Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Waxing Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Cloudy and warm

Just a quick check-in. We are at the apartment to pack some more, finish packing up storage, and do last-minute stuff.

Packing the car yesterday morning was a challenge, but we got a lot in and had a smooth ride up to the house. Unloaded, ran some errands, which included getting a new safety deposit box. The bank down the street doesn’t have a vault, so we had to go one town over, but they are very nice, we got a bigger box, and we’ll share it. It’s in TD Bank, my mom’s bank — I’m starting to think I made a mistake going to Citizen’s Bank — so far, I’m not happy with their service and hoop jumping. Well, if I hate them in a few months, I’ll switch banks. In MA, you can actually do without signing away your first born and making a deal with the Devil, like you have to in order to get an account in NY.

Stopped at the 1875 (76?) Country Store on the way back to town, on Lori’s recommendation. Lori, it’s still cute as a button with some amazing stuff in it. I’m definitely going back to do some of my holiday shopping there. As it was, I bought a stone bracelet designed by a local artist. No, I didn’t need it; but it was lovely and one-of-a-kind, so I bought it! Turns out the woman behind the counter used to create haute couture for rock star girlfriends in NY, and we shopped at all the same fabric places in the garment district — most of which are gone now. She’s getting the backstage bug, so I said she should try hiring in as a stitcher at a theatre she likes — they always need stitchers on staff. If she hates it, she never has to do it again; if she likes it, she can take it from there. Anyway, another NY theatre person to hang out with — I can’t believe how many I’ve found. Seeds of my own company (obliterate that thought). But it’s interesting how we’re all finding each other.

Drove to Hyannis to do some errands (including stocking up on cat food in the house), then stopped at Cooke’s for lunch — buttered scrod, very good. There are fish often-used on the Cape that I need to learn how to cook. It’s not like scrod is all that exotic — I simply don’t use it much here.

Back to the house — raked for a couple of hours. Got most of the front done. Met the neighbors on both sides — very nice, very helpful, said if we ever needed anything, to let them know. The dogs across the street watched and barked. There was some sort of Major Yard Work going on at the green house on the corner with the amazing yard — it better not be empty, because I wanted to be friends with them! Waved at another neighbor and big dog who drove by. Saw one of the Hounds of the Baskervilles — I think he’s a mastiff. Elsa would have been delighted. He was very confused and stopped in mid-bark when I told him what a handsome boy he was!

The yard turns out to be about double the size I thought it was — makes the raking and fall prep work a bit more of a challenge. By the time I’m done, I figure 60-70 of those 30-gallon leaf bags. I’m up for it — I just have to do it in increments, and get a smaller tool to get in around the bushes. Turns out there’s a wagon wheel at the side of the house, so that’s where I’ll grow morning glories and moonflowers in the spring, let them vine right up it. And the vegetable bed is on my property, so I’ll have to decide what to plant there. The tomato/basil containers will be on the deck, as will the rosemary and most herbs, so I think I’ll grow lettuce, beans, cucumbers, pumpkins, and maybe eggplants and peppers. I’ll do flowers in containers.

I don’t have quite the feel of the yard yet, but I’m sure as I work in it the coming weeks, I will. 10 bags of leaves just for the front of the house!

Chatted with the mailman, too. Such fun to get mail in a mail slot in the front door!

Read the papers, put up signs to tell the movers where to put stuff, just sort of hung out. To bed early again.

Up later than usual — it was nearly 6 AM, imagine that! I’ve been waking up at 4 the past month. Yoga, meditation, putting the last few things together to bring back to NY and making sure the house is prepped.

Drive up wasn’t much fun — too much traffic, especially around Providence. Cats were happy to see us, landlords are being asshats (and this is new and different/). Only one neighbor has responded to my leaving announcement, my next-door neighbor, who was very supportive and gracious.

Headed to storage to pack up the last few stray items there, then I will stay up tonight packing as long as I can stand upright. Lara, thanks for the Aleve tip — I forgot I had it. Found four capsules — I’ll take two Thursday and save two for Friday. Advil and Excedrin Extra Strength aren’t cutting it any more, and I can’t function (much less drive) if I take the Canadian pain pills, so I haven’t. Reconfirmed with the movers.

Still have heard NOTHING from Sleepy’s. So — I’ll have a frame and a mattress on Friday, but no boxspring. I’m tempted to cancel the order, but I bet you they wouldn’t give me my money back. Definitely not doing business with them again, and will write to their CEO to let them know exactly why. I’ve bought plenty of beds in my time, and I have NEVER had this much unnecessary hassle. “Mattress professionals”? I think not!

I get to watch my guilty pleasure NCIS LA and get my Eric Christian Olsen fix tonight, but miss the premiere of the new HUMAN TARGET season tomorrow, so no Jackie Earle Haley fix until after I move. Somehow, I think I’ll survive. Honestly, I haven’t missed being without television most of the time. HUMAN TARGET has a new showrunner and has been extensively re-tooled. From the promos, I’m really on the fence about it, but I’ll give it a chance.

I can’t wait to get back into a regular writing routine. The stories and characters are getting impatient and want attention. I’m sure part of it is that the Nano energy is so strong, with so many people writing, but also — I need the daily writing sessions in order to successfully function.

And soon I’ll have them — in my very own brightly lit, comfortable writing room.

Two days until the big move.



Monday, November 15, 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010
Waxing Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Scheduled to post

Roller coaster of a weekend. Packed Saturday morning, went over to the site job for a few hours, came back, packed some more, was in absolute despair by the time I left, wondering how it will all get done. We’re at the point where it’s the weird-sized stuff, that doesn’t really fit into boxes, but the movers don’t want bags, they want BOXES, and large boxes are damn expensive. So it’s sorting what we take in the last carload today and what we can leave for the movers. I feel like I should put a sticker on the car staying “Weird shit” – only, I don’t put stickers on my car.

Went back to the site job, finished the assignment for Confidential Job #1, and also read Yasmine Galenorn’s HARVEST HUNTING. Loved it. Delilah is my favorite of the three Otherworld sisters anyway, and she just grows and learns so much in this book. Loved it, loved it, loved it. Plus, it was nice to read something just because I wanted to.

To bed early, lots of weird dreams, mostly involving actors (which means they must be anxiety dreams about leaving the NY area and Broadway). Up early Sunday, got some writing done (which felt GREAT, I miss my daily writing). After breakfast, headed back to the apartment.

Finished pulling stuff off the PC, was ready to pull the hard drive and dump the PC, then realized I don’t know what the hard drive looks like. So that had to wait. Packed some more, in absolute despair. Bought a bunch more boxes, mailed some stuff, returned library books, announced to the neighbors and a few local friends who know my neighbors that I’m leaving. We’ll see how that goes over. Can’t say as I care all that much — my friends are happy for me, and those who aren’t — I don’t have to deal with them any more.

Back to the site job. Looked up what the hard drive looked like, so I could pull it when I got home. Took care of some other stuff online.

I’m so sad to be leaving this job. It’s one of the few things I will miss.

Worked on the write up for Confidential Job #1 and emailed it when I got back.

Had to go back to the site because I left my cell phone there. Freudian slip much?

Returned a key to another job. Picked up my mom and returned a key to yet another job.

Packed some more when I got home. Cleaned the oven. Played with the cats, who are beside themselves with stress. Stacked the stuff that somehow HAS to get squished into the car today.

Eddie McClintock’s tweets on the Jets/Browns game were so hilarious I got distracted from my packing. Better than the game! Always nice to know that an actor whose work you admire is also funny and smart without a script!

Pulled the hard drive and dumped the old PC. I am now officially PC-free and totally Mac-converted. As my friend Barb says, “I am of the Cult of Mac, and it is good.”

Up to the house early this morning, with the last carload of stuff before the Carload of Cats. Errands, raking, and I bet I’ll be in bed very early. Everything hurts. I can’t wait to take a long, hot soak in Epsom salts on Friday night, with a great glass of wine, some scented candles, and Valerian root before bedtime. Because I”m taking waaaaay too many over-the-counter painkillers, and, in just two weeks, I’ve built up a tolerance. So, after Friday — no more for a few months — just massage, yoga, and my special stress-release bath salts.

Three days, people. Three days.


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Saturday, November 13, 2010
Waxing Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

Got everything on my list done yesterday, although I wish I’d actually gotten more boxes packed. Still, it was a relatively good, although busy day, and, by the end of it, I felt pretty good about it all. Of course, this morning, I woke up worrying I’ll never get it all done in the next five days.

One week from today, I will wake up in my new home. The only things I’ll have to worry about is figuring out my new yoga/meditation/morning coffee/feed the cats/first 1K of the day pattern and if the cable installer will show up. The unpacking process will start, and so will a new life that actually has a quality of life, something that’s been too often lacking here in the last four years.

Six days from today, I will wake up in my new home and prepare for the movers to arrive and unload, and try to get the cats somewhat settled before I shut them in the upstairs bathroom so they won’t get lost.

Five days from today, I probably won’t have gone to sleep, doing the last minute prep for the load-out. It will be a long damn day, loading everything from the apartment down three flights of stairs, through the courtyard and onto the two trucks, going to the storage unit in the next town and loading all that, heading back to the apartment to make sure it’s clean enough, return the keys, get the cats in the car, and drive four hours and change up in the dark. I don’t like driving in the dark, and I don’t like driving when tired, but there’s no choice this time. We have to be up there that night. So, I’ll just be overly cautious.

Closed my bank account with Chase, much less drama than I’d been led to believe, thank goodness. I am done with them, and it is a relief. Chase and Citibank are the reasons I fought so hard for the new banking legislation, which isn’t perfect — Congress allowed too many loopholes that I had suggested provisions to close — but it’s better than what we had.

Spent a couple of hours working in storage, catching and packing stuff that’s wandered over the past year and change. The unit’s in pretty good shape. I need to bring in some more boxes and pack some of the small stuff and the bagged stuff, and then, all they have to do is load. I’m not sure WHEN I’ll get to do it — probably on Tuesday afternoon. But it has to get done. The paperwork is all settled with the storage unit — they are sad to see us go, but happy we’re going somewhere lovely.

Took everything out of the safe deposit box and “surrendered” it; stashed it close and will take it up Monday, open a new box on the Cape, and all good.

Drove my mom to CT, where she’s working for the weekend. She needs the break. Sorted everything out with my editor. Spent an hour pulling stuff off the old computer, filing, doing paperwork. I have three more boxes of floppies to convert and put on sticks, and then the PC is tossed, and I’ve got another old PC in storage I’m also getting rid of. I’m pulling the hard drives out first. I will have so much more room on my desk with just the MacBook!

Packed a few boxes, had dinner with a friend at a local hangout, caught up on everything, had some fun. Drove her home — okay, we were talking, so I nearly got on the highway headed to the house, because that’s now what the car automatically does. But I eventually got her home. Went to bed very early.

Got up early today, will pack a few boxes, spend another hour pulling crap from the PC. I have to be at a site job at 10, where I can do laundry and get some writing done, then I’ll come back here in the afternoon for a few hours to pack, then go back to the site overnight. I hope to finish the assignment for Confidential Job #1 and get a few other things done. Tomorrow morning, I plan to come here for a couple of hours to pack, go back to the job to wind it up once and for all (my last time there, I’m sad), come back here and pack like a crazy woman well into the night, and spend another hour pulling stuff from the PC. The PC will only run for an hour at a time. How did I ever get anything done on it? Appalling.

I have a LOT of paperwork to complete this weekend, because the printer will be packed either late Sunday night or early Monday morning. And it all has to get done.

It will. I’m approaching it the way I approached load-ins and load-outs of shows on the road. You have a finite amount of time and it all has to get done. There are no excuses. You simply adjust your work pace to complete the job in the allotted time. Looking at it in that light also keeps me from getting emotional about anything — no matter how negative things have gotten here, this is the place in which I grew up, and there will always be some kind of tie. I’ve always had a complicated, tumultuous relationship with this place, and, while I’m glad to be gone for good, there’s still the long, shared history here. Dwelling on that will slow me down, and I don’t have the time right now. Treating it as a professional load-out gets it done on time, and then I will deal with the psychological implications — in a novel! Because that’s what writers do.

My friend’s very sick cat had emergency surgery last night. She seems to have come through it okay, and should be home on Monday. Phew! My friend’s been through hell the last few days.

Cablevision gets slower and slower — it’s now worse than the Verizon DSL was at its worst. That will be added to the next invoice, especially since it is in retaliation for the complaint against them to the BBB. Completely unacceptable.And to think how wonderful they were for about a year. Sad, how far they’ve fallen.

Onward and boxward.


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Friday, November 12, 2010

Friday, November 12, 2010
Waxing Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Sunny and warmer

Busy couple of days. Got the car loaded up on Wednesday morning, but, because there were lots of oddly shaped items, it took longer than usual and we didn’t get out on the road until nearly 7. It was still raining, although not too badly. Got to the house around 11, unloaded. Had lunch. Ran some errands, which included things like opening new bank accounts. I’m still keeping my credit union account, of course, but wanted something local, and, fortunately, Chase is not allowed to screw people in MA like they do in NY, so I got to switch banks. It’s much easier to open an account in MA. Chase always made me feel like I was the dirt on the bottom of someone’s shoe because I’m not a rich, thieving financial sector worker. Not to mention the fact that they make up fees constantly, so my bank balance had very little to do with what I spent and more to do with what they felt like taking out. I’m closing the account I have with them today, and I bet you dollars to doughnuts they have a list of fees which means I get a tiny percentage of what I have in the account. They are an awful, awful bank, and I will be happy to be rid of them.

Couldn’t rake because of the weather.

The little Westie across the street sat in the window waiting for his person all day.

Unpacked in the afternoon, cooked in the lovely kitchen, worked on the material for Confidential Job #1 in the evening. Went to bed early again, but slept for nearly 12 hours, which I desperately needed.

Was angry to find that someone tossed an empty beer can onto my front lawn at some point in the night. I don’t know if it was just carelessness, or if they’re testing to see if someone’s living in the house. Cleaned it up. This better not become a habit, or the perpetrator will be seriously sorry he ever drove by the house!

Back on the road by 8 AM, stopped in Old Saybrook at my favorite store, bought a bunch of stuff I don’t really need, but really, really liked, including an oversized nutcracker. Got back to the apartment around 1.

The cats were happy to see us. Spent the afternoon catching up on things. The editor who granted me the extension sent me an email as though we never had the conversation. I kept my temper and reminded him that, just the day before, he granted me an extension and told me it wasn’t a problem.

It was awful to be back here with the noise, the dust, the chaos that the scumbag landlords create on a daily basis.

I have a lot of paperwork to do over the weekend, finish off a bunch of stuff, because there just won’t be time next week.

A friend scored some more of the good boxes for me, so I went to pick them up and drive her so she could pack up her car. Another neighbor across the compound wound up with an overseas letter delivered to him although it was addressed to me — typical of the postal carrier here. Another neighbor wants to put together a big block party in the spring so everyone can get to know each other. I have not yet made the formal announcement I’m leaving, so I just said I thought it was a great idea (which I do; I just won’t be here for it).

A friend laughed and said there’s no way I’ll actually be out next week on Moving Day, and I will wind up coming back and forth until the end of the month. I told her that if it doesn’t fit in the car or the two trucks next week, it’s going in the garbage. Once I walk out the door, I am GONE. I’m not driving back for four hours again for a couple of odds and ends. The only packing I want to be doing when the movers are here is retrieving the stuff that the cats stashed under furniture or that fell behind it. If that means pulling a couple of all nighters next week, so be it. People have offered to help me pack, but I’m sorting and figuring out as I do it, so there’s no way to actually help. It would take longer to explain it than to do it myself. But I do appreciate the offers of help!

I packed some more last night. Today’s agenda included another coat of paint on the window sills, tossing a bunch of stuff from the fridge so I can defrost it, getting some work done in the storage unit to make sure all they have to do is load it up, close the bank account, get the final check for the movers (maybe I should reverse the order of the last two, you think?), clean out the safe deposit box, come back and pack some more, and then have dinner with a friend. There are so many people I’d love to get together with, but just can’t. So they just have to all come up and visit.

A friend’s cat is very ill, so I’m thinking good thoughts for them. I’ve taken care of her many times and she’s a dear, precious soul.

I’m percolating a story idea. I’m trying to figure out the relationships between the characters. It’s nowhere near ready to write down yet, but at least it gives me something to do on the drives up and down.

Cablevision is being spiteful because I complained about them. In addition to refusing to make right when they screwed me a couple of months ago, they’ve weakened the signal, and now, every morning at 3 AM, the cable box switches to “bypass” and i have to reset it. On top of that, the internet connection gets slower every day. Total retaliation because I didn’t just accept their unprofessional level of service.

One week from today, we (including the cats) will wake up in our new home and prepare for the movers to arrive and unload the trucks.

And then I can concentrate on yard work! 😉


Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Waxing Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Scheduled to post — so it must be still dark!

It’s been a challenging few days, to say the least. By Sunday night, I was completely overwhelmed. I’m packing and packing and packing and packing and PACKING and it doesn’t look like anything is getting done. I painted the window sills. They look better, but need a couple more coats.

Got the car loaded up early on Monday and headed back to the house. Driving through SNOW. Yes, the radio chattered chipperly about “light snow showers” — let me tell you, where we were driving, the snowplows were on the road, and it was SERIOUS. Not fun driving, to say the least. I was having fits because I have a perfectly good snow shovel in storage in NY — which doesn’t do me any good on the cape.

Fortunately, it was raining, not snowing on the Cape, so it was all good. Unloaded, unpacked, had a nice restful lunch. I baked an apple galette in the afternoon (we’d bought a big bag of apples and hadn’t had the chance to use them yet). I made up the recipe, and it turned out quite well, if I say so myself! It was a raw, blustery day, very good to stay inside a cosy house baking and reading, which is what we did. I had the stuff with me for Confidential Job #1 and got some good work done on it.

Had an easy pizza for dinner, some nice wine, read some more. Went to bed early. It was a nice, restful afternoon, and much needed.

Definitely ready for the furniture to get up there, though; camping out is losing its luster.

And, of course, no word on delivery on the split box spring from Sleepy’s. Am I surprised? No. Each day that passes just convinces me not to do business with them again. Everything they’re doing is legal — but it’s not, in my opinion, good customer service. They’re no LL Bean, that’s for sure! 😉

Woke up very early, thinking about the garden, on Tuesday morning. Since I’m renting, I don’t want to put too much inground, but I want it to be very distinctive, very much US, and show that, although we may not have a lot of knowledge, we have a lot of love.

And, of course, there will be lots of herbs!

The still room looks great — I have most of my herbs in place, and the oils will go up today.

Yoga, meditation, even had a couple of hours to read before heading back on Tuesday morning. Turns out the Westie who lives across the street also has a Scottie living in the house — saw them walking by this morning. If it wasn’t raining and I wasn’t still in my pajamas, I would have dashed out to play with them. The Hounds of the Baskervilles were reasonably quiet in the night.

We have dogs all around us — the cats will be the Queens, I am sure, of the neighborhood!

Stopped in Mystic on the way back. Got some great condiments at Franklin’s General Store — I fell for their Fudge, big time, it’s different but equally as good at the fudge in Sturbridge — and beach plum jelly, and a few other things. Looked in the garden store — I want to get a few statues in the spring. Picked up a few crystals and some amber oil at Mystical Elements.

Came back to the usual chaos and drama here — the noise, the dust, the harassment – off the charts. Un-effing-believable. No wonder the cats and I are all wrecks every minute we’re here.

Spent (wasted) the afternoon on the phone with this and that service. The renter’s policy we have won’t transfer to MA — Hartford Insurance, totally useless. Car insurance stays with AllState, because we liked them, and wanted to start renter’s insurance with them, too. The woman I spoke with initially was lovely and got the car stuff set up, and then tried to transfer me to someone licensed in MA to handle the homeowner’s who said she’d call me back and well, one knows how well that goes. IF she ever calls back, we’ll see what she offers; in the meantime, I’m looking elsewhere. Set up the new bundle account with Comcast — my only option on the Cape. Actually, they were very nice, offered me a decent deal, are coming to set up when I asked, I have my new landline phone number, pretty happy about it, great number. It’ll be weird not have the phone number that’s been the “Home” number since 1968, but it’s time.

Cablevision was its usual nightmare. I have to TAKE back my box, router, etc. and the damned place is only open 4 hours a day! They can bite me — their customer service just gets worse and worse. They owe me over $300 and now they’re telling me I will owe them a balance? We’ll see what the BBB and the Attorney General has to say about that. I’ll be glad to be rid of them. And to think, when I first started with them, they were awesome. They grew too fast and stopped giving a damn.

Paid some bills, went back to packing like a madwoman, because this morning, it’s another carload up to the house, an afternoon of errands, and, if the weather permits, raking.

M-Day in 8 days. Can’t wait.

I dread driving up –we won’t be able to leave NY until after dark, with screaming cats and a full car — so it’ll be around 10:30 or 11 when we arrive. I don’t like driving at night, but I’ll just do the best I can. And let’s hope it doesn’t rain.

Busy weekend ahead — I have a job.

Onward and boxward, right?


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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Thursday, November 4, 2010
Day before Dark Moon
Uranus Retrograde
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Jupiter Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Rainy and cold

Back from the house. Loading the car yesterday morning was complicated when a skunk darted out from under the car across my foot and I screamed. Fortunately, he just kept running and didn’t stop to squirt me, or, we would have had a delay (to say the least).

Up to the Cape in 4 hours, unloaded, had lunch, drove to Wareham to the Big Box Stores not allowed on the cape — Lowe’s, Target, etc. Target had TVs on sale, but I was too tired to make an informed decision. I did, however, find a lovely white lampshade for the horse lamp. I was literally shaking with fatigue by the time we left — even fueled myself with a Starbucks for the drive back.

Slept for an hour, then went out to tackle the front yard. Had to rake — it was unfair to the neighbors, who are raking, for my yard to have leaves blowing into theirs. Didn’t have the right bags, but made what I had work — 6 large trash bags’ worth of leaves. Discovered the rake I bought sucks — I thought a lighter build would be easier for me to handle, but it’s poorly made, and the handle kept pulling out. So on Saturday, I’m buying a heavier, SERIOUS rake! Live and learn, right?

The front yard looked lovely when I was done. And was full of leaves again this morning, thanks to the pair of oaks in the front yard! 😉 All part of it, right?

I’m not even tackling the back yard yet — it’s a carpet of leaves.

Cooked a lovely dinner, took some more measurements, read part of a book I need to review this weekend (I haven’t even started the assignment for Confidential Job #1 yet, and that’s due on Monday).

To bed early, slept really well, up early, yoga, meditation, baked apple bread this morning, rolled my eyes when I saw the front yard full of leaves again.

On the road just before 8 AM. Bad trip back — rainy, too many idiots driving without their lights on in rain and fog. Made it back around lunchtime, got more boxes. Iris was so happy to see us that she promptly threw up. Niiiiice.

Happy with election results in both NY and MA — those I voted for here got in, and those I wanted to get in where I’ll be living got in. I feel well-represented. And, believe me, those new representatives will know me quite well before long. I’m delighted that Andrew Cuomo got elected Gov. of NY. He was an outstanding Attorney General, his dad was my favorite Governor ever, and he doesn’t take crap from anyone. I think he’ll be really good for NY. Schumer, Gillebrand, and Lowey all got back in — they are very conscientious towards their constituents, as well as being responsive and delightful to work with, As far as the MA races, delighted that Deval Patrick was re-elected, as was Barney Frank (even though he won’t be representing me, I adore him — truly one of the best and brightest we have in DC), and happy that William Keating will represent the district in which I now live. MA Senators were not up for re-election this year — I’m very happy with John Kerry, and Scott Brown will realize he better pay attention quite soon, or he’ll have a migraine, if he goose-steps with his party instead of representing me!

Need to lie down for a bit and give Violet some attention, and then — back to packing.

Diane — gas isn’t too bad, because I know a great place in Rhode Island — fill up going up and coming back, and it winds up being a saving equivalent of a gallon of gas each trip. Plus, I get great mileage on this car.

A nap, packing, and working on my assignments so I actually have some money once the move is complete! 😉


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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Waning Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Up early yesterday, loaded the car, on the road a bit after 6:30. Yes, that’s AM! Not a bad drive up at all, unloaded the car. I went to Cooke’s to get take out fish and chips, so we could eat at home. Love Cooke’s, great food, very friendly, and they’re happy I’ve moved to the area. I’ve been a good customer not living there for several years, so now that I’m in the area . . .

Wound up wrapping the pictures and mirrors in sheets and, those that could fit were tucked into pillow cases. Worked very well. I’m not going to put much on the walls until the furniture is all in and we’ve lived in the space for a bit.

Big Drama for the bed delivery. Mattress up to my room just fine, but they couldn’t get the box spring up either set of stairs. Now, I’ve done load-ins and outs all over the world through much smaller spaces, and I could have gotten it up the backstairs. But they swore they couldn’t, insisted on taking off the back doors to take it up the front stairs, which are smaller and with a lower overhang, so of course, that didn’t work. But, hey, I’m a WOMAN, so what the hell do I know? Their delivery supervisor told me I had to “upgrade” to a split box spring for $100 and then pay another delivery charge. Hell, for what they charged for delivery, they should have effing built me a new box spring right there in the bedroom!

Not lovin’ the Sleepy’s experience so far.

This is not a lilliput house, and there were plenty of beds and box springs much bigger than my fullsize that got up there just fine (checked with the owner). These dweebs simply didn’t know what they were doing.

Sent them away with the box spring, tracked down my sales guy, held my temper, and told him we needed to come up with a solution. To make me feel that Sleepy’s was really customer-oriented would have been to make the switch for absolutely nothing — to me, that would be good customer service. I was prepared for them to continue to be asshats and for me to tell them to refund the money for the box spring and I’d get one elsewhere. We negotiated back and forth and I’m getting my split for $50 and change, no delivery charge. Not the perfect solution, but we each get part of what we want, and that’s what a negotiation is about.

We will see what actually happens — it’ll take about a week for the “special order” split box to magically appear.

This is an acceptable solution, but certainly doesn’t make me want to shop there again. Add to that, the delivery guys were supposed to set up the bed and merely left the mattress, in its wrapping, in the middle of the floor. So I had to unwrap the thing AND drag it where I want it to be.

Like I said, not loving my Sleepy’s experience.

I will, however, carve up and flatten the mattress wrapping to use as a painting drop in the garage when I repaint some furniture. I recycle! 😉

Cooked a nice dinner, relaxed in the living room for awhile, but went to bed early. My mom and I switched rooms, and she’s sleeping on my mattress for now, because, hey, she’s 86 and shouldn’t have to sleep on the floor. I’m perfectly content in my LL Bean sleeping bag.

Up early this morning. The heat works really well. As nervous as I am with having an actual flame in my furnace for gas heat, it heats the space much more evenly than I’ve experienced with oil.

Yoga, meditation, breakfast, watered the grass — the grass seed is growing, it’s so exciting! Found out my neighbors across the street have a West Highland Terrier, which I intend to become good buddies with.

Back on the road a little before 8 AM this morning, smooth drive down, got to the apartment around noon, back into the hell and chaos that is this building. The scumbag landlords are just relentless. We are keeping our lawyer here to continue the fight once we’re gone.

Sent off the deposit to the movers, wandered to City Hall to vote. I don’t like the new ballots as much as I loved the lever machines – one really felt like one VOTED — yes, all in capital letters — with those. I haven’t commented much on races, because I think Senate and Congressional candidates need to be chosen by the people they’re supposed to represent. I have an opinion on some of the people running, especially if I’ve had dealings with them, but unless they’re going to represent ME, I need to shut up about them. So I have. I’ve bitched and moaned plenty privately, but that’s what friends and journal entries are for! I voted for the people here, even though I’m leaving, who I’ve worked with, and who I know do a good job for the people in this region. I don’t get to vote for the people who will represent me where I”m going — but by Christmas, they will all know who I am and what I expect from them. As far as I’m concerned, they are MY employees, and when I don’t like that they do, I will do my darndest to fire them in the next go round, when I’m registered to vote there. And, if they DO listen and represent me well (which doesn’t always mean agreeing with me and doing what I say, but does mean listening to me and giving me valid reasons for going in a different direction, not Politician-speak), I’ll give them my utmost support.

After voting, went to Costco. Stocked up on stuff, left most of it in the car, and will drive it up to the house in the morning. I’m packing the liquor bottles tonight and taking them up in crates tomorrow, along with herbs and stuff from the cupboads, and some other annoying and unwieldy objects that the movers shouldn’t have to deal with.

I’m getting better with the garden hose. I only hit myself once in the head with the nozzle this time, and I’m getting good at coiling it.

The Tending the Dead ceremonies are going well. They’re very easy to do at the house — everything flows naturally. I’m keeping odd and long hours, but that’s just the gig for the next few weeks. I’ve always kept odd and long hours. Theatre, film, and television don’t work on 9-5 schedules. It’s all towards a very specific goal that will make life better, so it’s worth a little discomfort now.

I just feel bad for the cats, especially Violet. It’s really hard on them. I try to give them a lot of attention while I’m here.

Packing like a madwoman, trying to prep for tomorrow. We’re at the point where it looks like it will never get done. It will, I’ve done this before, there’s always those few days of being overwhelmed. Somehow, it all comes together.


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Friday, July 3, 2009

Friday, July 3, 2009
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

I survived! First and foremost, that’s the good news, although I’m exhausted now the adrenalin rush is over.

I got down there early and waited for the truck. It was a darned big truck. My stuff took up about a third of it. There were a few tense moments, and the manager who’s waged the personal vendetta against me for over a year wouldn’t deal with me or even look at me. Fine, as long as I get service. The employees — all new since the last time I was there — who did deal with me were pleasant and friendly (what a shock), and after a bit of a glitch about where to park the truck, we got upstairs, along with a crew of another person who was moving out not only of the same floor, but the same storage line as I was!

There were three guys. They were really friendly and really fast. I’d brought water and extra bags and face masks in case it got dusty. They had the unit unloaded in less than two hours. The other woman moving out had a gorgeous, large antique bureau. She’s moving to Iowa to go to grad school and can’t take any furniture; UHaul said they’d charge her if she left it (and then they’d make more money when they sold it). So she asked me if I wanted it. It reminded me of a wonderful old blanket chest my grandmother had promised me, and then given to someone else when she was annoyed with me for not having a “real” job (in other words, I chose theatre rather than a corporate environment). So I said yes.

I was in a cab by 11:30, headed back to Grand Central. Traffic was awful — creating pedestrian plazas in Times Square and around Herald Square is great in many ways, but it does make traffic worse in the surrounding areas. It took us 20 minutes to drive 4 blocks. Finally, my driver caught a break going cross-town, and I managed to barely catch the 12:10.

Instead of getting off at my home stop, I got off at the stop nearest the storage unit — the train station was only about 3 blocks away. I was glad I caught the 12:10 — as we got off the train a little after 1, there was an announcement about 30 minute delays for all the trains that followed us.

I picked up some more water, and my mom had, at my request, stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts to pick up a dozen doughnuts for the guys. They were stuck in bridge traffic and it was a little after 2 by the time they arrived. But my new unit was right on the ground floor, really simple to unload. They were done in an hour.

I’ve got a lot more rearranging to do in the unit in the coming week, but I am free from UHaul FOREVER. I am writing the letters to the BBB and the Attorney General’s office today to close the case file with the provision that I will only consider it closed and resolved if they do not make any more financial demands on me. Because let’s face it, past precedent shows that they might very well start charging me for an empty unit. I do want it kept on the record that I was a long-time UHaul customer who left because of irregular accounting practices and customer service that was beyond lousy.

As I settled up with my lovely moving guys (who were so happy to be fed and watered, and couldn’t believe I tipped them, too), a woman was in the facility, upset because her movers never showed up ALL DAY and wouldn’t pick up the phone. I told her my guys were awesome — she hired them on the spot to come right over to her house! I was really happy for my crew — it shows that good karma works! They were honest, friendly, reliable, skilled.

Just for the record — I used Binding Price Movers, and I highly, highly recommend them. They will be the first ones I contact for the relocation move. I’m letting their bosses know how great they are, and I’m writing a positive letter to the BBB about the experience.

I came home exhausted but happy, with plenty of things hurting. I’m not wired to stand around while other people work — I hauled my share of boxes — though I let them handle the heavy stuff. They arranged things in the unit so when we do the big furniture swap in a few weeks, I can get at everything that I need. I also found a bunch of stuff I forgot I had.

I’m going to purge a lot in the coming weeks, reorganize and repack. There’s no need to take boxes of stuff on the relocation that I’ll wind up tossing when I get there — because I bet the big move will be by pound, not by hour.

What a weight has been lifted off me! After a year of being charge late fees even when I paid on time, screamed at every time I was down there, threatened, trapped on the storage floor, and the executive office showing no interest in resolving the situation, I am DONE! Not only do I have my stuff consolidated, it’s in an ethical, friendly facility, and, once I fold in the other two units I have there, I’ll be saving money every month by carrying a single unit.

I did very little last night except take a shower, eat dinner, drink some wine and collapse. I am very sore today. But it’s a good sore.

I’ve got some errands to run this morning, correspondence to get out, some discussions to have with an editor, and then I’m spending the rest of the weekend in CT with my friend, relaxing by the pool, reading, and writing. I’m in charge of the food, so I’m packing whatever I need (have wooden spoon, will travel) and swinging by the store for some of the fresh produce on the way. I’m taking reading, writing, and the work for Confidential Job #1, but I’m not going to worry about work.

I will probably be on line — there’s wi-fi there. But I might not feel like using it! 🙂

Everyone, have a great and safe holiday weekend!


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Monday, June 23, 2008

Monday, June 23, 2008
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Mercury DIRECT (as of the 19th – Huzzah!)
Hot, humid, sticky

My goodness, there’s a lot to catch up!

Spent far too much time on Thursday rearranging my storage unit up here in preparation for this weekend’s consolidation.

Worked on the revision of THE MATILDA MURDERS. I needed to do a lot of restructuring, and I was having trouble adding comedy. This is a more thoughtful piece than The Play Formerly Known as Sidekick. I want to give the producer the humor she wants while still staying true to the concept of the show. I’m really struggling with it, and I have to figure out how to unlock it. I know there’s a way; I just haven’t found it yet. Actually, the new name for The Play Formerly Known as Sidekick is Behind the Man. Thank you, Danny! That title captures the era and the themes very well.

Worked on the next adventure for the crew of the Merry – thanks to my actor friend who unlocked the idea with a single comment! The Merry is sailing again, and her crew is getting into some interesting stuff!

I’m letting the monologue sit for a few days before I go back to it.

Got a check from Confidential Job #1 – my last one before the rate cut goes into effect.

Decided on the “stuff” for the HEX BREAKER promo – once I get the cover art, I can see what can use the cover art, and what just needs something simpler with the URL on it. Some of it should be pretty funny. Worked on the webpage for the series, where I can put up excerpts, etc, for the piece.

I had meeting with various “people” about various projects. I was polite, I listened, I had a few things to say, but I truly can’t see anything tangible coming out of it, at least not right now. Which is fine. But none of them were people I’m wild to work with. It was all very “I’m listening, but you’re really not impressing me and I don’t need to do this, so I’m not taking it seriously until there’s money on the table” for me. Sometimes you meet people and there’s instant connection; you know that even if this project doesn’t work out, something down the line will. I didn’t get that feeling here. Still, it never hurts to listen politely.

Was horrified by a TV show that pretends to be about something I know a lot about, but is, in reality, the worst piece of crap in every aspect of the show, that I have ever seen in my life. I won’t even name it, because I don’t want to draw attention to it. Watching the pilot made me ill. I had to leave the room 4 times in the first 20 minutes. And it just kept getting worse. It’s an insult to the world it purports to be about; it is an insult to the actors working on the show. I can honestly say I’ve never watched anything that bad in my entire life, and I hope it vanishes quickly.

Did interviews, was interviewed, ended up being a designated driver for a minivan full of under-aged, over-excited teenaged boys when the (adult) driver got too drunk to drive(swear to God, it was like dealing with bear cubs on sugar), did a reading of an unpublished piece by special request, ate steak for about the first time in a year, did preliminary negotiations for several possible working trips in the course of the upcoming season, caught up with a bunch of people I know, met a whole bunch of new ones, sat up and laughed far into the night about a horrible show we all watched together, and pretty much tried to pack three months’ worth of stuff into 27 hours.

I have a lot of information on the NHL draft, and now it’s about getting into an article or articles, and setting up interviews for training camp time later in the summer. I also have to do articles, over the next few months, on some of my picks from the past years, kind of a look-at-what-they’ve-done thing.

Was tracked down by a friend I haven’t seen in 12-15 years who is now living in Boston, which is really cool, because it means we can hang out occasionally (I hope) after I move.

Tracked down an old friend I haven’t seen since Miss Saigon closed, and am hoping we can get together soon.

Nearly killed myself consolidating storage units and I’m nowhere near done. Four round trips to and from the storage unit in the city to the storage unit up here, in a minivan rented for the occasion. And there is no way in hell what’s left in the one unit will fit into this unit AND the unit I’m keeping in the city. I don’t have time to go through boxes and throw stuff out – it all has to be solved before July 10 and I go back to full-time on The Big Broadway on July 7. I’m going to have to go back in to the city this week and try to repack at least part of the remaining unit, see how many boxes I can fit, and then maybe rent a smaller, auxiliary unit out here, then rent a cargo van and get it out here in a single trip. Also, this week, I’m going to spend an hour a day in the early part of the week going through some of the boxes I moved out here and repacking them and (hopefully) tossing stuff, which means I can fit more boxes in the one out here. I just can’t afford to maintain two units in the city anymore and I can’t afford to hire movers to get everything out here, so I’m Pre-Pitching what I can before the move. The timing sucks, but doesn’t it always?

So I’m unloading the minivan, piling boxes onto the dolly at my storage unit out here. This guy’s pacing in the parking lot, talking too loudly into his cell phone – total cliché, too many gold chains, “F-this and F-that” every other word, tank top with the chest hair fighting its way out (guess I notice now because of the cover art question), real New Yawk accent, it wouldn’t hurt him to hit the gym occasionally. I’ve got the last box on the trolley and I’m locking the van when he says, “You need a hand?”

Typical. Wait until the heavy lifting’s over. “No, I’m fine, thank you.”

“You really oughtta have a guy helping you.”

Not that it’s any of his business and not that one of my guys wasn’t a huge help up until this last load. “I’m fine.”

“You need someone ta take cara you. I’m open for the job.”

“Yeah, like I’ve been so impressed with your behaviour thus far.” And I pushed the trolley into the building.


At least I learned I can drive a passenger van AND a minivan, if necessary. Actually, towards the end of the weekend, I was getting pretty used to the Nissan Quest. And I like the way people get the hell out of the way when you come roaring down the highway in a big car.

Of course, when I’m in a little car, I just give them the finger, but hey, that’s me . . .

Got a check for an article I wrote over a year ago – about time they published it and paid up! At least they weren’t being deadbeat – and they are the reason I have an extra clause in pay-on-publication contracts limiting how long they can hold the article before publishing, or rights revert back to me. In other words, no more holding it for a year. If I write it within the two assigned weeks, you can damn well publish it earlier than a year down the road AND PAY ME, or momma doesn’t write for your publication any more. Live and learn.

Going through stuff from the storage unit is disconcerting. Some of it – well, it’s like Christmas. There are items with deep meaning, history, and specific stories attached, and it’s delightful to reconnect, even if I have to repack. Some of it – I look at it and wonder who was the woman who packed these things seven years ago? Of course, at the time, I expected to have things in storage for three months, but life took some unexpected turns. But it’s a strange sensation. .

And, scrubbing down in the shower after everything, I felt like I was never going to get the dirt, dust, and grit off. Ick.

I have a kazillion errands to do this morning before I can get back to writing, and a truncated writing day, because the show schedule’s switched, and we now play on Mondays.

I will go up to Maine towards the latter part of the week to see my grandmother. She’s holding on, but that’s about it. I want to make sure I see her.


Devon’s Bookstore:

5 in 10: Create 5 Short Stories in Ten Weeks
by Devon Ellington. This ebooklet takes you from inspiration to writing to revision to marketing. By the end of ten weeks, you will have either 5 short stories or a good chunk of a novella complete. And it’s only 50 cents, USD. Here.

Writing Rituals: Ideas to Support Creativity by Cerridwen Iris Shea. This ebooklet contains several rituals to help you start writing, get you through writer’s block, and help send your work on its way. It’s only 39 cents USD. (Note: Cerridwen Iris Shea is one of the six names under which I publish). Here.

Full Circle: An Ars Concordia Anthology
. Edited by Colin Galbraith. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other pieces by a writers’ group of which I am a member. My story is “Pauvre Bob”, set at Arlington Race Track in Illinois. You can download it free here:

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