Thurs. Sept. 7, 2023: One More Day of Dripping
image courtesy of Gerhard Bögner via pixabay.comThursday, September 7, 2023
Waning Moon
Pluto, Saturn, Neptune, Chiron, Mercury, Uranus, Jupiter Retrograde
Hazy, hot, humid
The latest on the garden is over on Gratitude and Growth.
Today’s serial episode is from Legerdemain:
Episode 118: The Questor’s Ruse
Shelley confronts a Questor passing himself off as a worker.
Yesterday wound up being a bit chaotic. If it was a tarot card, it would be the 5 of Swords, paired with the 9 of Wands. I hoped to get a lot done at my desk early in the day, before too much heat pressed down on me, and I was stymied at every turn. I had to provide some additional information to paperwork I’d sent out last week, which I did.
I wrote checks for some bills – yes, I use checks. I’m sick and tired of “automated billing” fucking up all the time. Then I sent an email through the bank’s private messaging system telling them that yes, it was really me who ordered the checks, and they better not try and make me jump through the hoops they did last time. They acknowledged it quickly. The new checks have already been shipped. So I’ll keep an eye out for them over the next few days.
I did some back-and-forth with my webhost, since they are trying to figure out and fix the problem getting into the Devon Ellington Work site. Only they’re not actually helping me. They keep sending me an email with “security questions” WHICH I’VE ALREADY FUCKING ANSWERED instead of reading the email chain for the ticket. I’m so sick of this fucking pretense of “security” when it’s not about security, but about putting off the actual tech support. One email, maybe two, could be considered security. Six is procrastination because no one feels like dealing with the issue. I finally got an email saying the issue had been fixed; we’ll see. I’ll check it later today.
But I wasn’t able to get up the Ink-Dipped Advice post. I may put it up today, or I may schedule it for next week, and do the 2nd/4th Wednesdays of the month moving forward, instead of the 1st and 3rd. Not that I’ve had much to say over the last few months.
I sent out the promised press releases, and got started on the listings. Quite a few have to be uploaded individually and manually, which means blocking off time, but I got about a half a dozen done, and will do more today.
I packed up the books and dropped off a dozen books at the library and picked up three. Then I headed down to MASSMoCA to print off the flyers for the reading. Mailed the bills. Headed home.
Heard from National Grid they had a data breach. Gee, big surprise. Got a notification from FB that someone was trying to change my password – nope, not me, don’t let them. A friend of mine got some heartbreaking news, and I’m trying to do what I can to help, and wishing I could do more. Did the social media rounds for Process Muse, Angel Hunt, and Deadly Dramatics.
I was having zero luck trying to concentrate to, you know, get any work done.
I went ahead and booked a hair appointment for next Wednesday. It’s not with the stylist who did my hair the last time, but it’s a clean up cut, not a total new look, so let’s hope it’s not too complicated. The online booking kept trying to push me toward an early Monday morning appointment, but Monday is 9/11. I have rituals to do, I’m committed to watching The Table of Silence performance; no. A haircut is not appropriate.
I showered mid-afternoon again, because I was gross and disgusting, and put myself together to go to the tarot circle at Wild Soul River in Williamstown. I brought The Forager’s Daughter, which was a good choice for the circle. We worked with the 2 of Cups. It was a larger group than I expected, and interesting, so I’ll go back whenever I can.
I left them a flyer for the reading at the end of the month.
Home, dinner, and then burned out. Tried to read a bit. It was too hot and humid to be able to write. I’m angry at myself for not getting more done yesterday, and more is pushed off to today. I also got two small client projects that I will have to turn around by the weekend.
The online meditation group starts meeting again this morning, so hopefully that will get me settled. Then I’ll work until the Nightwood Session this afternoon; I’ll have a quick break, and then it’s off to yoga.
Somehow, it will all get done. And somewhere in there, the heat will break, and I can get back to getting things done.
