Fri. June 30, 2023: Out and About, Several Days in a Row
image courtesy of Khusen Rustamov via pixabay.comFriday, June 30, 2023
Waxing Moon
Pluto, Saturn, and Neptune Retrograde
Hazy, warm, humid
Well, yesterday was kind of all over the place.
Today’s serial episode is from Angel Hunt:
Episode 46: Lachlan Strives to Understand
The more the witches try to explain why Neville is revered, the less sense it makes.
The heavy machinery beeping was out of control yesterday. When another resident asked them to please recognize that they are not the only creatures on the planet, THEY CRANKED IT UP. So, basically, they’re being assholes just to be assholes. I’ve been assured by City Hall that the 30th is their last day. It better be.
We couldn’t take it. I couldn’t even hear anything on the Zoom Meditation, so I gave up. Even with headphones. That’s how loud and disruptive they were.
I managed to upload next week’s Legerdemain episodes up to Kindle Vella, and then we fled.
Dropped off the check at the bank, picked up books at the library, picked up my mom’s pills and thanked the pharmacists for their workaround the insurance company. On Cape, they’d just shrug and say there was “nothing they could do” but they COULD sell us pills under the counter for $20/pill. Cash only. Here, they actually find a solution.
We went to Williams College Museum of Art, which is fascinating and so different from the other museums around here. We spent some time there. I saw the piece that the lama who visited my yoga studio had in the exhibit, and I spent a good deal of time with illuminated manuscripts, because illuminated manuscripts. From 1450, and more vibrant than any colors you find today.
Once we were done there, we went to Milne Library. I wanted to stop at Provisions, but there was construction and no parking, so I skipped it and when to Wild Oats instead, where I picked up delicacies for a delicious lunch.
The fucking heavy machinery beeping was still going when we got home, but we had lunch, and I read the NEW YORKER and unpacked the necklaces which arrived from The Peculiarity Shop. As frustrated as I was with their shipping, once the pieces actually arrived, they were great.
I’ve been on a kick with a particular author. I loved the first two books of hers I’ve read. But, reading her books back-to-back, there’s a pattern. There’s delicate male/male romance, done beautifully. But all the female characters are horrible human beings. And I get tired of that, especially when the books are written by a woman. I read two more of her books this afternoon, and was very frustrated. I don’t trust women who hate other women, even when they’re talented. And the male/male romances can exist in all their beauty without all the female characters being awful.
Then, we had a leak under the sink. Thank goodness we have 857 towels and I kept them all, because we’re using them all. I got it under control for the night, and will text the maintenance guy this morning to come fix it, as this is kind of a priority. We discovered the leak while the dishwasher was running, so you can just imagine.
Why yes, I’ll be taking the towels to the laundromat first thing tomorrow morning.
I pulled myself together and got dressed in real people clothes and makeup and the new jewelry and went over to MASSMoCA’s chalet event, where a musician with whom I’m acquainted was playing. It was fun, mostly locals, ran into a bunch of people I’d met at other events, drank a beer, listened to some music, came home. Little kids were dancing in front of the stage, which was hilarious. Even more so was that I had to show ID and get a bracelet stating I was over 21. You think the grey hair gave it away?
I am out the door early, early this morning, going to a small business event in Dalton. I’ve never been to Dalton, so it will be an adventure. I have a couple of stops to make on the way home. I was supposed to go to a party tonight, but the guy who invited me hasn’t sent me the information. I’m perfectly happy to stay home!
Lots to do this weekend.
I’ve had two very light weeks of client work, and suddenly everyone wants me to be “grateful” they’re trying to pile work on me over the holiday weekend. Which I have refused, except for one medium sized project on Monday. Boo, your disorganization is not my emergency. I’m taking my fucking holiday weekend. I’ll be back in touch with clients next Wednesday. Or maybe even Thursday. I am not working over the weekend because they didn’t get their acts together for the past two weeks.
Have a great weekend, and I’ll catch you on the other side!
