyle was at evoking sense of place and atmosphere.

Had to use my Borders bucks, so I headed to the store and came back with Kate Carlisle’s latest in her bookbinding mysteries, THE LIES THAT BIND. I also picked up the first of a new series by a new-to-me author EJ Cooperman, NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEED — which, funnily enough, has a blurb from Kate Carlisle. Usually, the author blurbs on a cover cause me to put a book down rather than buy it, but I thought it was funny that I had Carlisle’s book in my hand and was drawn to something she advocated. Also got Norris Church Mailer’s memoir A TICKET TO THE CIRCUS. She died this past week. I was mildly acquainted years ago with both her and Norman (mostly seeing them at parties at the Chelsea Hotel) many years ago, and she died this past week, so I thought it would be interesting to read the memoir. They spent a lot of time in Provincetown.

I’m signed up for the owl seminar on Saturday. Looking forward to it.

As you can see from the time this is posted, I can leave at a civilized hour for Maine — pretty happy about that. Of course, because of that, I didn’t thoroughly pack last night, so I bet you I forget stuff. As long as I bring up the food, right?

It’s just a quick trip — up and back for the meal, because I don’t want to leave the cats for too long. They’re starting to settle in and define territory. Iris is sneezing a lot — I think she has kitty cold. Usually, she gets over it in two or three days; if she doesn’t, I’ll take her to the vet. I need to establish with a new vet anyway, especially if we bring a third into the house, which I hope to do before Christmas. Violet has decided she may be the smallest, be she is Dominant Kitty.

And so it goes. Hopefully, traffic around Boston won’t be too bad.

Have a great Thanksgiving!

Devon