Thurs. Aug. 13, 2020: Die For Tourist Dollars Day 85 –Hoping for A Quiet Day

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Thursday, August 13, 2020
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Hot and humid (still)

The promised thunderstorms still haven’t arrived.

Hop on over to Gratitude and Growth for the latest on the garden.

Yesterday was more positive than negative, which was a good thing.

Early on, after watering and the first session out on the deck, I got out some requested materials to a potential new client. We’d talked, a few months back, about a big job, but that was put on hold due to the financial crisis; however, they’re interested in me for a smaller gig between now and November. They needed some materials, which I sent off.

Went on site for a client. Had the office to myself for most of my stint, which is the way it should be. One co-worker was there for a bit, but we followed protocols. Someone else showed up to pick up something – there were some mask issues that were resolved. The client called, on her way back from an illegal large social gathering, coming directly to the office.

So I left.

I am not putting myself and my family at risk like that.

Home, decontamination protocols, got set up for Remote Chat.

Was interrupted by my landlord. We had a good conversation. We are working out a temporary lease extension, so at least I don’t have to stress about pulling off a move by the end of October in the middle of a pandemic. It gives me a little breathing room, to put it together the way it needs to be done to be one move, not a series of moves over several months.

I still have a lot to get sorted out in the coming months, but at least I know we won’t be out in the street in autumn.

There’s going to be work done on the house, and everyone will have to follow safety protocols. We will finally get the new furnace in . . .sometime.

I was relieved, and yet also felt like I’d been hit by a truck and was wiped out for the rest of the day. I decided I could give myself the afternoon off and then get back to it today.

The big check from a big job I did a few months back, where I was chasing the payment, finally arrived. What a relief.

To treat myself, I ordered a baguette pan and a Vietnamese Phin filter. Also got my calendars ordered for next year.

Read the third book in the series by that author about whom I’m on the fence. Didn’t like it. The protagonist behaved like a whiny, spoiled brat for the whole book. So I’m done with that series.

Absolutely loved Kamala Harris’s speech yesterday. I hope they keep attacking the GOP Platform of Death.

Up early this morning, watering by moonlight, because sunrise gets later and later (as it does, during this portion of the year).

I’m still exhausted and weepy – cried twice before breakfast. No good reason for it, just exhausted by the past months.

LOIs, client work, article work, work on BARD are all on today’s schedule. I need to do a drop off/pick up at the library, and put my check in the bank. Need to clean out some more boxes (or, at least one) this afternoon, and maybe cut out a pair of pants I want to sew.

I have a hankering to take another look at MURDER OF A MELANCHOLIC. I put that series aside for a bit, because of other, more pressing deadlines, but it’s been calling to me.

Still noodling on the new idea. I’ve figured out some key points and themes. But I don’t know where to set it yet, and that will have so much to do with it. Maine? Vermont? Upstate NY? Western MA? Until I get the setting settled, so to speak, a lot is still up in the air.

Hoping for a quiet, productive Thursday. Peace, friends.

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Saturday, April 16, 2011


Skunknett Wildlife Sanctuary

Saturday, April 16, 2011
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde

I found the Skunknett Sanctuary, totally by accident.

I’ve been searching for it for months, and could never find it. Yesterday morning, I was on my way back from Osterville, took a turn to avoid a blocked road, and found it. Cue screeching tires and a U turn in the middle of a small road. Imagine that! Of the three near-by Audubon Sanctuaries, it’s the closest, and the wildest. And it has a holly trail, which made me very, very happy.


I love the moss down the right side of the path here.

Hop on over to Gratitude and Growth to read what I’m learning during my “Mornings on the Porch.”

I spent most of yesterday on the second round of edits. The first time through was dealing with the notes directly. Then, I went back and started reading it through more slowly, to see if I missed anything. I’ve caught a couple of inconsistencies, which I’ve fixed. I will send it off to my editor today, so she has it on her desk when she starts work on Monday.

Spent time on the workshop. Colin’s right — it’s amazing how different the dynamic is from workshop to workshop. Two of the most committed, positively dynamic groups I’ve had were in the last One Story, Many Voices class and the Unsticking Your Book class. Not only did they have a deep commitment to the work and take joy in it, they fed off each other’s energy in the best possible way. They all made each other better, which is the way it should be. I may be the leader of the expedition, but they’ll only get out as much as they put in. I set out the expectations at the top of the workshop, often in very harsh terms. Either stay and step up, or leave. I expect A LOT from the students. Having taken quite a few online workshops at this point, I know how often teachers just talk “at” students, or, when the students post work and the teacher just offers something vague. I put a LOT of individual time and effort into each student’s work, and I expect them to apply the notes moving forward. Tomorrow, I wind up this workshop. Because the moderator stated that the loop would remain open for a few extra days to give people a chance to download/print off information, several of the students stated they would just post the last few exercises “next week.” Uh, no. Tomorrow is the last day of the class. You post it today, the day it’s due, I will comment tomorrow, and then I am not commenting on any more. I am paid through TOMORROW, not through the end of next week, and I have other commitments. Some of the students are great. Some of them have such a lack of respect for my time and and a lack of commitment to the work that I find it appalling.

Finally found some pretty lace curtain panels in the stuff that’s still packed. I knew I’d accumulated all styles and textures of curtains over the years; it was just a case of finding the right ones. These are so sheer they are barely there — almost gossamer. They’ve got a delicate pattern of leaves and springs of flowers. I had four panels, a pair for each set of windows. Amazing how much just that simple addition softens the lines of the windows and perks up the room.

The moonlight coming through was amazing last night. It will be a full moon tomorrow, and it was so light, I could read by it.

Of course, it meant the cats were up running around and playing all night.

Today, I’m finishing up the edits and trying to get some work done in the yard before tonight’s rain storm. It’s still too cold to put in the pansies. In fact, Mahoney’s emailed a frost warning, suggesting people put blankets over anything that’s in the ground. Um, like fleece? Velour? Wool? Confused.

The bulbs and daffodils seemed to have survived the night without too much stress.

The house pixies are at it again. The lights in the laundry room turned on all by themselves. AGAIN. I’m meticulous about turning out lights behind me, and, when I did the laundry last week, I turned back halfway up the stairs to double check, and they were out. I was in the still room a couple of days ago,and they were out. My mom went down to get something this morning, and they were on. Maybe they think, because the hamper’s full, it’s time for me to do laundry again? 😉

Devon