Saturday, March 12, 2005
I survived my birthday yesterday. Actually, it was quite nice. There was enough attention to let me know I’m thought of and appreciated, but it was low key enough not to make me uncomfortable. So it was all good.
Popped into the city briefly, took care of business, did more work on the releases for the music producer.
And that was the extent of my writing. I should have worked on many things, but I simply did not feel like it.
Instead, I read Frances Parkinson Keyes’s novel Dinner At Antoine’s, which was published in 1948. She was a popular writer at the time, a Massachusetts woman who ended up in New Orleans. The Beauregard-Keyes House is an historical site in New Orleans, across the street from the Urusline convent. I have a stack of her books I picked up on eBay about a year or so ago, but I’d never gotten around to reading any of them. This book is 422 pages. I have about another 100 pages to go. I'm enjoying it a lot -- I didn't want to put it down all day, which is always a good thing! I like to read books set in places I’ve visited, where I recognize landmarks. I like to read books set in New York City, too – as long as the writer’s bothered to do the research and gets the geography right. There’s a difference between mentioning a store or restaurant that’s since closed and simply rearranging the streets because one feels like it. That annoys me.
Among the gifts received (books, candy, flowers, etc.) was a set of Tibetan prayer flags and The Enchanted Astrologer, so I played with them, too. You never get too old to play with new toys!
I need to do laundry and get a lot of writing done. The bank decided that, since they couldn’t keep 40% of my check from Canada like they did last time because this one is in US dollars, that they will sit on it for EIGHT WEEKS. How can this be legal? I’m disgusted and upset. And I’m researching my options. I’m a freelancer. I have bills to pay. You can bet these a-holes don’t have to wait eight weeks for their pay.
I wanted to go to the grocery store, but the weather’s so miserable that I’d rather stay home and go tomorrow. Needless to say, my trip to Plymouth to house hunt was cancelled due to weather. This has been a harsh winter. I mind it less than many people because I am inside and I like snow. But I feel for those who have to trot around in it.
I need to spend the next week aggressively seeking highly paid freelance work with quick payment.
I’d rather just go back to bed.
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