Tues. May 27, 2025: Flow With What’s in Front of You

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Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Waxing Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Foggy and cool, moving toward sun and warmth

Hello! I hope you had a great holiday weekend.

The Community Tarot Reading for the Week is posted here.

Friday, I responded to the art gallery curator’s questions and did the rounds of elected officials before settling down to polish the ghostwriting assignment.

I got the polish done by about 10 AM and sent it off. Then, I headed out for the usual Friday errands: library, grocery store, etc.

Came back, hauled everything up the stairs, put it all away. My brain went on strike. I simply could not think coherently, and needed to rest my brain (and my eyes, from all that screen time, and my hand from the typing). I read a bit, but most of the afternoon was just recuperating from the intensity of the writing. I have to start building that time into my schedule. Cooked dinner and relaxed on Friday, night, going to bed early.

Slept well, up early on Saturday. I put up curtains behind my bed (since it’ll be a while before I can invest in a new bedframe/headboard). Got that put up, and it looks very nice. Turning the bedroom into a sanctuary (without spending lots of money) is getting there.

Finished reading and making notes on the plays for today’s literary committee meeting, and sent off my responses on them. Did some research reading in the morning.

In the afternoon, I attended a workshop taught by a friend of mine on sociocracy and consent-based decision making in organizations. I wasn’t really sure what that was, but my friend was teaching it, so of course I showed up. He’s a wonderful teacher and it was very interesting. I feel like I learned a lot, and those are things I can utilize in all kinds of spaces, in a way that benefits a group without causing harm to individuals within that group. Since so much group activity is based on power dynamics, this type of structure is much more inclusive. I mean, it’s sort of the way the Boiler House Poets do things anyway (although I didn’t realize that’s what we were doing).

Did not get to the art opening at Eclipse, for a variety of reasons. Fortunately, I hadn’t promised anyone I would be there, so I didn’t risk disappointing anyone. Cooked dinner, tried to do some math on the textile project, went to bed early.

I thought I was sleeping in on Sunday, but nope. The cats got me up at the usual time.

Discovered that I earned more cashback on one of my debit cards using it to pay for the brakes than I’ve been paid for a script coverage. Yeah. So we know where the coverage work fits into my life moving forward – only when it’s convenient. By September, it won’t be relevant anyway, since the agency is closing.

Got an email from an historic site in the region offering one-day bookings for writers and artists in shacks with no electricity (or heat or fans or other weather protections), no food, and bathrooms a hike away. For $100 day. Um, no, thank you. That type of rustic does not fuel my creativity (and it didn’t, even in younger days – there’s a reason I live in the 21st century). For less than that (with the discount for locals), I can spend a day at Kripalu with three sessions of yoga, three meals and snacks, and whatever workshops, walks, time in the labyrinth, or solitary creative time I want/can fit in. I am much more suited to the latter (although I doubt I’ll be able to do it this year).

I did the Community Tarot Reading for the Week, which you can find here.

Slept well, up early on Sunday. Sunday was cool, sometimes rainy, sometimes the sun peeked out. I didn’t do much of anything except read and play with the cats. My body and brain needed a rest day. I have to figure out the best way to keep the brutal ghostwriting schedule balanced with my other client work and my own work in a way that each project can feed the other, and I can still have rest/recuperation time. The tendons in my right hand all the way up to my elbow are hurting a lot from everything, and I have to figure out a way to rest them more.

Sunday, a few things came up that change the schedule for the upcoming week. Everyone is fine (at least so far), and I will share as I can, but I have to be flexible.

I had problems with my phone, but AT&T does not have customer service, so there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I may need to get a new phone, but I want to keep my plan, and that doesn’t seem to be an option.

Slept well Sunday into Monday, although I was up early. I had some ideas for the final book in the ANGEL HUNT series and also for my workshop in August. Jotted those down so I didn’t lose them.

Took down the winter curtains in the kitchen and put up the summer sheers with roses on them. I made them years ago in New York, and they fit perfectly in this kitchen. I’m not switching out the living room, front door, and door to the porch over to the white lace panels until the painters are done because I don’t want them to get dirty and dusty. When I switch out the winter red paisley curtains, I wash them.

Switched out the linens on the kitchen table for June. A little early, but it made more sense to do it now. Put the last of the clean flannel sheets away in the cupboard in the laundry room. We won’t use them again until the Autumn Equinox. We ended up using them far further into May than usual.

Took down the sheer curtains I’d put up mid-stair. In spite of being sheers, they made a big positive difference in the winter, but we really don’t need them for summer.

Cleaned the stairs, one by one. The problem with white treads is that they show the dirt. Mopped the floors. Things are nice and clean! I mean, I’ll have to do it all again once the painters leave, but, for the moment, things are nice and clean!

Spent time out on the porch, reading, amongst all the plants, which was nice. I finished reading the book for review, which I will write and send this morning, and then invoice. Did some other reading, about Sarah Siddons, John Philip Kemble, Elizabeth Inchbald, and Dorothy Jordan and the state of theatre at that time. I also had to do a lot of contemplation on something that’s been bothering me, and figuring out where and how to set healthy but fair boundaries around the issue.

Cooked dinner, relaxed in the evening, slept well. Did not do enough work on the textile project, although I did some work drafting the pattern. I’d hoped to piece at least one of the compasses this weekend, but I needed rest more. I will have to make up for it next weekend.

Slept well, up early this morning. I’ve had a schedule change for the week, which I will discuss in more detail a couple of days into the week. There are some practicalities that have to be handled early in the day, plus the book review and invoicing, and then moving on to the next ghostwriting project, which has 6K due next Thursday, June 5. Plus work on the radio play (which is due, in completion, June 3), and starting on the work for Llewellyn this week. AND I have to finish drafting the pattern for the textile piece so I can actually piece it next weekend and start the borders the following week.

I hope the painters make a lot of progress this week. While it’s nowhere near as chaotic as I feared, weeks of disruption still takes a toll.

I better get moving, hadn’t I? Have a great week!