Friday, July 09, 2004

Friday, July 9, 2004
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and warm

I took the train into the city yesterday with a friend who had a job interview. We had time to hit Coliseum books before going our separate ways, which is always fun.

My tarot client never showed up. That happens once. I don’t have time to waste on unreliable people. In this day and age of hyper-communication, you call. I have too much respect for both my time and what I do to allow that kind of treatment.

Show was fine. There are a couple of people who are true energy drains, and I have decided that my energy needs to be devoted to my work, not sucked up by them. It doesn’t affect the way I deal with them or the quality of my work with them. It simply affects how I allow the situation to affect me and my own energy.

I brought in pictures from Scotland and some of the houses I’ve rented in the UK over the years. Several people are interested in more information about renting from the National Trust. I love renting from them from many reasons. The properties are wonderful and well-maintained. For less than the price of a hotel room, you rent an entire property, often with a yard. Part of your fee goes to maintain the property on which you stay; the rest goes to buy up other properties so they don’t get turned into parking lots. It’s a much more civilized way to spend a vacation than being trapped in one small room.

The check finally arrived from the magazine – with late fee. Hopefully it won’t bounce. I’m relieved that’s over.

Stayed up far too late to read Jane and the Ghosts of Netley by Stephanie Barron. The ending truly shocked me. As a reader, I was heartbroken; as a writer, I admire Barron’s guts. Why wasn’t more attention given to this book when it was originally published last year? It is a prime example of a writer standing her ground and not being swayed by popular opinion. She did what was necessary for the good of her series. In order for the full impact of this book to hit, the series up until now should be devoured (this is, I believe, book 7). Although the book works as a stand-alone, the impact of the ending won’t be as strong without the books leading up to it.

Woke up this morning with a blinding headache. I’m attempting to do what I can e-mail wise and start the transition. Plus, there’s a great deal of writing to be done. In spite of the headache, I was ready to face the page.

And then those idiots started mowing the asphalt again.

I burst into tears.

I’ve just had it with them. There is no reason to turn on a mower, leave it running and walk away from it. Not only is the noise unbearable, it’s polluting the atmosphere and wasting resources.

Financially, this was a good week, and I have to figure out how to make at least this much money every week, and then increase it. I need to put myself in a position to buy a house – preferably in an area with strict noise laws – as quickly as possible.

Fairly early in the morning, I got violently sick, and remained so all day. By one p.m., I knew there was no way I could get through the show, even with a bucket, so I called in. I felt terribly guilty. I’m the swing, and it’s my job not to get sick. But there’s nothing I could do. I have no idea what brought it on.

Slept as much as I could in between bouts of sickness. Ate a bit of soup and felt better, and plan to make it an early night.

Needless to say, I couldn’t write, either. Can barely sit up long enough to update the blog.

Will go back to bed and hope for a better day all around tomorrow.



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