Wed. May 27, 2026: Laundry & Other Dilemmas
image courtesy of Jill Wellington from Pixabay Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Cloudy and warm
Mid-week, here we are.
After yesterday’s morning chores, I settled into work. I wanted to go back to I WILL BE DIFFERENT, but it needs to sit for a bit, so I can look at it with fresh eyes.
Checked with the problematic client. No work right now (it’s been nearly two months, and even when we had breaks in previous years, it was never more than two weeks), but they have a listing up to hire more freelancers. Right. I used to be able to count on that gig in that I could ease up a bit when I had other deadlines, and ramp up when I wanted to make a little extra. Now, I just can’t count on it at all. I do need to get a few other things into position before I make a final decision, but I see the writing on my wall, at least.
I printed out directions and maps on the route I want to the hotel in S. Deerfield, then from the hotel to the theatre in Greenfield, and also to the diner where I want to eat breakfast the next morning (the hotel is very no frills, which means no breakfast). My car is too old for GPS, and if I put Murder Maps into my phone, it often sniffily states that GPS “dropped out” if I don’t do exactly what they say when they say it, even if so doing would kill me. (Hence, Murder Maps).
So I print maps and directions instead.
Bea still hasn’t forgiven me for trying to get her to read a map. When I first brought her home from Beacon, Murder Maps tried to send us into a lake and then dropped out. I pulled over near said lake and pulled out a paper map and showed it to her, telling her we had to figure out the rest of the way home. She looked at me with, “I’m a feral cat from another state. I got nothing.”
I’ll put the directions together in the folder with my hotel confirmation, and then print out the script and put it in a small binder next week (it’s only a 15-minute play), and I’ll be all set. Toss in a notebook and whatever book I choose to take with me, and the script bag is packed. Okay, two books, because I can never take just one book.
Fingers crossed that’s not the day my “word” shows up for the exquisite corpse poem. A couple of years ago, I got the word to start my poem as I drove to the Small Business Expo in Dalton, so I sat at a picnic table and worked on the poem before the event began. I worked it some more when I got home, and sent it off by deadline. I know I can do it; I would just prefer it was more spread out. And no, I can’t request another day. You do the poem the day you’re up. That’s part of the deal.
Had troubling getting back into the rhythm of BETTING MAN, and didn’t get much done.
Dashed out to the library, where I dropped off a big stack of books and picked up a slightly smaller stack of books. Lunch was created from lettuce we’ve grown and things from our CSA box. It was very good.
I did some repotting, and put some of the plants that need to be out on the back balcony out there. I still have to get the shelf unit out there, probably tomorrow.
Turned my attention to the ghostwriting. I had a good session and am almost where I hoped to be by the end of the day, even with the research forays.
Changed, and headed to yoga. Yoga was good, but for some reason, my hip felt worse after class than going in. Don’t know what’s going on with that.
Heated up leftovers for dinner, read a bit.
Slept reasonably well. Up early to get most of the morning routine done before hauling the laundry out. I will fold it and put it away after breakfast.
On today’s agenda: writing, ghostwriting, picking up the CSA box this afternoon, a literary committee meeting tonight. So I better get going!
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