Thursday, April 13, 2006
Rainy and warm
I finally remembered to post my entry for “Stretching Geography” on yesterday’s SDR blog. That’s what I get for writing it the weekend before. Jeez. Totally forgot until about 8 PM. It was sitting there, all written and revised, ready to go up, like a loyal Irish setter.
Congrats to BK Birch, for her story’s acceptance in Solander magazine. It only accepts two stories per year – now that they’ve shown some good taste by taking her work, I’ll start taking them more seriously!
And congrats to Michelle Miles, for Seron’s publication of her serial Ransom and Fortune.
The B-complex vitamins made a HUGE difference. As in, within twenty minutes I started to feel like myself again.
Okay, the Dumbass Award for yesterday goes to . . .Me.
I broke my toe.
The same toe the jerkoff broke last summer rolling over it with his suitcase on the train platform.
Stepped off the chair as I spackled the ceiling and snapped it on the metal bed frame. Nice, hearty keerrraaaack!
I screamed and swore and jumped around on the good leg a bit. Iced it. Taped it. Climbed back up on the chair and returned to spackling the ceiling. What else could I do?
The Evil One was skanking around the building, with his sidekick, a Wal-Mart class knockoff version of Elvira. Only that’s an insult to Elvira, who’s a pretty savvy lady. This guy was determined to ruin Christmas/Hanukah/Solstice/Kwanzaa for everyone in the building back in December, and I guess he’s bound and determined to ruin Holy Week. Whatever the Universe has planned for him, I hope they do it soon.
Not enough writing done. All I could think of was “Ode to the Broken Toe” and let’s face it, no one’s gonna wanna read that one!
Ink in My Paint Can
It took all day to fix the North Wall and then prime it. I packed up a bunch of the bookcases along the East Wall while the North Wall dried. And had to catch and wash all three kitties at various times because, for the first time in this process, they climbed onto the freshly primed windowsill, leaving little paw prints and walking away with prime white paws, tails, butts . . .you get the idea. There was much screaming and howling and gnashing of little kitty fangs as they were thoroughly washed.
The door to that room does not close due to the years of doors badly painted by previous workmen, so there’s no way to keep them out.
Two coats of color is the agenda for today. I doubt I can get more done – with the rain, it’ll take forever to dry. As coats are drying, I’ll limp to the errands.