Friday, June 04, 2004

Friday, June 4, 2004
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Chiron Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde



Errands this morning, which included getting the Daily Racing Form for tomorrow, buying lottery tickets, and picking up Felicia’s food from the vet.

Sports writers seem split between Smarty Jones as a lock on the Triple Crown and another horse being a spoiler. I think Rock Hard Ten wants it badly – the horse, more than his humans. Rock Hard Ten is a smart horse, learns from day to day. I want him to be a Big Horse – only not tomorrow. I want Smarty Jones to win the Triple Crown. I’m terrified a horse will break down in the race.

One of my favorite two year olds, Lunarpal, is running at Churchill. He won the Three Chimneys Juvenile on Derby Day, and I think, if he keeps on track, he may be a contender for next year’s Derby. It’s always rash to look ahead that far – few horses who do well early in their two year old careers are sound enough to make it. I hope Lunarpal is one of them.

Hockey game was good last night. Calgary won, 3-2, in the first overtime. Martin St. Louis scored a goal for Tampa in the final 30 seconds of the first period, which was terrific. The teams played a tough game, but a good one, which I liked. In other words, I’m not going to bitch and moan about any of the hits. Both goaltenders were excellent. Both teams around them are showing the wear and tear, both physically and emotionally. I really don’t know which team I want to win. I know I’ll feel terrible for the team that doesn’t.

Calgary could win at home tomorrow night. Of course, I want Tampa to win tomorrow’s game so that there will be a Game 7. But it will take an enormous toll on the guys. And I feel selfish for wanting it.

Went to Old Greenwich to play with the dogs and have lunch with a friend. Unfortunately, we lunched on crab. I didn’t even think. In the past few years, I’ve developed an allergic reaction to seafood – but only in this area. I can eat it all I want in Maine, Cape Cod, and New Orleans. But I eat it around here and I’m horribly, horribly ill. I don’t know if there’s some sort of contamination in this region, or if it’s what the seafood is washed in once it’s caught or what. But the reaction is swift and awful and lasts for several days. It never even occurred to me when the crab salad hit the table today that I could be in trouble. I have to be more careful.

With any luck, I caught the reaction in time when I recognized the beginnings of the feelings of nausea and fever. I’m dosing myself with an herbal concoction that I put together specifically to counteract the effects of the reaction. For legal reasons, I can’t post it. All I need is for someone to try it and get even sicker. But it seems to be working, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that I don’t spend the rest of the weekend completely immobilized.

An essay was rejected, but the editor liked it enough to recommend other markets. The piece already went out again. I need to finish another piece (the second of a two-part series) and then submit them. A Dixie Dust Rumours query got a rejection. And ArtistFirst radio left a message that they’d like to book me for a show. I’ll have to let them know that I’m already booked on their Keep It Coming segment and see if they still want me. I’d love to do another segment, but I want to make sure they know what’s going on and don’t feel like I’m not being up front with them or double dealing or anything like that. The monologue “Cosmetics” is getting a great response, as is the interview I did with KIC.

Now, if only those outstanding freelance checks would show up in the mailbox, I’d be all set.

I planned to rest and was even starting to feel better, when, of course, the blowers started up again. There is no landscaping here that needs noise. Use a rake, a broom and dustpan, for crying out loud! What is it about men and their need for noisy gardening tools?

Hopefully, I’ll feel well enough to do some writing tonight. The next issues of Angel Hunt are formulating, and I had some bizarre dreams about the fantastical novel. But the piece is supposed to be bizarre, so the dreams would work well. Also got an idea for a piece during the game last night – not sure if it’s a story, a set of linked stories, or a novel.

Linked stories would be my preference, but the material will dictate its form.


Devon
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