Tues. Aug. 27, 2019: Trying To Get It All Done

Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde

Busy weekend, but not very productive. I didn’t get anywhere near as much writing done as I needed to, especially not on GRAVE REACH. ELLA was in fits and starts. The main focus was on the article for Llewellyn, which I polished and sent off yesterday.

Saturday morning, friends stopped in on their way back from Nantucket. I had baked a chocolate sour cream cake on Friday night, and put on the brown sugar frosting on Saturday morning. It was supposed to be a 7-minute frosting, but took 27 minutes, as it does.

I read some of Elaine Viets’s books in her Dead End Job series and really enjoyed them. I finished reading a biography of Wendy Wasserstein, which got me thinking about my early days in professional NY theatre.

I did some research for a client meeting I have this afternoon. I did my paperwork for jury duty, and some other paperwork that needed attention. Got some bills paid and some errands run. Caught up on things like laundry. Cleaned the house.

Saturday was my last day on the antibiotic. I forgot that coming off an antibiotic is even more unpleasant than going on one, so I felt pretty miserable on Sunday and Monday.

Sunday evening, a friend came in on her way back to Nantucket. Brought us some fresh peaches. We’ll eat some and I’ll put the rest into a peach tart.

A lovely little black cat strolled through the yard, exploring. I’m not sure if she’s new to the neighborhood or lost. She was too shy to let me come close. I tried putting food out for her, but Che Guevera Chipmunk was all over it right away, so that didn’t work. I don’t want Che to think he gets room service. But I do want to find out if the little cat is lost and needs help finding her way home, or if she needs a home.

I made a Crockpot chicken tomatillo chili with cornbread, which was pretty good. Drove my friend back to the ferry.

Up early on Monday, writing and getting things done. Worked onsite with a client, prepped for today’s meeting, did some work at the library, went to meditation.

Have to run some errands this morning on my way in to the client’s. Then, I have to dash back to my home office for my conference with my potential client, then to the library to get some work done.

Tomorrow, I’m supposed to show up for jury duty, unless I hear otherwise by 5 PM tonight. Not sure how much I’ll be posting for the rest of the week.

I seriously doubt I’ll get put on a jury. They don’t want someone who is experienced in jury service to actually serve. Someone who might actually understand the way the law works and not be manipulated by lawyers. I’m sure I’ll get kicked out of contention tomorrow.

But it’s important to show up. Vote. Serve jury duty. It matters. It’s part of the responsibility of citizenship. I have no respect for people who try to wiggle out of jury duty. And I loathe people who don’t vote.

I’ll see what happens and think on my feet. All I can do is the best I can do.


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Thurs. April 3, 2014: Plays and Contests and Clients

Thursday, April 3, 2014
Waxing Moon
Mars Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and milder

If you can’t come to Cape Cod to see SEAL TIDES in person, I hope you’ll support the play anyway through our Indiegogo campaign here. You can help us for as little as $10, and each tier has specific benefits attached. The more we raise, the better for local marine life!

Tessa was a happy cat yesterday. We went out in the morning, with our coffee (well, my coffee; cats don’t drink coffee), and then again in the afternoon with a glass of wine (again, my wine; I don’t give alcohol to my animals). There’s a lot of work to be done in the yard in the upcoming weeks, and I’m just going to have to break it down and do a finite amount on each nice day.

Worked flat out on client projects all day. Am in good shape with the contest entries, and I think I can wind up one contest before the entries for the next two come in. Worked with one of my editors. Negotiated some new project contracts, one of which will be amazing if we get past the trial stage. Got out a bunch of press, calendar listings, and PSAs for SEAL TIDES.

Did the quarterly follow-ups from the January pitches/LOIs. Always nice to remind people one is still interested in working with them, especially when it’s true. (The LOIs about which I had second thoughts were not followed up).

Difference of opinion with a potential client who said I was too expensive, so I booked other client work, and then this one tried to dump an “emergency” project on me at the end of the workday that would have meant working well into the night. Um, no.

Updated my website to clarify the rare instances in which I accept same-day or on-call assignments.

Today, I need to focus on client projects and my own work. I hope I can do an hour or so in the yard as well.

Time to get to work!


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Wed. July 24, 2012: Market Basket as good as reputed

Wednesday, July 24, 2012
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Sunny and cool

The Executive office of Verizon Wireless is just as stupid and deliberately vicious as the Customer Dis-service Representatives. Figures — the top always trickles down. It explains a lot. It’s still not acceptable.

On a happier note, went to Market Basket for the first time yesterday. It is an amazing grocery store. Huge, good quality, great prices. It’s quite a drive, but well worth it. I restocked quite a bit. Wow. Just wow. I was ready to set up a cot and move in.

Got a different type of cat litter at PetSmart — hopefully this will solve our kitty litter dilemma. Now, don’t get me wrong, the CATS have handled this all well. But the Feline Pine hasn’t been clumping well lately, and the Arm & Hammer we tried is just awful. I get disgusted looks and vocal complaints from the cats, but they’re still using the box. Hopefully, this other type of pine clumping litter will work and they’ll be happier.

Also fell in LOVE with an eight year old male brown tabby. The lease only allows three cats here, and we have three, but I’m talking him up, hoping someone I know will adopt him. He’s a unique cat and deserves a good home.

Got some work done yesterday, but not enough (it’s never enough lately), and I’m slowly, but surely working through the galleys for the anthology. Still struggling with the introduction, trying to get the right tone.

At least the research for the aviation project is going well.

I’m ripping apart the harpy book again and attacking it from a different perspective. This last revision was necessary to narrow the focus; however, I felt I took it too far into an urban fantasy procedural direction, and I’m losing the bigger social justice scope that’s the real heart of the book. POWER OF WORDS is pulling at me, too, and demanding some attention. I’m feeling creatively flat at the moment, too many “shoulds”, not enough “want tos”. I need a few days to let the creativity soar. I’m hoping the writer’s conference in two weeks will give me a good shot at that.

Need to get a lot of work done, and, hopefully, get to go out with friends tonight. Taking Costume Imp to breakfast at Daily Paper this morning — always fun.


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Friday, December 24, 2010

Friday, December 24, 2010
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Cloudy and cold
Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve, people!!! How did that happen?

Yeah, yeah, I know, day follows night follows day follows night and it’s here.

Yesterday was just such a cliched Mercury Retrograde day. On the positive side, I polished and finished all the exercises for the One Story, Many Voices workshop that runs in January. Even though I create the exercises for the workshops when I pitch them and test them before pitching, since each situation is different, I always wind up tweaking them.

On the negative side, I spent all damn day trying to negotiate time and directions to see those chairs. Finally, we got it set up for late afternoon. I get in the car, and fight with the garage door (first it didn’t want to open; then it didn’t want to close). I drove to the bank to get the money and the ATM was empty. I tried to drive to another ATM on the way to Rt. 6, and there were accidents on all the roads and they were closed. It was like the old East Vassalboro, Maine joke: You can’t get there from here.

I felt like the set up to a bad joke or haiku or something.

Called the seller, we rescheduled for 10 this morning, although I think she thinks I’m blowing her off.

Fingers crossed that it all works out.

Lots of mail, more stupidity from United Healthcare regarding my mother’s change of insurance, robo-signed by a moron who pays no attention to what he signs and sends my mom conflicting letters dated the same day. AARP is useless — why do they pimp this company who lobbied against decent health care reform and do business with them, when they are so blatantly unsympathetic to the seniors AARP claims to represent? This is a different dickhead than the one who initially tormented my mother on her state-to-state move, and this one will wish he didn’t have to deal with me, much the way the last one wished.

Nice, quiet night reading with music on and all the lights on, packages arriving. The UPS delivery guy honked his horn and expected me to come out and get my package. Uh, no. UPS is being paid enough to deliver TO THE DOOR. I don’t mind walking out in the afternoon to meet the mail carriers, because around here, they’re really nice and go above and beyond, but UPS is paid enough to actually fulfill the delivery, even at 8:30 at night. BTW, he THREW the package towards the door. And yes, the walkway and driveway were completely clean of snow, and not iced over. Good thing there was nothing fragile in it. I understand this is a busy time of year, but your customers are paying for SERVICE. Otherwise, we will all go back to using the post office, and you can go out of business, thank you very much!

Heard from an old friend with whom I’d lost touch. Absolutely delighted!

Anyway, in about 30 minutes, I’m off to do a chair run. Let’s hope it all works out. The pork roast is marinating. I have to pick up a few things at the store, but we’re going to have a quiet, merry Christmas Eve at home. I told the cats that we have a chimney this year, and our “stockings are hung by the chimney with care”, so Santa might leave them a little something special, too!

The big black-and-white cat sauntered past this morning, sending the Hounds of the Baskervilles into a frenzy. A car drove past the cat on the road, and the cat paused and looked at it like, “You’re in my WAY.” It looks too well-kept to be a stray, but people in the neighborhood are always saying how one can’t let the cats out because it’s too dangerous. Besides, with that ‘tude, the cat would have walked up to the back door, knocked, and said, “You’re between me and the couch. Move.” So I’m assuming Cat has a place to live.

Speaking of dangerous, now that Iris and Violet have conquered the basement, they’ve got their sights set on the garage.

In a word, No.

We all know they’ll win, eventually. They’re cats.

Have a great Christmas, if that’s what you celebrate, and a great weekend no matter what!


Thursday, June 17, 2010

Thursday, June 17, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

Yesterday wasn’t much of a writing day, although I soldiered along on POWER OF WORDS. Because of all the energy I’m using to try and help Elsa, there’s not much left for anything else. I’m trying to recharge, but I’m only managing to keep up with deadlines. I need to hustle some new work, though, especially since my play is closing tonight and that’s the end of those royalties! Figuring out what to write for the skits will help — they want some topical, political stuff and some more general, universal stuff. And I found a couple of other things I can pull together a pitch towards. I need to get back into “hustle headspace” again.

What was funny is that I wrote a scene about hiring in a massage therapist and acupuncturist to deal with injuries on my fictional production, and then felt slighted when I turned off the computer because I had no appointment!

I eagerly look forward to my acupuncture appointment next week, though. My hip is giving me trouble again, and I had lower back spasms. I finally gave in and took a couple of Excedrin — which took off the edge in less than 15 minutes. And some yoga helped, too. There was nothing on TV, so I did a more intense than usual evening practice, focusing on hip-opening exercises, and a long meditation, with Elsa purring on the mat beside me.

Elsa had a bad morning, and then I adjusted a few things, and she actually had a GREAT afternoon and evening, very much like her old self. She was comfortable and happy and funny as hell. What a relief.

I finished reading BREAKFAST WITH BUDDHA. What a lovely novel! Truly a joyful read, and it was the perfect choice for right now. If you’re looking for something that’s loving and funny and insightful, pick up this book.

I started another book, which looks promising. Once I’m in it far enough to know and still like it, I’ll mention it!

I got a couple of ideas for short stories that I want to play with. There are some deadlines coming up in July and August, and I’ve figured out my next column — now I just have to sit down and write it.

Made a baked catfish in spice rub for dinner — it wasn’t bad. The quality of the fish wasn’t what I hoped, but the rub, I think, would also be good on cod or halibut, so I will try that next time.

We were woken up at 4 AM by cats in heat yowling under the windows. Not only is that unpleasant in itself (the twins were horrified by the yowling, and Elsa just felt it wasn’t worth getting up), it means there will be feral kittens around eventually. I’m pretty sure Bossy Girl’s spayed, so it was probably Little One, who I haven’t been able to find and catch. Sigh.

Dozed off again until 5:30, gave Elsa her medicine, just kind of lay there staring at the ceiling until nearly 6, when I got up to feed them and do yoga. Heard from the vet, we’re doing a few adjustments, he likes what I’ve done on my own to figure out how to help Elsa. We’re also going to add licorice root into the mix.

To the page now for awhile. Busy day — the building finally hired an exterminator (it only took them three damn years) who starts rounds today — with all the renovations, we need it. Will keep the cats clear. Later, we’re headed waaaay out on Long Island (not as far as the Hamptons, thank goodness, that would make me nauseous) to see closing night of my play — I dread driving home late at night. I hate driving on Long Island at any time, but especially late at night, and especially since I’ve been getting up so early and going to bed so early lately. Coffee, coffee, and more coffee. I want to leave early so we don’t get caught in early beach traffic — so I have to do some research and figure out something for us to do for two or three hours in the close vicinity before the show. Maybe there’s a bookstore or cafe where we can hang out. I might bring my notebook and work on the short stories or the skits.


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Sunny and gorgeous

Yesterday was kind of a struggle. The noise and dust were horrible — in the three years since the scumbag landlords took over the building, there has been exactly ONE day that was not a Sunday or a holiday without total chaos, breaking the state law that tenants are entitled to “quiet enjoyment” of their apartments. I couldn’t pack up and work elsewhere because I had to be on hand for Elsa.

I got about 1300 words done on POWER OF WORDS, and it took me all afternoon (with headphones on) to write, polish, and get off an article that was nearly 2000 words.

The only skit I could come up with was one slaughtering noisy workmen, but it wasn’t particularly funny. It might become the seed of something entertaining, but in present form, it’s therapy, not theatre.

Elsa held steady. I changed from the ParaClenz mixture to an Allergy mixture, hoping to get rid of the congestion and stop the runny nose — I don’t think it’s helping. I also gave her a mixture of B and C vitamins, which I think does help a bit.

My neighbor’s going to Sweden for three weeks at the end of this week, so I’m going to go in every day to feed and hang out with her very large cat during that time. Elsa is NOT contagious (thank goodness, or Iris and Violet would be in danger), but I’ll still use the good old Purell coming and going.

I sent out a batch of queries yesterday and already got a request for a partial, so that goes off today. Fingers crossed!

Back to the page, to see if today will be more productive. It’s so nice, I might spend part of the day outside, too, taking a walk somewhere. And I have to get some groceries in.


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Monday, June 14, 2010

Monday, June 14, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Cloudy and humid

Pretty decent weekend, actually. Elsa made solid progress, both Saturday and Sunday. I’m trying to ease up on some of the medications as she steadies. I think part of the reason she backslid was she was being overmedicated. As we clear up certain symptoms (and, hopefully, the causes), I’m changing dosages, stopping cycles, and adding different things to fight the other problems. Eventually, I want her symptom-free, so then we can rebuild her immune system and she won’t get sick again. The antibiotics really caused serious damage to her system. Imagine what it’s doing to humans, all this over=prescribing of antibiotics, if this is what happens to cats! I had a vet in the city who said you could predict human illness by watching which illnesses grew prevalent among the companion animal population.

Saturday sucked as far as being a writing day, but I soldiered on. I watched the US-England World Cup Soccer game on Saturday afternoon, which I thought was kind of “eh” although I think our goalie, Tim Howard, is pretty awesome. I still find ice hockey more exciting. I’m not well enough versed on it all to write intelligently about it, so maybe in four years, if the US gets into it again, I’ll be positioned so to do. This time, I’m just watching to watch. Saturday night, there was nothing on TV and my hip was giving me a lot of trouble, so I did two hours of yoga and a good, long meditation.

Sunday, I spent some time at the farmer’s market, getting in good stuff, and had a much better writing day. The radishes, the cilantro, the strawberries — heaven!

I read a book by someone who’s work I’ve read for more than twenty years. I used to love her writing and her quirky, off-the-wall characters, but hadn’t read anything of hers in a long time. The writing’s still often beautiful, but the characters aren’t as interesting. And, she tried to write a politically astute book without doing the research and getting the solid facts on which to base it, so it didn’t work. If you’re going to write that kind of book, you need to know the facts inside out, whether the point of view condones or refutes those facts. But if there aren’t any facts on which to build it, you just look lazy and ignorant, and that’s how it came across. I was very disappointed, and expected more from her — certainly more intelligence. The characters don’t have to come across as rocket scientists, but the author shouldn’t come across as not very bright. When you want to put across your point of view, you have to have a delicate touch, not ram it down your readers’ throats. When you’re trying to explore an opposing point of view, you have to be even more thorough in research and fact-checking than when it’s a viewpoint with which you’re familiar and support.

Decent writing day yesterday — finished Chapter 14 of POWER OF WORDS. it’s weak, but at least there’s something there to work on.
Elsa was well enough so I could attend a Tony Awards party last night. For the most part, i thought it was well done, although there were sound problems in the first section that were simply unacceptable. The mix was bad, the wrong mics were on and off — either the sound guy really screwed up OR (and this is a strong possibility) the PSM was calling cues wrong, and it was the sound guy who wound looking like the jerk. I was happy to see that, in one of the categories, I had worked with four of the five nominees. I also got to see friends of mine perform a number from a show I hope to see in the coming weeks. I vehemently disagreed with some of the choice of winners, but it’s an exciting night and I’m not going to publicly trash anyone in my industry here, no matter what I think, especially not on a night that’s filled with so much joy. And, every year, the Tony Awards reminds me how proud I am of the work we do on Broadway, and how grateful I am for the years I’ve spent there. And I can say I’m thrilled for all the awards won by RED — it’s a fantastic play.

Home late, up early, out for a run a little after five. It was so humid I had a tough time. Oh, well, at least I was out and moving. Now, it’s back to the page. I want to start Chapter 15 of POWER OF WORDS, finish an article, and work on transforming Act I of BEHIND THE MAN from interactive to proscenium. I also need to figure out where to put the act break. As an interactive piece, it’s a three act. For proscenium production, it needs to be a two act. Which means I have to create a cliffhanger somewhere in what is currently the middle of the second act.

Back to the page.


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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Thursday, June 10, 2010
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

Can I just say I am over it all? I was on the phone with Cablevision this morning because the internet and the landline were down due to the landlords fucking around. Having to call tech support at 6 AM is not my idea of a good time. And yesterday, the blog vanished for part of the day — I am done.

Elsa made solid improvement yesterday — eating a lot, interacting, being very cheerful — and then backslid last night. So we were up and down most of the night, and I”m tired. I feel that the vet has written us off because I can’t afford the expensive treatment. Elsa ate well this morning and is now sleeping peacefully. If I can keep her eating well, I can start working on the other problems.

I finally managed to finish Chapter 13 of POWER OF WORDS the first chapter on Part III, and I’m content with it. Always room for improvement, but there’s a solid foundation. Violet now sits in my lap whenever I work on the computer. Elsa’s illness is hard on her, too, because she adores Elsa. Iris just ignores it all. But Violet is turning out to be quite the little editor.

I’ll probably have to nap in the afternoon. I’m supposed to go to a friend’s place for dinner tonight, and my mom will watch Elsa. I have to make a run to Costco today, and also get in more cat food and maybe get another remedy from the herbal pharmacy.

I truly appreciate all of your support. It makes me feel less alone going through all of this. Sometimes I do feel isolated and that my back’s against the wall here, but all of you help in that a lot.

Hopefully, I can get in some decent writing, too. If I don’t keep that up, I can’t pay the bills. I got a brief note from one of my editors — who I tracked down when he didn’t give me the new information once the company moved, and it makes me paranoid that he’s trying to tell me something — and he said he got the assignment and I’d hear more from him soon. Really, it’s too hard to send out an email to one’s staff saying the company was sold and you’re moving? Come on! I get it if you don’t know what’s going to happen to any of us yet, but at least tell us where you are. If they try to cut our pay again, I’ll quit.

At this point, I’m ready to tell about 70% of the world to go to hell and go live in a cave in Maine somewhere so I don’t have to deal with people anymore.


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Bad News

Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Waxing Moon
Sunny and pleasant

The news about Elsa is very bad. I called the vet, told them what was going on, and they made room in the schedule, saying I had to bring her in immediately. I packed her back in the crate (she was all happy to go on another car trip), and we headed out. The traffic on the LIE was a nightmare as usual, especially the 18 wheelers who think crushing a VW Rabbit is a sport.

We got there –early — and had to wait for an hour (I was early). I sat there with Elsa, reading my book and making sure she was comfortable. She was the only cat there — the room was full of about a dozen rambunctious puppies in for their shots.

When we came in, the vet took one look at her, read the paperwork from the previous night (which, although it was faxed over, was nowhere to be found; however, I made a copy and brought it). She took one look at Elsa and said, “it’s a nasal tumor. It’s growing and will disfigure her and cause her a lot of pain.” She told me I had to go to a state-of-the-art facility in Yonkers where they’d do a series of biopsies and CT scans (under anesthesia) and then a course of radiation therapy. The oncologist won’t even TALK to me until the previous series of procedures are done, which I think is total bullshit. She said her cat had the same thing, and it bought years. I was worried about two things — the cost, and the fact that Elsa is fourteen years old, and that’s an awful lot to put an old cat through. She said Elsa’s age didn’t matter, and that I should sell my car or get a loan or something because “that’s how it’s done.” I felt the latter comment was especially inappropriate. She kept looking at Elsa, shaking her head and saying, “What a shame.”

I admit at that point, I wanted to slap her.

I refrained. I was too shocked and upset. She kept giving me the spiel for this center in Yonkers, ramming it down my throat. Elsa, who went into the exam the way she always does, assuming she’s making a new friend, suddenly bristled — the doc made her person cry and she didn’t like this doctor anymore.

I asked about other options and was told I had none.

I got two kinds of medication, one a 30-day supply of a steriod that should shrink the tumor in her nose and make it easier, at least in the short term, for her to eat and breathe. I was told that the antibiotic she was given at the emergency clinic was dangerous to give for more than 7 days (the vet there told me she’d need to be on it for 3-4 weeks).

I left the clinic in a daze, had a meltdown in the car, sent texts to Costume Imp and my friend G. G. called back almost immediately, and we talked for a bit, so I was able to pull it together and drive home (in horrible traffic and not get squished by trucks).

I kind of feel both stunned and railroaded. First of all, I’m not a fan of invasive procedures. I want to know what my options are, and a timeline. Second, when I was faced with being told that my “only” choice for myself were radiation and chemo, I refused, and here I am, over 20 years later. And I even had insurance at that point, so I would have had a chance at actual treatment — if I got a similar diagnosis now, I couldn’t have treatment, even if I wanted it, because our lack of a health-care system is built on only serving and saving those who are rich, or those who provide a good photo op. I feel that Elsa is 14 years old, she’s never done well under anesthesia, and to put her through nearly a half a dozen procedures under anesthesia before they even got to the radiation concerns me. According to research I did amongst friends, family members and colleagues who’ve been through this, the MOST it ever bought their cat was three extra MONTHS, not years, and the cat always looked at them during the process like, “why are you torturing me?” I don’t want Elsa to suffer, either from the disease or the “cure”.

All of that is separate from the cost, which is also a huge issue. The doctor said the least it could possibly cost was $5K, and it would probably be a lot more. $5K for procedures that will hurt her and frighten her and only buy her three months. If I wouldn’t choose that route for myself, even when I could, should I choose it for my cat? What is the BEST thing to do for HER?

I don’t have the answer to that yet.

What I want to do is do what I’d do for a human member of my family — get a second opinion. I researched holistic/integrative vets for an article a few months ago — I’ll probably pick one of those and set up an appointment in the next few days to see what that doctor says and talk about other options. I’d also like to have a vet close by, rather than hauling Elsa to a clinic that’s an hour and a half away, and where I keep getting a round robin of doctors. If she’s really this sick, she needs a steady medical presence. I’m tempted to go back to the vet who looked after Felicia during her last year of CRF, but their front desk has gotten so rude and the prices skyrocketed so much, that’s why I stopped going. I don’t even know if the vet we all liked so much is still there. And, since they’re not holistically integrated, I don’t think that’s the right choice. If that vet recommends a biopsy, then I’ll take that step and work from there. I’m also going to talk to my acupuncturist (the one who works on racehorses) and a Reiki practitioner who specializes in pets and was on my interview list for the article. A friend and I got rid of Felicia’s tumor with Reiki in 48 hours — to the point where, when I brought her back to the vet two days later and he compared Xrays and the scan, he said if he wasn’t looking right at her and knew it was the same cat, he’d think he was treating two different cats.

What I want are options and information. As I said, I feel I’m being pushed towards something that’s not only hugely expensive, but may not be in Elsa’s best interests. The steriods buy us a little time, as long as I don’t procrastinate.

She’s happy and friendly and purring. The medications seem to make her feel better, although she still sneezes and keeps pawing at her nose. But there’s no bloody discharge any more. She played a little yesterday evening, and wanted to cuddle. She’s eating better, especially if I spoon feed her. The vet said that one reason she’s been eating smaller, more frequent meals is that the tumor makes it impossible for her to breathe while she eats. I discovered that if I spoon-feed her, she can keep her head up, breathe better, and eat more.

I feel I need more information before I can make a good choice for her.

I’m devastated. Elsa jumped into my arms when she was seven weeks old — I had no intention of adopting her, but she’d been rescued by the organization working out of the place around the corner from me in the city where I bought my pet food. She saw me walk past and banged on the window. When I walked into the store, she leapt over the fence into my arms. The proprietor just said, “Obviously, she’s yours. We know you; we don’t need to go through the whole adoption rigamarole. Here’s her vaccination record.” And that was it. We soon found out she was a “special needs” cat with a neurological problem that made it impossible to land on her feet. Five vets told me to put her down, because she’d get worse and worse as she got older. She got cuter and cuter. Elsa and I have been through a lot for the last fourteen years. I want to do the right thing for her.

I’ve cancelled trips to Maine, Seneca Falls, and Canada over the next couple of months, until I know what’s what. I still kept a couple of gigs booked in Philadelphia. I was going to cancel today’s research trip to the city, but my mom’s staying with her, and she’s better today, so why not get everything I need in case I can’t go in a few weeks because Elsa is worse?

Day by day. That’s it. Day by day.

That’s all we can do.


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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Museum of American History, Smithsonian, Washington, DC

Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Waning Moon
Mars Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Zero degrees in my neck of the woods today. At least I don’t have the 52 inches of snow they have upstate, or the 3 feet of snow the family in Maine’s dealing with.

I’m going to swaddle Elsa’s carrier in a blanket when I carry her to the car.

The webhost problems with 1and1.com had me in tears. Basically, with the inability to do my work and the billable hours I lose trying to salvage what I can quickly to do a host move — since everything has to be done by hand, nothing can be copied or moved electronically — I lose my entire income for January. Because of a fucking webhost who refuses to fix the problems they created with an “upgrade” that’s made it impossible to do anything.

Believe me, there will be consequences.

If you are looking for a reliable webhost, 1and1.com is not it. I’ve had almost daily problems with them for over a year. Not only is the lack of service appalling, the refusal to fix the problems is even more so. They know they’ve got me trapped. What’s involved in moving three domains, two subdomains, and tens of thousands of emails is massive. It can’t be done in an instant. They can just sit there and laugh at me and keep taking my money. And send me the same instructions, time and time again, that I’ve already told them DO NOT WORK.

I was in tears for a good part of the day yesterday. I shouldn’t pay to be upset.

I finally have a reliable computer, but I have an unreliable web host, and, since I’m a freelancer, I need BOTH to be reliable. I understand the occasional problem, but almost every day for over a year? Outrageous.

I need to keep track of the time spent on this, and then invoice them for it. At my normal rate.

I still managed to get my column polished and out to my editor, and write, polish, and schedule the SDR blog post for Wednesday. I wrote, polished, and uploaded the post for Jan. 20, too. I updated my software. I backed everything up on Time Machine. I set up the Submission and Pitch Logs for 2010. I followed up on some pitches from 2009, and did some check-ins with maybe-someday potential clients with whom I promised to keep in touch. I got to storage and brought back the ornament boxes, so I can pack up the decorations on Wednesday (in our family, it’s bad luck to take down the decorations before the Twelfth Day of Christmas. It’s considered a sign of disrespect).

Planning to spend some time at the page this morning, before bundling Elsa off to the vet. It’s at least an hour’s drive each way and who knows how long we wait before we’re seen, and probably 30-45 minutes in the office, so I’ve pretty much lost the whole day.

I planned for it, so I’m not behind in the writing. But I hate being away from the steampunk when it’s going so well. I don’t want to lose momentum.

I think I’m getting headaches because I need to get new glasses. Won’t be able to get to the eye doctor for at least two weeks. Sigh.

Tired, tired, tired. Would like to spend a day in bed, but don’t have that option for awhile.

Off to the vet.