Wed. Oct. 16, 2024: Calculations
image courtesy of jacqueline macou via pixabay.comWednesday, October 16, 2024
Waxing Moon
Saturn, Neptune, Chiron, Uranus, Jupiter Retrograde
Cloudy/Rainy and cold
Mid-week. It always feels weird when there’s a holiday Monday.
Yesterday was a little fractured. I caught up on email. I updated the 2024 Boiler House contact sheet and sent it off. I typed up the notes for the planning meeting and sent them for comment before I send them out to the Collective.
I booked a ticket for the WAM show I promised to see as part of starting my relationship with them. The only show I could really make was next Thursday (a week from tomorrow) at 10 AM, so that’s what I booked. I’ll have to leave around 8:15 AM to get there on time (missing another meditation session), but should be back early afternoon.
I wrote thank you notes, paid some bills, took it all to the post office. Did a drop-off/pick-up at the library. Ran to the store for eggs and salad dressing, which I forgot when I did a quick shop on Monday. Contrary to popular belief, my mother did not only eat hot dogs and grilled cheese while I was in residency. She actually used CSA ingredients and ate salads. I’m glad, but she used up her favorite dressing, so I wanted to get her more.
Pondered a few things in I WILL BE DIFFERENT. I may cut one of the characters in the Amanda section. I don’t think I need her; one of the other characters fulfills the same function.
Was very tired, and trying to rev up for the rest of the week. Did the social media rounds. Made some vegetable stock.
Was concerned and grateful that coverages weren’t coming in. A cover letter turned up, earning me a few extra bucks, but that was it.
I registered for a conversation co-hosted by Assets4Artists and MassCreative about how individual artists can participate in activism. It’s a ZOOM call, scheduled the night before the election.
I wrote and submitted the book review. I did some prep for tonight’s rehearsal. Got out a few submissions.
Picked up the last CSA box, which was lovely and also a little sad. There were beets in it, so when I arrived in yoga, I announced, “I come bearing beets.” My teacher was delighted. She loves beets.
Several of us talked before class, and applauded her courage for making this decision. Although we will miss the studio and the community built here, it’s the right choice for her, and we want her to be happy. Plus, she’s given us tools to take out into the world. And we can enjoy each other through the holidays, which will be comforting.
Home, cooked dinner, played with cats, started reading this month’s Agatha Christie book club pick, THE MIRROR CRACK’D FROM SIDE TO SIDE. I remember this one, and am enjoying revisiting it.
Went to bed around the normal time, even though I felt I should try to stretch it, due to tonight’s rehearsal, starting at 11 PM my time.
Wide awake at 4:30, which will bite me when my rehearsal runs past midnight tonight. But that’s on me. I hope I can lie down and doze a bit, either in the afternoon, or between dinner and the rehearsal.
Because this is how production works. You show up and do the work when they need you, not when it suits you.
Which is why so few people can actually sustain a career in it.
Slick, who brought Bea home to my friend’s place, has brought home an unneutered, very friendly black male cat my friend has named “Behemoth.” She will get him neutered and see what happens from there. Slick is bound and determined to fill the slots vacated by Ben and Griddle before he himself moves into the house. Behemoth tried to stroll in, but my friend is going to get him to the vet first.
There’s a good chance Behemoth was the father of Bea’s kittens. We know she had at least one litter before my friend got her spayed, and possibly more. When I played the video of Behemoth, with him talking, Bea ran right out of her room and up to the phone. She definitely recognized his voice. Even if he’s not an ex, she knew him.
Slick has been neutered for a good long time, so even though Slick brought Bea home, he’s not responsible for any kittens in the neighborhood.
Bea’s newest thing is to hang out either under the coffee table or next to the coffee table when I’m on the couch (usually Charlotte is with me). Bea is just out of petting reach, but close enough to hang out for company.
She’s getting there.
The door to the sewing room is now left open all the time, not shut during the night, and so far, no incidents.
On today’s agenda: some writing. Hopefully some coverages will come in. It’s a little alarming that nothing came in while I was in residence, and nothing came in these last few days leading up to a contest deadline. While I am grateful to have a little breathing room, I have to have a good earning period this second half of the month. What the newsletter to the readers tells us about stats and an increase in submissions is not what I’m actually experiencing. The disconnect worries me. I’ll send out some pitches, work on VICIOUS CRITIC and I WILL BE DIFFERENT. Maybe a little of STRANGERS IN THE SNOW.
I’ll need to lie down at some point, and rest up. I have tarot this afternoon, then dinner, then a rest, then rehearsal from 11 PM until about 1 AM (at least).
I have to figure out how to make the headphones I have work with this computer, so that I don’t disturb the neighbors.
I’m looking forward to diving into rehearsal, and that whole process.
Have a good one!
