Fri. July 10: Die for Tourist Dollars Day 52 – Dealing With The Inner Five Year Old

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Friday, July 10, 2020
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Foggy and humid

It’s getting hot and humid, although nowhere as bad as it could be.

I got the garbage to the dump yesterday; timed well, not a lot of people, everyone masked. Then went to a grocery store that few tourists visit. Few people, plenty of room, everyone masked. Not hard to get in and out quickly.

Of course, in the tourist-centric areas, they’re acting like college students from the 1980’s on spring break.

You know what these reckless, selfish twatwaffles remind me of? Back in the 1980’s, when the AIDS epidemic was in full swing, some straight men used to pressure women for unprotected sex as proof you loved them enough to risk getting AIDS. It was a badge of –something, it sure wasn’t ‘honor’ —  to see how many women they could put at risk.

It didn’t work on me, but plenty of women I knew succumbed. Several got sick and died.

Because, as women, too often we are told we should be willing to “die for love.”

There are plenty of ways I’d do just about anything in a mutually committed, passionate relationship, but risking AIDS (or risking COVID) aren’t on that list. Not to mention if the guy actually LOVED the woman, he wouldn’t demand she should “prove” anything by putting her life in danger that way.

Toxic, all the way around.

Home. Full disinfectant protocols.

Then, my inner five year old took over and I didn’t wanna. It was triggered by something (someone) very specific and is an indicator of a lot more going on, none of which is appropriate to discuss publicly.

Eventually, I just sucked it up and got the work done. Because, ultimately, being a professional means showing up and doing the work, while holding boundaries and dealing with issues in a competent, cordial, professional way.

That didn’t stop me from enjoying cocktail hour when I was done!

I was too wiped out to do any coursework, which means I have a LOT of it to do today and this weekend.

I have the shape of the article that needs to go out next week done, and how I have to fill it out. And got out three LOIs.

I don’t work well in humidity, and there’s no air conditioning here, so I’m dragging a bit.

My mother isn’t feeling well, which is also worrying. Let’s hope with some rest and over-the-counter medications, she feels better.

I have to do some client work, including a stats report, this morning, get out some more LOIs, make a pharmacy run and a library run, and get my coursework done.

The past few days haven’t been good for fiction, and that has to readjust. But writing in longhand first thing in the morning, like I did yesterday and today, is helping get that back into focus.

I need to get some cards and letters written this weekend, too.

Anyone who remarks on “all the extra time” I must have during the pandemic is going to get a big ole smack right upside the head.

Absolutely loved Vivien Chien’s DEATH BY DUMPLING, and have started DIM SUM OF ALL FEARS.

Lilith St. Crow has been tweeting tales of her neighbors the past few days that make me laugh until I have tears running down my face (for all the right reasons).

Have a great weekend, friends.

Fri. June 12, 2020: Die For Your Employer/Die For Tourist Dollars Day 25 – I Was “That One” Unfortunately

Friday, June 12, 2020
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Rainy and humid

The writing has not gone well this week, and that’s sent me off-balance in everything else. I have been frustrated and angry and unproductive on too many fronts.

At least yesterday, I got in some decent client work, got out some LOIs, and participated in a lively Freelance Chat.

The two books recommended to me that I bought the other day turn out to be written in present tense, so that’s a no-go for me. Not returning them, though, because the authors should get their royalties. That was me going on a recommendation instead of actually reading a sample before I bought, and on me.

Read a charming book by Elizabeth Hunter called SUDDENLY PSYCHIC. I liked it a lot, especially the friendship among the three women.

I also finished reading Lilith St. Crow’s novella about a kangaroo shifter and a witch, set in LA, which was really fun.

The vendor of the missing package sent the daily email swearing it would be delivered last night. Of course, it wasn’t. I pitched a massive fit and got a refund. Because asking nicely all week to get a solution to this problem did nothing. I hate being “that one” who pitches a fit, but customer service reps just shrug and say there’s nothing they can do. Then they’re not “customer service” reps – they’re representing the business interests, not helping the customer. So I was relentless, until I got the refund. Well, partial refund. This company never gives full refunds.

They told me to go ahead and keep the stuff when it arrives, but it’s never going to arrive, so I won’t worry about it.

Which is fine. It was stuff I wanted, that was both useful and would give me pleasure. It wasn’t necessities.

So let the package sit on the truck for damn ever and not be delivered. My money’s been returned, and I’m done.

UPS has made ONE BILLION dollars in profit so far this year, according to the report TDU got their hands on. They made a killing (pun intended) during the pandemic.

They can damn well drive a package 11 miles in a week.

Hell, with that kind of profits, they could hire a private driver and get it personally delivered.

So, yeah, losing my business won’t hurt them one little bit. But not doing businesses with companies who use them will make my life less stressful.

PS — I got the daily email from the vendor, again swearing the package would be delivered today. I just laughed, and moved on with my day. Never gonna happen. It will never be delivered. At this point, I’m okay with it. I’ll just ignore the emails. Not delete them — I’ll keep them as evidence. But not actually expect the delivery and rearrange my day for it.

The Narcissistic Sociopath is having one of his hate rallies In Tulsa, OK on Juneteenth. The date and location of the 1921 race massacre.

Of course it’s deliberate.

What a loathsome individual.

At the same time, I am not participating in the social media campaign to send him hurtful photos on his birthday. That’s mean to be mean, and demeaning to everyone involved. I won’t do it. Or support it.

Still no local coverage of Tuesday’s processional. The lack of coverage in itself is racist. Typical for this area.

Today, will try to get back on track with the writing. If the storm clears out and the light is good enough, some mending or sewing. By the time I was done on the computer yesterday, the clouds had come in, and the light wasn’t good enough for sewing. Let’s hope this weekend is better. I’m eager to see if I retain any of those wardrobian skills. I was never a brilliant stitcher, but I’m better at building from scratch than at alterations.

Still haven’t found the catalyst for the Susanna Centlivre play. Need to do some more digging. The book I have isn’t helping as much as I thought it would.

Onward, one word at a time. Best we can do.

Have a great weekend. I didn’t do so well with my intent this week. So let’s hope it gets better next week.

Fri. June 5, 2020: Die for Your Employer Day 18 – Local Disappointments

Friday, June 5, 2020
Full Moon/Lunar Eclipse
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Cloudy and humid

We sort of skipped spring this year, and are getting right into summer.

I went to Country Gardens yesterday to pick up some plants, and it was not a good experience. I couldn’t find what I wanted, the plants weren’t in particularly good shape (which is unusual; they usually have outstanding plants). But the worst was that too many people were either running around without masks or being Sliding Mask Skanks, with their mask down around their neck.

The older white women were the worst. Masks around the neck, getting into the employees’ faces, playing Lady of the Manor ordering around the serfs.

They should have been kicked out.

The fact that they weren’t means that Country Gardens is putting profit over the health and safety of both employees and customers. So I won’t be back any time soon. Losing my business won’t hurt them; they’re busy enough. But in the next wave, when enough contact tracers find them on the list, maybe it will matter.

Not putting my life in danger to buy a couple of pots of petunias.

I’m all for shopping local over box stores. But when the local businesses practice and advocate what is counter to what I believe is right, I’m not spending money there. Conscientious consumerism means deciding WHICH local businesses get my money. If an artisan in another part of the country walks the talk more in alignment with my beliefs, I will support that individual over someone down the street who’s an ass.

Besides, the petunias looked terrible. And they didn’t have any six packs of small marigolds.

I considered going to Mahoney’s, but wanted to check their hours and policies. As I suspected, they “strongly encourage” a mask, but don’t require it.

Nope. Not going there.

I’ll do without marigolds.

I might try going to Scenic Roots in Sandwich. Supposedly, they are following the protocols, and I’ve always had positive shopping experiences there.

Came home, followed full disinfectant protocols, and then replanted everything I’d bought: basil, lavender, thyme, chives, nasturtiums, a single mortgage lifter tomato plant, parsley. Repotted the tomato seedlings (with the basil). Planted some eggplant seeds and cherry pits. Should have planted more, but by then, I was too damn tired and the morning was gone.

Disinfectant protocols are time consuming.

But it beats the alternative.

Participated in the Freelance Chat, which was fun.

Willa was out in the playpen for the repotting, and she loved it. She had the best time. I took Tessa out in the playpen in the afternoon and she hated it. Cried and cried, upsetting the other two. It was heartbreaking.

She loves to be outside, but we have such a hard time getting her back in that she has to be in the playpen. But she hates the playpen, because she’s used to being able to roam around on the deck. So she can’t go outside for awhile. It makes me sad. But I can’t risk her running away because she’s upset and doesn’t want to come back in.

Finished reading STEELFLOWER by Lilith St. Crow. Loved the world building and the characters. Sad for her (and for us, her readers) that piracy destroyed the series.

The problem with a Lilith St. Crow book is, as you as you sigh in the pleasure of finishing a really good book, the immediate need to read another of her books strikes, or there are withdrawal symptoms.

Plenty of things I should have done yesterday. Didn’t do any of them, so will have to catch up today.

It’s a lunar eclipse during four retrogrades – the only thing I’m doing off property is the curbside pickup for my library book.

There’s plenty that needs to be done in the house, in the yard, and on the computer.

Of course, because I have no time for new ideas, I got a new idea while baking the brandy-currant-sour cream pound cake from the Moosewood recipe. Paranormal romantic comedy/mystery around a haunted bakery. The idea has to get in line, although I’ll make notes.

It’s supposed to be a nice weekend; let’s hope they’re right. Have a good one, in spite of the Sociopathic coward who built a fence around the People’s House.

The new case numbers are going up again in the state, but the powers-that-be are ignoring them and moving forward with reckless re-opening.

Best wishes for a peaceful, healthy weekend.

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Thurs. June 4: Die For Your Employer Day 17 – Trying to Find a New Rhythm

Thursday, June 4, 2020
First Day of Full Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and humid

There’s a post over on Gratitude and Growth about the progress of the garden.

If you didn’t get a chance to read the blurb for THE BARD’S LAMENT, hop on over and read it. I had a decent writing session on it yesterday after a rough start. Last night, I figured out how to up the conflict and potential heartbreak.

Onsite at a client’s yesterday. I went very early yesterday morning, to minimize the time we were all in the office at the same time. It was fine; we got a lot done and planned for the next few weeks, as things are starting to open up again. We are taking precautions, although there is one person who I don’t feel is being cautious enough. So I’m keeping more than 6 feet away, whenever possible.

We discussed how I’ll work remotely again the week of my surgery. Since I have to be in complete isolation once I take the COVID test to the time I enter the hospital, it makes the most sense. It takes a huge amount of pressure off me.

Came home, followed the disinfectant protocols, and was back at my computer in time for Remote Chat, which was fun. Also got some advice on how to make those photos work on the Square store. I’ve followed every set of instructions, and it’s just not working. I’ll have to keep trying. The ratio should adjust it, so I don’t understand why it’s not.

Comcast sent me a text saying they would cut me off if I didn’t pay my bill by June 30. I have not received a bill. I pointed out that psychic billing doesn’t work. I’m happy to pay my bill, but they have to actually SEND ME A BILL. I’m not doing autopay. That means they make up and amount and pull it multiple times from the bank. Been there. Not doing that again. They cannot be trusted with my bank information. I am happy to send them a check. But I need a detailed bill. I want to see what illegal charges they’re trying to pull off.

I loathe Comcast. They need to be broken up. Every place, even the most rural area, should have a choice of at least three providers, who aren’t allowed to set rates amongst themselves, but actually compete. No one company should hold a monopoly. Technology is now a necessity, like any other utility. Make Comcast follow the regulations. Stop letting them do whatever they want.

Started reading Lilith St. Crow’s STEELFLOWER and really like it. I’ve owned that book for ages, and haven’t had a chance to read it before. I believe it’s the first of a series, so I have more of these characters to enjoy!

My Goddess Provisions box arrived, and it was wonderful. It’s such a joy, every month. The incense this month, the cute little socks, the lip balm, the selenite, the astrological planner, everything is great.

You ever have that person in your life, the one who floats balloons of inappropriate comments and racist agendas? When you push back, the individual backs down; if you don’t, the person keeps pushing to reveal the real self.

I have one of those in my life right now. I’m pushing back. And every time this person makes such a comment, I lose more respect.

I am in the process of removing this person from my life, but it can’t just be a clean, immediate cut. I have to be diplomatic about it.

I may do a run to the garden center (masked, of course) to get a few things I need to work in the garden this weekend. I’m hesitant, because yesterday? Driving to and from the office? I saw ONE person, on a bicycle, masked. No one else driving, walking, or working was masked. Plenty of them were in groups, and not distanced. This attitude that they’re bored with the virus and are therefore going to ignore it is going to get people killed.

The MA numbers were up significantly yesterday from the day before.

Honestly, I don’t trust the customers at the garden center to follow the rule of masking or distancing. But I’ll see. If I’m uncomfortable, I’ll leave.

Tomorrow, I have an appointment for curbside pickup at the library. That’s my only outing. It’s a full moon with an eclipse and four retrogrades. Not pushing my luck beyond the single book pickup. It was good to talk to one of the librarians again, though. I’ve been in touch via email, but she said it was good to hear my voice. I asked her to give my love to everyone there.

I have writing, client work, yard work on the agenda today. I need to do some more work on the Topic Workbooks and the old Cerridwen Iris Shea material. Maybe start the book for review.

Over the next few days, I also want to get the mending done, some sewing done, and purge more boxes from the basement.

I am in daily contact with my elected officials about what’s going on in the bigger picture, and I’m working on some proposals. We all have different roles to play in this, along with voting.

I hope I’ll have a good few days and up my output on THE BARD’S LAMENT. And maybe, just maybe, get a bit done on BALTHAZAAR. I need to get back into the rhythm again, of both those worlds.

Hope you have a great day.

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