Sunday, March 13, 2005
Sunny and cold
Just what I wanted – to be on a train at 9 o’clock in the morning as an emergency fill-in for day work at Rent. And, of course, the train was late, so I was late. But it all worked out, and it was a pleasant morning. Part of the call was out running errands, which was great because it’s such a beautiful day outside.
I didn’t get much writing done yesterday – roughed out some episodes of Charlotte, got quotes for the music releases and rewrote them, batted ideas back and forth with my producer in Canada. The music producer is thrilled with the press releases. He’s got what he needs for the conference and I racked up another credit.
I also sent out about a half a dozen queries via e-mail yesterday. Hopefully, I’ll get some bites. If that check’s not going to clear for another six weeks, I have to make up the cash.
I also read Amanda Hesser’s book Cooking for Mr. Latte, which I truly enjoyed (so much that I read it all the way through yesterday). I want to try some of the recipes in the book. I use her book The Cook and the Gardener and like it a lot.
If I was to absorb anyone else’s style, I’d like to write about travel the way Susan Allen Toth does and about food the way Amanda Hesser does. Since I have to write like myself (no matter what name I use at the time), that won’t happen. I guess I should say I aspire to write about travel and food as well as they do, but in my own voice.
My friend’s husband upended our plans to get together again. I found out at about eight this morning, which was not the best time for me to respond, but I did rather heatedly anyway. I fussed and fumed at my very rational, very clear-eyed S.O., who brought up some important points: 1) Some of what I’m fussing about are issues between the two of them and none of my business; 2) No one outside the lines of work that my SO and I are in understands what it means to ask for and gain time off on a weekend or holiday and how it jeopardizes future employment. It’s not maliciousness, it’s simply incomprehensible to anyone in a nine-to-five world who draws a secure salary; 3) I am not a priority and have no right to think I should be. That’s not a judgment. It’s a fact. Cancel once – it can happen, heck, life happens. Cancel twice – that’s a statement. My SO said, “Take your metaphorical slap in the face like a man and apply the lesson to the future.” Well, since I’m not a man, I’m not going to take it like a man, but I do need to be a bit more philosophical about it. It is what it is.
I value my friend and her friendship in spite of being upset by this, and that’s more important than my feelings being hurt and worried that I’ve put my job in jeopardy. Besides, I now have that time off for the first time in twenty years, other people are involved in the day who are still committed to it, and everything happens for a reason. Friends are not going to always agree. Nor can they always accommodate each other. No one else lives in our skins; no one else can make our choices. We’re all muddling along doing the best we can and sometimes it causes conflict. The best we can hope for is that we can be kind and compassionate towards each other. I didn’t achieve that this morning, but hopefully she’ll accept an apology.
I’m about to attempt to install my DSL line. Hopefully, I won’t end up screwing everything up.
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