Thursday, May 19, 2011


Terraced border in the back yard

Thursday, May 19, 2011
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Waning Moon
Rainy and cool

Yesterday was about working on PR for the ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT release. That’s pretty much what I did all day long — sending out requests, press kits, preparing guest blogs, etc. I also put together the info my publisher asked for, since I’m going to be in June’s “Author Spotlight”, and got some other information to the Write Angles Conference, where I’ll be teaching in person in October.

I did some prep for the class starting on Monday, but didn’t get to spend enough time on the current workshop, which I will have to make up for today.

Finished up the grocery shopping. Picked up a small rosemary and a small golden-edged sage (which is beautiful). Planted them, along with oregano seeds, in the large pot they will share this summer. Started pruning the lilac outside — an a five foot branch broke off in my hand! I’ve got it standing in a bucket of water on the deck, and I’m going to find out if there’s a way I can save it and root it. I planned to take cuttings and use root hormone to see if I could start a few new plants from this one, but I didn’t expect such a big branch to come off.

Also unpacked three boxes from the upstairs storage area, all soft goods, and put them through the laundry.

Didn’t get enough writing done. Must also make up for that today, and I’ve got a “phone date” at 11, with a friend who wants to brainstorm.

The Black King Eggplant got its first blossom! The indoor strawberry also has a blossom, and the male holly is blooming. We’re finally getting our spring!

Seriously, though, I cut some lilacs to bring inside — it’s so nice to have cut flowers from our own garden.

Back to the page, trying to catch up, before phone stuff and heading to the nursery to see what I can do to save the lilac.

One of these days, it’ll be dry enough to mow. In the interim, if anyone asks, I’m growing a prairie on the front lawn! 😉

Devon

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Waxing Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Mostly sunny and cold

I went to Dunkin Donuts and brought back breakfast yesterday morning (their ham, egg & cheese on an English muffin is surprisingly good). Morning was spent sorting out the stove repair man, who is set to come at some point today, getting recommendations on doctors for my mother and a new, local insurance place. Ran errands, which took us longer than we’d have liked, but, since we have to drive everywhere, that’s the way it goes. The holiday cards are all mailed — I do have to get the rest of the packages wrapped and out.

Looking for some very particular almanacs that neither Borders nor B&N had (I already knew most of the independents wouldn’t have it). Lavender Moon would probably have it, or I’ll have to order online.

Bought a small rosemary tree at Trader Joe’s. It’s in my office now, but rosemary needs a lot of sun, so I think I’ll move it up to my bedroom. Rosemary is my go-to herb — I use it for many, many things, culinary, medicinal, atmospherical. It resonates very strongly with me. So my garden will have lots of rosemary, and this seemed like a good head start. When it’s warm enough, I’ll take this outside.

What a difference clean air in the house makes! Not only do I feel much better, I’m getting up early again, more focused, and productive, but the house is heating more efficiently. That makes no sense, but it’s true. Somehow, the gathering CO was affecting the heat and the house felt cold all the time. Now that it’s clear, the house feels the right temperature. Or maybe we just felt cold all the time, because of the poison. We didn’t even know what was happening — I mean, you could read how the tone of the posts was changing, but I didn’t know why I was feeling so out of it all the time. It’s a very distinct feeling — it’s that balancing on the edge where you think you’re getting the flu, sort of, but it’s not really flu-ey, and your whole body feels very, very heavy and everything is an enormous effort. There’s also a sense of disconnect that has very little to do with reality. And disinterest. Now that I have that sense memory, I’ll recognize what it means. Hopefully, it won’t ever happen again.

I hope the stove repair guy can fix everything. I don’t like being without a stove. Microwave dinners are not my idea of a good time anyway, but when I have a great kitchen, I want to use it. And it’s set the holiday baking back significantly. Not to mention with Yule and Christmas Eve/Day/Boxing Day, New Year’s Eve/Day and the Twelfth Night party, there’s a lot to do.

In spite of all this, I wouldn’t want to give up my gas stove, and, when I look to buy, a gas stove remains one of the items on which I’m not willing to compromise. I’m enlightened to the necessity for good CO detectors, but the risk is worth it for the difference in cooking quality, and the fact that I don’t like to be helpless when the electricity goes out. I’m still getting used to a gas furnace for the heat, but I must say, it’s more energy and cost efficient than oil, and I really like the quality of the heat.

There’s a group of crows who visit every morning. They’re not enough to be a “mob” — they usually number between five and seven. But they visit every morning while I’m working here, and let me know, during the day, when someone approaches. Since we don’t have a doorbell, it works. 😉

More work on the article — today is the deadline for my sources to get back the information so I can integrate it into the article and prepare the sidebar with bios and photos. I still need to get a manuscript out to a potential publisher and get some other fiction done. I need to organize and prioritize a stack of projects, get them revised, and OUT. I’ve been sitting on too many projects that are close to finished while I work on new stuff, and I need to get those that are close done and out, because they’re weighing me down. And new opportunities keep opening up — I don’t want to blow them.

Hopefully, I can get the insurance and plates sorted in the next few days (along with the stove) and then spend some time in the antique shops on Rt. 28, finding a curio cabinet and a pair of end tables.

And, of course, I have to keep unpacking. Those boxes won’t unpack themselves. I’ve asked them, believe me; but they just sit and stare at me!

Back to the page.

Devon