Thurs. June 26, 2025: Hoping for a Break in Humidity

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Thursday, June 26, 2025

Waxing Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Cloudy and humid

You can read the latest about the garden over on Gratitude and Growth.

Went a few rounds fighting about my mother’s medical and tax bills. Ran my errands to the library and post office.

Managed to polish and submit the poem. I’ve never submitted to this monthly challenge, and the poem might be longer than what they want. But it was a good exercise, and I said what I wanted to say in the poem, so it’s all good. If they don’t want it, I have a finished piece that I can submit elsewhere.

The family friend just will not stop with “just do this, like I say” when I say I can’t do this right now and to please stop. What part of “no” is incomprehensible? Why the refusal to respect a completely understandable boundary? The level of privilege and entitlement just astonishes me. I’m exhausted. I burst into tears Tuesday afternoon because of it, and did so again in the car yesterday.

Fortunately, the curators at LAVA Center are both very excited to meet me at my play on Sunday and having me as part of the Words on Art on Words installation.

Ran my errands, got home. It was hotter inside yesterday than it was the day before, when it was hotter outside. It got up to 89F inside yesterday. By early afternoon, I couldn’t even move. I took a nap on the couch, drank about a gallon of water during the course of the day (not an exaggeration).

By late afternoon, I had gotten notes back on one of the ghostwriting assignments (not the one I turned around revisions on within three days, the other one). I invoiced for this portion of the assignment. I will go through it later today with questions, and then figure out how long it will take me to do the 20K version, especially with the holiday coming up. But at least I was able to invoice, so a little bit of money will be here in the next few days.

The oscillating fan that’s top-heavy keeps falling over and breaking apart. The screw that’s supposed to “fasten” it to the main pole can’t get tight enough because the surface is shiny and it rests against it rather than having a slot to actually fasten into. At one point, it fell over and nearly hit Charlotte. Fortunately, her reflexes are good, although it convinced Bea that Fans Are Not To Be Trusted. But that was it for me. I ripped the fan apart (couldn’t get it all unfastened) and stuffed it back into the box. I can’t find the receipt, although the box has the information clearly stamped on it from the store, and I printed out the transaction from my account. I’m taking it back today. Would I like a refund? Yes, but without the receipt, I doubt I’ll get one. This is what I get for cleaning up. If they don’t give me a receipt, I’m still dumping it at the store. I don’t want that dangerous thing in my house. I went on the store’s website and gave it a bad review.

Printed out my ticket for the show in Lenox tomorrow.

Uncomfortable evening, hard to sleep. Only managed to get it down to 85F inside overnight, although it’s only in the mid-60’s outside. I’m trying to get it cooler inside. Hopefully, because the temperature outside will only be in the 70’s, I can cool it down inside, too. And I wish we’d get the promised thunderstorm.

On today’s agenda: meditation group online, returning the fan, working on the anthology story, going through the notes for the revision. Hopefully, the temperature will stay down, as promised. We’re supposed to have a cool evening, and then a rainy day tomorrow.

Have a good one!