Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Wednesday, July 6
New Moon!
Pluto Retrograde
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Hot, humid, rainy

You know what? I have great friends – both the ones I see in person on a regular basis, and my cyber community – those with whom I participate on forums and projects and blogs. Thanks so much for all the support in both the insurance crisis and the GDR re-evaluation. It means a lot to me.

I didn’t manage to make it to the trim store yesterday – I got in to the city too late. That was my fault, for once, not the train’s fault. I got caught up in doing things here at home. The next time I’m scheduled to be in the city is Friday, so, hopefully, I can get in early enough to take care of everything.

Day work was fine. I’m not the only one upset about the insurance situation. But I bet I’m the only one who’s going to say something to my union.

And get this – I got a reply from the Food Emporium, the store that flashed my birth date on a public screen AND printed it on the register receipt – they sent me a copy of the law requiring anyone who looks under 40 (guess I should feel flattered) to show ID. I told them to go back and read the e-mail – I stated clearly that I have no problem showing ID. What I have a problem with is my information publicly displayed. There is nothing in the law requiring it to be displayed on a public screen or typed onto the register receipt, and I feel that is a violation of my privacy.

Time to get my local legislators involved.

Debra mentioned how she hates to give out her phone number in the stores. I no longer do so. When they ask, I say, “I don’t give out my number.” There is nothing they can do – they’re not going to refuse a sale because you don’t give your phone number.

A colleague of mine at work set up his dressing room as a sacred space. It feels wonderful simply to walk into the room. And, the spirits with whom he works are very generous – they had some suggestions for me yesterday! I definitely don’t have all the answers, but they reminded me that I’m in a wonderful forest of life, so why am I only looking at a single tree?

When I got home, I cooked a simple dinner of pasta primavera. And then I cleaned up and rearranged my own sacred space. It feels much better. Now, I have to tidy up a few other things, and we’ll be in a better place – in all senses of the word.

I re-read Cathy Yardley’s LA Woman, which I’d read when it first came out in 2002. It was a pleasant, unchallenging way to spend the evening.

And I played around with logo designs for this blog. I’m going to have to draw what I want myself. I always think I “can’t” draw, but unless I play with some ideas and try, I’ll never know. I just have to take my time, be patient, and, as in writing, do as many drafts as it takes to get what I want. I have a very strong idea for what I want – now I just have to figure out how to do it. And it’s important to me that I do it, not farm it out to someone else. Not necessarily logical, but go with the gut, right?

Congratulations to London for winning the opportunity to host the 2012 Summer Olympics. I think many people were shocked that London won over Paris. Not having seen either city’s bid, I can’t comment.

Much as I appreciate the hard work that went into New York’s proposals, I’m glad we weren’t chosen. While it would have been a solid point of pride to host, in practical terms, it would have been a nightmare.

And now we’re not stuck with that horrid West Side Stadium. Even if approval for the stadium passed, I don’t believe NY would have won the games. And we’d have this behemoth set to destroy yet another NY neighborhood.

In spite of the crushing humidity, I’m feeling more creative today, and I think I might actually get some good work done. I want to work on the serials for a bit, then do the first draft of the Lindsfarne rewrite.

And Writer’s Digest told me to whom I could send my press release about The Thirteen Traveling Journals Project. I also have to get back to people about two upcoming PR gigs (about me, not that I’m creating for someone else). So, unless the show calls and tosses a monkey wrench into my day, I hope for a creatively fulfilling one.

The Thirteen Traveling Journals Project

The Widow’s Chamber
Angel Hunt
Cutthroat Charlotte

For a free issue of any of the above serials, click the appropriate link and download.


At 12:46 PM, Blogger Debra Young said...

“I don’t give out my number.” -- My new mantra! There's a major clothing retailer that actually uses your social security number to call up your account. I'm thinking of writing them a letter about that. I don't understand companies that use such cretinish systems. I can easily not shop there, but they should know what I think. Figure I can't be the only one who finds their system not wise.

At 1:26 PM, Blogger Michelle Miles said...

Whenever we're in a store and the clerk asks for our zip code or our phone number, my husband gives them a blank look and simply says, "No." HAR! We're unlisted and we don't like giving it out either.

And I agree about flashing your BD on the big screen. It's just wrong!

At 7:14 AM, Blogger B. K. Birch said...

I'm with you on the BD, phone number and zip code. It's just none of their darn business.

I love the sacred space idea. I must go shopping.


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