Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and mild

I was up for 21 hours yesterday.

I am a basket case today.

I woke up at 3:30 AM. Since I had to be up at 6 anyway, it didn’t make sense for me to go back to sleep – once I’m up, I’m up. If I start dozing, I’m groggy all day.

Got some busy-work done and made the 8 AM train. I’m not fond of riding during rush hour, and I’m sick of the MTA crying poverty, raising rates and giving zero service. In addition, the execs vote themselves raises of $40,000 and up, in addition to housing allowances of $48,000. And we wonder why the system has no money!

Anyway, the train wasn’t too crowded. I probably could have found a seat, but with all the luggage I hauled, I chose to stand.

A man and woman conversed opposite me. This guy, married with two kids, was completely obsessed with teenage sexual proclivities. He talked about it incessantly and in detail for the entire 50 minute train ride. He pretending to be shocked, but his tone (in addition to his normal, slightly nasal and condescending vocal quality) and the body language -- the way he leaned across the woman to talk to her, etc., showed how much this topic turns him on. His hypocrisy was interesting – his words saying one thing about the topic, but his body language saying another. Useful character study. Wondering if he’s living a double life yet or if that’s still to come.

Day work was fine. I muddled through a seven hour shoe call in three and a half hours – which means I only did the stuff that was the worst – mostly checking rubber and getting rid of scuff marks. And then I had to do my regular Tuesday call.

I played Elf Girl, running around distributing presents. One friend was there today instead of Thursday, when I expected her, and I didn’t have her gift with me and felt like an idiot.

I planned to be Invisible Elf Girl and leave at 5, but one of the dressers is injured and they asked me to stay and do the show. It was fine – my favorite track, and the actors were glad to see me. They were all thrilled with their gifts, which is nice, and several asked if they could special order more bath salts. I’ll have to make up another batch before Sunday’s full moon to make sure I’m covered. The salts can only be made during the waxing moon.

But I was pretty tired by the end of it all. I haven’t done the track in awhile, and I’m very sore today from hauling around the heavy coats.

I ran a gift down to the theatre where another friend is working on my dinner break. I haven’t seen him for ages and miss him, but hopefully we’ll get to visit soon. Our work schedules aren’t meshing right now.

I cheated and ate at McDonald’s for dinner – cheap and close. There was a table full of noisy, meaty guys nearby. They work out at a local gym – an old-style gym, not a health club – and were attempting to convince one of their number into trying for the Golden Gloves boxing title.

More interesting character studies.

I got back to the theatre before my call time and enjoyed a few minutes of silence. There’s something very beautiful about a silent theatre preparing for a performance -- before all the personnel arrive and actually get to work.

I’m re-reading texts I’ll use in my classes. First up is Alexandra Johnson’s The Hidden Writer. It’s one of my favorite books about writers and their journals. I’ll discuss it in more depth in another entry.

My friend and I received a wonderful portent for a good upcoming year as we walked from work to the train – how lovely to get such an omen on the Winter Solstice! And, when I got home, I found a new tarot deck to review: The Tarot of the Four Elements. It’s stunningly beautiful and I can’t wait to start working with it.

I received a Christmas card from a writer friend in Edinburgh that was stamped “Missent to Bermuda”. Huh? Pretty funny.

Did my Winter Solstice work, checked on the e-mail, and by the time I got to bed, I’d been up for 21 hours.

I’m paying for it today – I’m not 18 anymore.

Lost most of the morning, waiting for the exterminator to show up for his monthly appointment – never showed, never called. Not happy about this. Everything has to be arranged so he has access, the cats have to be stashed so they’re away from what he uses, etc.

When I was sure he wouldn’t show up, I ran errands. I came up with a few new story ideas, including, of all things, a new Halloween story! But hey, if I do it in the next few weeks, I can send it off in time to appear somewhere by next Halloween.

Emerging Women Writers will publish two of my short stories under two different names in their January issue.

About.com’s Freelance Writing Forum asked me to do an article about the Goals, Dreams and Resolutions.

My editor at Time-Travel Britain needs me to send her the photos as a zip – only I don’t have a zip drive, so I’m not sure what to do. I asked her what the other options are.

I’m very upset about the attack that killed at least 15 of our soldiers yesterday. I hate feeling so helpless about it all.

I’m off to paint some more glassware, bake four cakes and wrap presents. I have another round of deliveries to make tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, and I better get some writing done today.

I think in between the baking and the writing needs to be at least a short nap so that I can actually formulate a semi-articulate sentence or two.

Devon
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