Wed. Jan 4: Dashing Through the Cold

Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Waxing Moon
Sunny and cold

Busy day yesterday. Worked on the book. Worked with my students. It amazes me that the ones who complained the loudest and made the most excuses about not writing their 1K/day because they were “working on the short story” or “working on the exercises” are now bitching and moaning because I stripped the January short story requirement and most of the exercises, so that all they’d have to do is focus on the novel with no distractions — they’re the ones now moaning that there’s no short story requirement and not enough exercises in the month. Just can’t win with some people. I have to remember the ones who are quietly working — who are, actually, the bulk of the class. The ones doing the work need the bulk of the attention, not the squawkers.

In any case, I’m juggling the classes, prepping for the Prompt Playground (which should be a ton of fun – a two-hour webinar, which I hope some of you can attend), etc. I’ve got some work to do for Confidential job #1, I’m still in negotiations for that other job, I’ve got to get OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK out to the publisher today, and I’m in the early stages of negotiation for a one-off editing job. Costume Imp and I also have to go to the grocery store for the Big Party Shop, and I’ve got to tackle my office, which looks like a tornado went through it. I’d love to blame the kitten, but it’s my fault, not the kitten’s.

Took my mom to acupuncture and then for her blood test. Costume Imp and I then went to Lavender Moon and got some great stuff (I bought a new tarot deck, yay). We went to lunch at the Beehive (yummy) and then did some grocery shopping. Imp baked a wonderful raspberry cake, and I made a beef stew for dinner.

All good.

Lots to do, RSVPs coming back in for the party — I think it’ll be fun. Somehow, it all gets done. I just have to tackle each piece and then let it fall into the puzzle, instead of running around thinking, “Oh, there’s so much to do, how will I ever get it done?” You get it all done by not dicking around and DOING it.

I’d love to just sit and read the other two Kevin Hearne books. I’m about half-way through HEXED, and thoroughly enjoying that, too.

Devon

Monday, August 15, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Friday was great. My friend came by about 11, and I got to show off the house, the yard, and the cats. Tessa was very friendly. We hung out and drank coffee on the deck, then headed into Hyannis. We had lunch at the Black Cat, down by the water. The food was good, the service was good, the valet for the car was cute! We walked up to the Gruyer Art Barn, to visit another Broadway colleague, who’s an artist in residence there, and has a show opening on Monday. It was fun — we’re used to being together in a completely different situation in New York, and here we are, on the Cape, doing our own things, and yet finding each other again.

Busy weekend. On the road by 6:30 in the morning on Saturday, headed to CT. Light traffic going south; heavy traffic going north. I made the drive in THREE AND A HALF HOURS, which I’ve never done before (it’s usually 4 1/2). I was just singing along to the radio and working out plot points.

Client from Hell called while I was on the road. I don’t talk and drive (since it’s illegal as well as stupid), so I let it go into voice mail. There was a request to return the call before Monday, she had some questions. I called back before noon, went into voice mail. Left a message. Nothing all weekend. Here we go again — we’ve had this conversation. Client: “You have to keep trying until you reach me.” Me: “No, I don’t. I return the call. It’s your responsibility to check your messages.” I can’t wait to wrap up this assignment and be done.

Went to Costco, did some work roughing out the article due this week, read a bit. Was absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally. Went to bed early.

Was awakened way too early Sunday morning because one of the CO detectors needed a new battery and did the little battery-change-chirp. I don’t know where they keep batteries, so I took the batteries out and left a note.

It was pounding down with torrential rain. I got about five hours of writing time in, which was good, typing up some stuff I’d been working on in longhand and moving forward. I can print it all out today, which will be good, but I can’t work on this particular project again until the end of the week, because I have two articles due before I start the site job.

Finally, about 3 PM, we decided to make a break for it, in a window of slightly lessened downpour. In spite of heavy traffic and awful weather, we made good time driving back to the Cape. We stopped at the Beehive Tavern for dinner — fabulous. Got home a little after 8. The cats were happy to see us and hadn’t killed each other, so I think, when we’re not around, they just ignore each other. We unpacked and got re-settled. Ran the kitten, so she could work off some energy and we could get some sleep.

To bed early, up early. No yoga on the beach this morning, due to rain. I have two articles to work on today, stuff to do for the Mermaid Ball, get some grocery shopping done for the site job, get to the library for some books I need to take with me, pack, and then, tonight, I’m going to the reception for my colleague’s art opening.

So I better get going!

Devon


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Saturday, June 18, 2011


View over Provincetown Harbor

Saturday, June 18, 2011
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Sunny and warm

Yesterday was kind of rough. Didn’t feel well at all due to the bite. Called the health line (since I now actually have access to health care), but unless I’m going into shock, all they can do is give me cortisone cream, and that didn’t help anyway. It was so swollen that I couldn’t wear jeans — couldn’t get them on. Had to wear yoga pants.

I did my morning quota for SPIRIT REPOSITORY, but didn’t feel well enough to comment on student work, which puts me way behind for the rest of the weekend. But there’s no point in not being coherent — that doesn’t help them.

Costume Imp moved the ENTIRE lawn. He made some adjustments on the lawnmower and wrestled it into submission. And he showed me what he did, so the next time it acts up, I should be able to do it, too. It looks great.

We also found the ants moved under the urn — I’m ready to take a flamethrower to the front yard — it it was “make the lawn boil” again. And he found some damage to the base of a tall tree in the back that could be a problem, and I have a message in to the owner. I’d hate to lose that tree, but if it keeps getting eaten at the base, it’s going to go over, and it’ll hurt someone’s house badly.

I took him to lunch at the Beehive in Sandwich, one of our favorite places. Then, we went over to the Library, and I got my library card from them — they are on a different network than the rest of the cape, with a loan system consisting of 28 off-Cape libraries, including the fabulous one in Plymouth and the library at Tufts University. And i got out a nice stack of books here, too!

We stopped at Lavender Moon on the way back, and he found a couple more pieces for his collection, and then the grocery store. Turns out our colleague who’s leaving Broadway to come here made the front page of the local paper and will be only one town over from me, as an artist in residence. So we shot over a welcome message. He drives up (with his cats) tomorrow.

I did some research and adjusted a poultice recipe. I made a concoction of oats, baking soda, turmeric, and olive oil, mixed it well, slathered it on a wound pad, and taped it down over the bite. It’s not entirely logical — the fang marks are even, but spaced so far apart the jaw would belong to something about 40 pounds, and I’d notice a 40-pound something clamped to my leg! So I don’t know what it was, just that it hurt like hell. The poultice made a big difference. I could feel it draw, and then I could feel when it was done (about 90 minutes later). It drew out something icky, the swelling’s down, and, once I cleaned off the turmeric (which stained the skin a bit), it looked pretty good. I put on an echinacea-and-eucalyptus cream that worked better than the cortisone, and feel much better all the way around. Fever’s gone, too.

Imp prepared us a lovely light Tuscan supper of basil, mozzarella, tomato, prosciutto, and melon. Yum.

We watched THE SORCERER’S APPRENTICE on HBO. Some clever moments, but there were passages I found downright offensive. Glad I didn’t pay to see it in the theatre!

At least I’m feeling better today and can hopefully make progress with everyone’s exercises. We’d hoped to go to an arts festival and a farmer’s market today, but if it’s raining a lot, we might skip it.

Had a decent work session on THE SPIRIT REPOSITORY. It keeps surprising me, in a good way. I just have to stay focused and finish.

Costume Imp woke up early and is already baking! So I’m doing my writing.

Devon

Monday, March 21, 2011


Violet is curious about the kitties in the mirrors

Monday, March 21, 2011
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Rainy, cold, chance of snow

I hope you’ll join Lori Widmer and I for The Confident Freelancer seminar this coming Saturday, March 26. We’ve got seminars sure to inspire, motivate, and boost your writing productivity, Q&A sessions, networking opportunities, and you can win a free fiction critique from me and a free non-fiction critique from Lori. More information and registration is on the link above.

Busy, fun weekend. I worked on Saturday morning until Costume Imp got up. We decided to skip the Eco-Toilet Summit on the Uses of Human Waste and go to the farmers’ markets instead.

Somehow, we missed the market in Marstons Mills without ever finding it (or the turnoff to Main St.). We continued up to Sandwich, where we found the combined market/antique show, but didn’t see any food, and, even though there were nearly two hours still scheduled, everyone was packing up.

So we had lunch at the Beehive Tavern instead — lobster quiche, which was great.

Stopped at Lavender Moon, went to the Borders in Hyannis which is about to close and stocked up on a few things, picked up some essentials at Trader Joe’s, came home to read and hang out.

Cooked dinner, then, when the sun was down, headed out to see the “Super Moon.” We drove to the lake up the street first — it was beautiful, and several people had come out with the same idea. The moon over the water was just stunning.

Then, we drove to Covell’s Beach in Craigville. The moon wasn’t positioned over the water there, and people were driving in, turning around, leaving, and one woman in an SUV was literally just driving in circles. We weren’t sure if it was catching, so we left pretty fast.

There was a point in the night where the moon was positioned so it came in through the glass panes at the top of the front door– really cool.

It was cold, though — in the 30s.

Up early on the Equinox, performed my sunrise ceremony in the cold on the deck. Very nice, with all the birds chirping and the sun coming up and all of it. Iris and Violet stood at the kitchen door, with their little noses pressed to the glass, watching. They’re used to being in the middle of it all!

I started the Racer pumpkins and the Chucky pumpkins in the seed starter pots. I’m very confused — the seed packet says to start them in May or June, but Cape dwellers say they have to be started on the Spring Equinox inside, then moved out later; I got emails from the seed companies telling me to start the eggplants and tomatoes now, but Cape dwellers tell me to wait until Memorial Day. So I’m very confused!

Caught up on student work, emails, teleseminar business, etc. Read the papers. Saw two of my courses listed — for the wrong dates (July and August instead of June and July). That’s been fixed. Sorted out everything for the class I’m starting to take (as a student) today. Received some materials from a place to whom I need to make a pitch.

Made Eggs Benedict for brunch, which we had with Prosecco. Lovely way to start the season!

In the late afternoon, we went to Hyannis to a jazz jam at a local restaurant, to which I’d been invited during Thursday’s horticulture outing. The musicians were outstanding, and some teens showed up to play a few numbers — love the fact that they’d rather be out jamming with a bunch of professional musicians on a Sunday afternoon rather than playing video games. They’re good and have a lot of potential, and it will be exciting to see how they progress. There was a sixteen year old near the end who is the real deal. You could tell he had a lot of commitment to the craft by the way he listened to others before he joined them, and when he did — he’s got a lot of talent, the poise of someone much older and more experienced, and the commitment not to let other people’s agendas for him get between him and the music. There was also an older gentleman on coronet, early on — he was excellent now, and I can only imagine what he was like when this was the central focus of his life. If I have half the verve he has when I’m his age, I’ll consider myself lucky!

The singers on the other hand . . . not impressed. Of course, Costume Imp and I are more critical of singers than most people, due to our years on Broadway, listening to (mostly) excellent singers eight times a week. And Imp toured with one of the greatest singers of all time, so . . .

I think it’s great that they got up there and did it. If they sing again another time I attend and they’ve shown improvement, I’ll be pleased for them. If they just get up and do the same numbers in the same way making the same mistakes, I will retain my jaded outlook. 😉

It was a lot of fun, good company, good music, a great way to spend the afternoon into the early evening.

We grabbed a bucket of KFC on the way home and enjoyed it thoroughly.

I had to deal with a bunch of admin for the seminar, but it was all fine and got sorted out. There was also some tech issue with a blog post for another place that had to get sorted. Jeez, and Mercury doesn’t go retrograde until the 30th!

I went to bed early – I was exhausted from being up at dawn, and I’m having a lot of trouble with my back again. I’ve got numbers of some acupuncturists and I’m going to see when I can get an appointment.

It’s supposed to snow later today, so I’m going to stay in, write, work on the play, work on the layout for e-book for the seminar, keep up with the registrants to make sure they’re getting everything they need, spend time with my students, finish the material for Confidential Job #1, and start the steampunk workshop I’m attending as a student. I’ve also got to get some business correspondence out, and a couple of other places have asked me for proposals for this, that, and the other.

So it’s all good, I just have to stay on top of it all!

Devon

Wednesday, January 5, 2010

Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Waxing Moon
No Retrogrades
Sunny and cold

We are retrograde free for a few days. Can you believe it? Take a few minutes to really feel what it’s like, because it’s quite rare.

Costume Imp slept in yesterday. I was up early, as usual, yoga, meditation, fed the cats, made the coffee, did my first 1K of the day, taught my classes.

Around 8:30, I thought it was a civilized hour to make some noise, so I baked cinnamon rolls and showered.

We had a leisurely morning and walked the property, talking about garden possibilities, which are discussed over on Gratitude and Growth. We finally managed to get out of the house about noon.

Headed to Lavender Moon, which was, as always, was wonderful. I bought some incense, and Imp found a beautiful Egyptian piece which had obviously been waiting just for him, since the woman behind the counter couldn’t remember ever seeing it before!

We had lunch at the Beehive Tavern, one of my favorite spots. It was delicious, as always. Then, up to the Sandwich Village Herb Shop, where I stocked up on lavender (I want to vacuum the carpets before the party tomorrow, and I’m almost out of lavender for that — hopefully this summer, I can use home-grown lavender). I found a couple of books and calendars I needed, and then — there was a gorgeous statue of Cerridwen. I knew I shouldn’t really spend the money, but I kept coming back to it. It’s so beautifully rendered and just fascinated me. So I bought it. One less patio chair, right? 😉 Or I just have to write another menu for someone.

I better hustle a few quick-turnaround, quick-pay jobs this month to make up for what I’ve spent on books and statues!

After Sandwich, it was over the Sagamore Bridge and up Rt. 3 to Plymouth. They’ve drydocked the Mayflower! Perhaps they’ve done it every year, but I was truly surprised. And the great little shops next to it were shut, which is a shame, because they have delightful oddities you can’t get anywhere else.

We stopped at Plymouth Pebble — really, to have this gorgeous faux Greek temple around this tiny piece of granite just makes me laugh. We walked up the hill to the overlook, with its gorgeous view of the bay, and then walked up to the main street of town, which has lots of great little shops, most of whom are taking a much-deserved January hiatus.

Laughing Moon was, unfortunately, closed. They seem to open and close randomly, which, on days I drove all the way from NY to see them drove me nuts, but being only a few minutes away is not a big deal.

Drove back to the Cape, stopped at Trader Joe’s for the fixings for pizza and some things for the party. Came home, realized we hadn’t bought our MegaMillions tickets, went out and did that. Had some eggnog while we caught up on stuff online (I love wireless, we can work anywhere), watched the weather. Imp may be here an extra day or so because of weather.

We made pizza, which was great, and had a quiet evening working on our various projects that needed work.

Today we have a few errands to run and few things to get in for the party and the upcoming storm. We might go looking for the lawnmower.

The cats haven’t completely accepted him yet. They don’t run away quite as fast, and they hang out with us in the evening –staring at him. I feel bad, because he misses his cats and he’d love to play with mine and they’re still like, “Stay over there, Stranger.” But at least they’re not hiding. That’s a good first step.

He’ll probably wake up with them draped over him the day he has to go home! Cats.

Off to comment on exercises and respond to discussion comments on the classes. I was a little irate early in the day yesterday when a few of the students whined about wanting more time for the first exercise. It’s 750-1000 words. I do that every day before breakfast. 48 hours is more than enough time for the first assignment. Put butt in chair and DO IT. Let’s face it, given more time, most of them would wait until the last minute anyway.

I need to stash some boxes today and straighten up for the party, so I’d better get as much done on classwork today as possible before Imp wakes up.

Devon

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sunday, May 17 2009
Waning Moon
Saturn DIRECT (as of yesterday)
Pluto Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde

Wasn’t the Preakness great? Go, Rachel Alexandra! And Mine That Bird ran a great race, too.

I had a great few days out of town, on the Cape. Unfortunately, even though I dragged around the laptop, the internet access promised in the room didn’t work properly, so I was disconnected for those days — which was fine with me

We hit the road around noon on Tuesday, deciding to leave a half a day early. The weather looked great, and it seemed like it would be a great day. And then we hit a bad storm around New London. But we drove through it, and by the time we hit Rhode Island, it was gone. The storm moved west to east, and we drove south to north.

We chose a motel in the middle of Hyannis — we got a great deal on the room, and it was simple, no frills, but fine. I probably wouldn’t choose to stay there again, unless I had no other choice, but, for what I needed for research purposes, it was fine. It was clean and plenty of hot water, which are two of my top needs. We walked around town for a bit. For an affluent, rather famous community, I found it disturbing that there were so many homeless, mentally disturbed people wandering around,, and so many bored teens looking around for trouble. I immediately went into my I-Lived-on-the-Deuce-and-you-didn’t-so-don’t-even-think-of-messing-with-me mode. They didn’t. These kids may be bored, but they’re not stupid.

We had a fabulous dinner at a restaurant called Alberto’s — I had amazing mussels, and when THIS restaurant makes a house salad, it’s an assortment of greens, blood orange slices, walnuts, shredded carrots and prunes with a homemade vinagrette — wonderful. Quite different from the supposedly excellent Italian restaurant on the night I went out to Long Island to see my play, who considered their house salad iceberg lettuce with Thousand Island dressing. The wine, a California pinot noir, was okay, but not brilliant. The chocolate mousse, however, was sublime.

Got some work done in the evening. It helps, bringing the laptop, although I couldn’t get the wi-fi hook up to work. Oh, well. I had the yoga mat, so I could stay on schedule with the yoga.

Up early the next morning — coffee, yoga, but not much writing. I was in reasearch/experiential head, not writing head. We had a great breakfast at La Petite France Cafe — the food’s very good, the service is good, and the guy behind the counter is very nice. He’s there if you want something, but doesn’t try to be best friends just because you walked in the door.

Hit the road early, travelling East. I’ve been to the end of the Cape’s seashore, The Province Lands, ever since I was a little, little kid. But I never investigated the other end, the Eastham end of the shorelands. So, we went to the National Seashore and walked the trails for several hours. I took a lot of photos. It was thrilling to see so many red-winged blackbirds so close, and to hear the frogs chatter, and the ospreys and swans and all the rest. Truly gorgeous. It was a wonderful day, and plenty of benches. We could just sit and BE. The beach plums were in full bloom — gorgeous white flowers. One of the rangers told me I hit it just right – they weren’t in bloom last week and wouldn’t be in bloom next week. Good timing!

I picked up some materials in the bookshop, including a volume of letters from whalers to their families, put out by Descendants of the Whaling Masters. How’s that for a name?

On the spur of the moment, we turned to Nauset and went down to the beach and the lighthouse. I have a fondness for lighthouses anyway. This one was gorgeous, and, yes, still working. We went down to the beach — gorgeous light green water close to the beach, deepening to cobalt blue farther out. We sat on the beach for awhile, watching dogs play and someone try to surf. I gathered up stones. And then we headed back to the lighthouse.

It was still too early for the lighthouse to be open to the public during the week, but one of the workers was there to do something inside and asked if I wanted to come in. Yes! While she did what she needed to do, I got to climb around and explore the lighthouse on my own. It was fabulous! It’s a small house, without living quarters attached, but still a working light. It’s just beautiful. And it was so generous to let me in.

Lunch at a great, family-run fish shack called JT’s — terrific cod burgers with wonderful fries and coleslaw.

Then, it was back towards Brewster, to the Cape Cod Museum of Natural HIstory, one of my favorite places on the cape, to walk the trails on Wing Island. They have an “osprey cam” set up — a camera on an osprey nest, so you can watch the young osprey develop. I didn’t go inside to watch this year — last year’s batch where quite the little hams! The trail was lovely, and the wildflower garden was also beautiful.

I would say we walked at least ten miles over the course of the day. And we were in serious need of salad for dinner, so it was chicken caesar salad for dinner, and a quiet evening reading the materials I collected and typing up notes. The Helena Francis books are set on the bay side of midcape, and parts of the Matty book take place at the Natural History Museum and the shorelands, plus I’m thinking of setting a YA in the area.

Thursday was cloudier and windier. We ate at La Petite Francaise again, and headed out the door early. This time, we headed back over the Sagamore Bridge, off the Cape, to Plymouth. The Matty book is set along the coast just below Plymouth, and I wanted to get some geographical details and some photographs of the stretch where I want to place the house. We did all that, made a wrong turn and wound up in the center of Plymouth, which was okay, because I could grab some more pictures of where I want to set one of the confrontations.

Then, it was over to Buzzards Bay. There’s a marine life rescue center. I wanted to visit and maybe pick up a book on turtles, since turtle rescue is part of what they do. One of the characters in the Matty book loves turtles. I’d hoped to find one at the Natural History Museum, but the only one I found was large, unwieldy, and didn’t focus on Cape area turtles, which is what I need.

On the way to the center, we stopped to stare at the Railroad Bridge. It moves. In other words, the center span is stored in the “up” position, allowing boats to travel the canal freely. When a train comes across, it lowers so the train can actually cross the Canal. We happened to be there as they lowered and then raised the span. Fascinating. And yes, I will post photos.

Unfortunately, the Marine Life Center is both under renovation and not open for the season. I’m going to contact them about visiting in the fall. There’s an event I hope to cover in the area in September — just a few days after I get back from Prague. Maybe I can come out a day or so early or stay a day late and visit the center.

We headed back over the Sagamore Bridge and over to the Canal Visitors’ Center in Sandwich. They did a fantastic job — the museum is wonderful, and the educational DVD about this history and building of the Canal is one of the best of its kind. What I found interesting was that August Belmont — think Belmont Park Race Track here in New York — was the one who built the first canal as a toll thoroughfare. However, it was too shallow, and, due to the amount of accidents, failed. The Army Corps of Engineers took over, redug it during the Depression (in an example of an original stimulus plan), and now it’s a very active channel — and Cape Cod is an island, not a peninsula! We walked to the point where the canal ends and the bay begins. Turning back, I saw that they use actual traffic lights — the yellow metal lights, like they do on the street corners — for the channel. It was pretty funny.

Next stop, Sandwich, just about my favorite town on the Cape. Dashed into their wonderful library, checked email, got a few responses out, Twittered quickly, and was done They use Windows Vista — what a nightmare — everything was so slow and had to be done twice. Typical Dell/Windows!

Then, it was over to the Sandwich Glass Museum. The work there is fantastic, and I learned a lot about glassmaking. The demonstration was fantastic, and the woman who gave it was terrific. I wanted to slap the man sitting in front of me upside the head — instead of appreciating the delicacy required in rolling and pulling the glass, he wanted to see her make a show of the blowing — which, it turns out, is a very small part of actually working the glass. Instead of being excited to learn the intricacies and delicacies of how it’s actually done, he wanted to see what he expected. Moron.

In the gift shop, I found a history of the Orleans Inn at such a good price I was afraid it was a misprint. But it wasn’t, and I snatched it up. Can’t wait to read it.

We drove to Barnstable and the Sandy Neck beach. By now, it was cloudy and very, very windy. The beach is lovely, and this is the area where I’ll stick Collier’s Cove, the setting for the Helena Francis mysteries.

We had lunch at the Beehive Tavern in Sandwich — fantastic! I had some locally brewed Cape Cod Summer Ale. I’m very fussy about beer and ale, preferring wine, but this was terrific. And I had a wonderful sole stuffed with lobster, vegetables, and rice. Really, an excellent meal, great service, great atmosphere. Definitely a place I’d go again.

We headed down to Chatham for a look around, and then picked up some food from a local, mom-and-pop deli on the way back — a chicken salad with cranberries and walnuts, which was great.

Another quiet night full of typing up notes and reading. And watching playoff hockey, Boston vs. Carolina — heartbreaking loss for Boston in overtime.

Friday morning was rainy, so we headed back right after breakfast (again, at the cafe). A big bus nearly crushed me twice near the canal. I got its information and plan to complain to the company. I’m sorry, you don’t come to a dead stop in the middle of a roundabout and then suddenly swerve to a turnoff you’ve already missed, ignoring the cars around you — after you already nearly forced me into construction nearly a half a mile back. Not acceptable. Traffic was an absolute nightmare around Providence. I swear, Rhode Island has some of the worst drivers I’ve encountered anywhere in the world — and I’ve driven many places in the world. They’re even worse than New Jersey drivers.

Couldn’t make good time coming back from the Cape — combination of weather and traffic. Managed to stop in Niantic at the Book Barn, where I played with the cats and got a stack of books, including several on the Cape and several books I’ve wanted for years! Lunch in Niantic, and then continued back. Stopped at the apartment to switch out some stuff and then continued down for the Preakness. Horrible traffic, early night.

The races started really early Preakness Day. And the temperature was a good twenty degrees higher than it was on the Cape and muggy. I expected a deluge any minute, but the rain held off until there was a light shower just as the horses went to the post for the Preakness itself.

As thrilled as I was by Rachel Alexandra’s win, I just wanted to be home by the end of it all. I was supposed to leave revoltingly early this am to head back up to MA for the US Olympic Women’s Hockey Team tryouts, but that fell through. As annoyed as I am with USA Hockey right now, I’m also relieved not to spend six hours on the road today and six hours watching tryouts at a hockey ring.

I’ve got to finish my post-Preakness article and get if off to FemmeFan, and then take a final look at the DIXIE DUST proofs — the last round of corrections arrived while I was gone. The next assignment for Confidential Job #1 came in, I have client projects to work on tomorrow, and some reviews to do this week for A BIBLIO PARADISE. UHaul again made me livid, and it’s time to file charges with the appropriate authorities. Enough already.

Read one of the books I bought in Niantic already — THESE RUINS ARE INHABITED by Muriel Beadle, about her family’s year at Oxford University. It was published in 1961, and it’s funny how little has changed, and, of the changes that have taken place, which ones.

I hope to take it a little bit easy today, but I’d like to get a jump on all the work stacked up for the coming week.

Cape photos to follow.

Devon