Thursday, June 9, 2011


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Thursday, June 9, 2011
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Cloudy and humid

Late start this morning. I overslept. Well, I woke up at 4:30 and said to myself, “No way in hell am I getting up at 4:30”, rolled over and overslept. The cats were not amused.

Yesterday was busy, first in CT, and then heading home. I wrote a couple of pieces, including the Lit Athlete column, and got it out for the next issue. We managed to get on the road a full hour earlier than expected, which was a huge help. Traffic to New Haven was still a nightmare, but then it was smooth sailing to Mystic, where I stopped to pick up a garden stake I’ve had my eye on for nearly a year and some crystals for the vegetable bed. And some of my favorite sauces from the Franklin General Store. I tossed a few gallons of gas into the tank in Rhode Island, and then stopped in Wareham to get buckets and spray paint, etc., so I can finish the furniture that needs repainting. Black gloss is just easier to deal with in spray paint. It’s a shame I have to redo the bureau anyway, but when I taped the drawers shut for the move, it ripped off all the paint I’d put on thirteen years or so ago when I hauled the bureau in a cart from the Salvation Army to my Times Square apartment, stripped it down, and repainted it! So, I’m just going to sand it and repaint it in black gloss again. The pseudo-Asian lines of the piece look better in the black gloss rather than a more natural looking stain. And, of course, I needed more buckets! 😉

Got home a little after 8 PM, opened all the windows, checked the garden, cooked dinner, unpacked, etc.

We have an eggplant! Yes, on the Big King eggplant, the blossom turned into an actual eggplant! It’s tiny — I’ll post the photo on Saturday’s garden journal entry — but it’s an eggplant. So excited!

Bruins won Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Final last night against Vancouver. After the hit on Nathan Horton by a Vancouver player in Game 3 that’s knocked him out for the rest of the series, it was about time Boston got their act together. Horton’s one of “my” boys — I was there when he was drafted and have been following/writing about his career ever since. So I was furious about that hit, which to me, did not seem like a legit check, but a deliberate attempt to neutralize one of Boston’s best players. There are ways to combine the two, but, from a viewer standpoint, this wasn’t one of them. The League’s not too happy with the Vancouver player, either, so we’ll see what happens.

Anyway, got a late start, but caught up on the garden, the the plants were perfectly happy not to be fussed at for a day. As a friend of mine put it, “Plants have been growing on their own for thousands of years. You can back the fuck off sometimes.”

Point taken! But tell that to my neighbor! 😉

I’ve got a lot to do in a finite amount of time today, because I’ve got a meeting for the Mermaid Ball this evening. I wanted to bake for it, but it’s too sticky, so I’ll get some cookies or something.

It’s a full 20 degrees cooler here than it was in CT, thank goodness. We’re supposed to have thunderstorms tonight, but it looks and feels like they’ll happen at any moment. I’ve got a lot of running around to do today, in terms of cat food and going to the dump, and prepping for the fire department inspection tomorrow, but it should all be good.

Onward, and must spend some time on the page!

Devon