Thurs. Sept. 22, 2022: And It Ends in Injury

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Thursday, September 22, 2022

Waning Moon

Pluto, Saturn, Neptune, Chiron, Jupiter, Uranus, Mercury Retrograde

Autumn Equinox

Rainy and mild

There’s a post over on Gratitude and Growth on the garden. It’s still been kind of in-limbo mild, although the nights are getting cooler.

Yesterday was kind of all over the place, although it was reasonably productive. I had a bunch of admin, correspondence, and thank you notes to get out. I worked on the websites, putting up the Creative Ground logo on the appropriate sites, and the Cultural Council logo on the site that lists the play they supported. I brokered an introduction between a friend who wrote a really fun radio play and one of the groups I work with who produces radio plays, so that went well. I put in a request to set up an appointment at the community radio/television station.

I found a logo for a really fun project I’d made some notes on and then put aside. I’m going to have to find a way to work it into spring’s schedule.

I worked on some ideas for the October – December marketing campaign for the Topic Workbooks, and for Legerdemain. I need to create one more graphic for it, and then, with the content I’ve already created, I can start uploading and scheduling.

I spent some time with my colleagues from the Marketing Game, which was fun, and with the Women Write Change group.

I activated the new debit card, and it seemed to work. Of course, I haven’t actually tried to use it yet. Now, I have to start the process of switching over places that need that information on file. And the places that just take money when they want to “renew” things won’t get it.

In the afternoon, I turned around four scripts. One of them took a trope I absolutely loathe and turned it inside out so cleverly it made me laugh out loud. The perfect integration of art and skill. I was delighted.

When I finally finished for the night, I was lying on the couch reading a book with Charlotte on my lap. Some fucktard drove past and threw a lighted firecracker out of the car window. It exploded on the other side of my second floor living room window, less than two feet from where I was. If I hadn’t had the window almost all the way down, I would have been burned by the sparks.

As it was, Charlotte levitated nearly halfway to the ceiling, clawing me bloody in the process, and the explosion, in addition to hurting my eyes, did lasting damage to my left ear.

The neighbors dashed out in the street, but nobody knew who did it.

I was shaken and in pain. I’d hoped a good night’s sleep would heal it, but I woke up in terrible pain this morning.

Of course, I was awakened around 3:30 by thunder and lightning, but managed to go to sleep again until almost 6, when Tessa demanded breakfast. It was lightning then, silently, for about a half hour, before the thunder and rain started again.

I have meditation, which I hope helps.

Then, it’s back to the page as best I can for the morning, with two scripts to turn around this afternoon. I promised a colleague I’d go to her reading at the local bookstore this evening, so we are having our Autumn Equinox dinner early, I’ll go the reading, and then I’ll do the ritual when I get home.

I hope I heal with a little time and care, and that moron didn’t cause permanent damage. Basically, I was assaulted with a deadly, illegal weapon last night that someone thought was “funny.”

Not a happy camper.

Today’s Episode Ad is one of my favorites.