I forgot to mention, Dawn bought this for me when we were at Target. HE LIGHTS UP!!! Squeeeeee
Why yes, I do have it bad for RDJ, why do you ask?
Unfortunately that meant that Jim’s early start on Saturday was a little difficult, but once we got going it was all good. We ended up traveling along the lake shore and through some areas I’d never seen before, which is always fun. Jim wanted to go “junking.” Having grown up in the business, I relentlessly counter with “resale.” Yes, there’s a difference. Junk is… well it’s junk. It should be free, it’s always filthy, and if you cut yourself you’d be well-advised to go get some shots. Resale is a step up. Things are in generally better condition at a resale shop, though some proprietors are cleaner than others. My father’s store was about as clean as you could get as was the first one we went to in Hammond. I don’t recall the name, I’ll have to ask Jim and he’s out and about this week so that won’t happen any time soon. But it was a cool place with extremely reasonable prices. Had we been in a larger car, I think we might have ended up bringing some furniture back with us. Dawn scored a silver-plate pitcher for under $10, and a book of the transcripts of the three trials of Oscar Wilde for a buck!
I got a copper and rhinestone pin, two small silver-plate spoons, a set of four deep purple salad-size plates and a small, oval mirror with a beautiful frame all for under $20. Prices should be good at resale shops because part of what you do is pick through piles of stuff you don’t want to find something you do want. Resale shops are as much for treasure-hunters as for people who simply want a good deal on a TV or a comfy chair.
Our next stop was Whiting where we planned to hit several antique stores. Yes, again, there is a difference. Antique stores are going to be pricier than resale shops, sometimes a lot pricier. They’ll also probably have at least a few very nice pieces with hefty price tags. They should be quite clean because people who go to antique stores are not looking for bargains, they are looking for something special, that one piece that will make all the difference to a room in their home, and they don’t really want to get filthy as they look.
The first we got to had a chair in the window I think I’d have sold an internal organ for. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for my bank account, it was already sold, as was a superb chest right at the front of the store. The rest of the place was nice, but the good items were somewhat overpriced in my opinion, and of the rest, I’d say about 10% was really interesting.
The next ones Jim wanted to go to were a long walk and my back wasn’t up to it, so we headed back towards another he liked, and unfortunately it was closed. However we did stop at a little Croatian market where we bought bread and pork neck smoked on the premises, a couple of spreads (Dawn: plum, me: chestnut) and a bottle of Bull’s Blood, a Hungarian red which I’ve always wanted to try. The lady who owns the place was such fun; we stood around chatting with her about food and business and life in general. I really want to go back there in the future.
We stopped at an Indian grocery before starting for home, and my Pappadum Queen side came out. I ended up buying six different sorts plus a huge bag of turmeric which I take as a supplement, making it a micro-fraction of what I pay for the capsules. And we got samosas for the road, which we all finished before we got through the big intersection near the mall. Once we were back in the city we stopped at Target for my scripts and to look for the Sherlock Holmes soundtrack CD and the Iron Man Blu-ray. Neither were available but I did find Blu-rays of Serenity, V for Vendetta and Star Trek: The Reboot. Dawn and I watched Serenity last night and it was gorgeous!
We all had supper with Karen and Gene at Coletti’s and ice cream up at the Chocolate Shoppe where we finally met the owner who was a lot of fun. But then I sort of figured he would be given the ambiance of the place. Unfortunately the day out plus lack of sleep turned me into a zombie by 11, and I ended up falling asleep in front of the computer.
I imagine you’re wondering why the telephone, right? Well one of our stops was an AT&T store. I’d hit the point where I could upgrade cheaply and Dawn’s contract was up with T-Mobile so we opted for a family plan which saves her about $10 a month. That’s the phone I got. She got a 6350 in red and we spent about an hour yesterday trying to download ringtones from the Sherlock Holmes soundtrack. We did manage. Now I can’t wait for people to call my cell.
And finally, I withdrew a Micah Darcy story from an anthology. The editor wrote me and said that while it could fit with some work, I should consider the implications of having it tied to an anthology for two years. It was something I’d never actually considered, and I am fantastically grateful to have been given such sound advice. I said thanks and withdrew (I hope gracefully) and will now be making some changes before I submit it as a part of the series.
I find myself playing catch-up with the business side of writing. When I was being paid for it, back in the 90s it didn’t seem like a huge issue. You wrote, you submitted, you sold or didn’t sell. That was about the extent of my experience. Now there’s so much to consider. I’ve joined several online communities and have so much information coming at me, I’m not processing more than a bit of it at a time. It’s kind of exciting, but in the end, I’d rather just be doing the writing.
It was girls’ night tonight, so I cooked for a change, and it was pretty tasty, I must say. I made teriyaki turkey breast and a very springlike salad of lightly steamed asparagus (Steamed for 5 minutes in the microwave it keeps its color beautifully.) with fresh strawberries and a raspberry vinaigrette. Dawn stopped and bought a loaf of the most delicious bread imaginable so I passed on making the new potatoes I’d planned, which was fine. Dessert was German chocolate brownies. Yes, they were as good as you imagine, and none of us managed to finish ours because they were that rich.
We talked a lot tonight, which is fun. Actually we got pretty riotous about sex, and as a result felt compelled to watch Sherlock Holmes yet again in spite of the fact that the DVD should be arriving Monday or Tuesday. Yes it was just as good the umpty-gazillionth time as the first.
So now I’m wanting sleep, but my hair is still wet and I don’t want to go to bed like that because I’ll wake up with unfortunate hair. Also I find that if I eat protein before I go to bed my blood glucose doesn’t go sky high in the morning, so I have a couple of hard-boiled eggs and some homemade kimchee just for a little spice. It’s too salty but that makes it perfect for hard-boiled eggs. I’m going to get another jar of starter and try it again with less salt. This one is swiss chard, scallions, radishes and carrots. I’ll prolly add turnips to the next one and perhaps some cabbage.
Apropos of which, I went to see the doc (that’s apropos of my BG not the kimchee) yesterday and I think I frightened the poor thing. She started talking different drugs and I nixed them all. Then started talking about various tests including the colon cancer screening and I said “Just give me the home kit. No one is going to put anything up there unless I get a ring first.” The blood test was bad, 146 fasting. But today it was way down from there, suggesting some kind of anomaly. And the blood pressure and weight were both down so I’m probably doing about as well as I can be expected to do for a slug who likes to eat.
And I haven’t written anything in two days. After I got home from the doctor I tried to get my iPod up and running and ran afoul of iTunes 9. Do not ever let anyone tell you that Apple is the Most Perfect Company Ever because iTunes 9 is one of the worst programs I have ever used. It took me nearly 36 hours to get my poor iPod squared away and my music collection cataloged properly, which included removing more than 6000 duplicate titles by hand. Tomorrow we’re spending with Meester Jim, tomorrow night I have a date with Karen and Gene. My life is one mad whirl.
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First crank of the day: Software developers… look, I know that naming your files things like “VPid49K.zip” is pretty much business as usual for you guys, and that’s fine, but will you PLEASE have the courtesy to put a file in the archive that at least tells us the name of the program? You don’t even really have to tell us what it does, though that would be nice. Just the name would be sufficient. Why? you ask. Well, I’ll tell you… SO I CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FREAKING THING DOES BEFORE I DECIDE WHETHER TO ERASE IT OR NOT! I’m cleaning out my downloads folder and I’m finding things that look like a bad Scrabble hand. In desperation I’m scanning licenses to try to find out the tiniest bit of information. Look, it’s to your benefit. If a program is useful, I’ll want to get the most recent version, and maybe even pay you something for it.
Second crank of the day: The right needs to suck up their own personal hell the way the left had to for eight long, miserable years, and stop being such little girls about everything. Jesus, you’d think the government wants to kill your granny…
Crank the third: If you’re not interested in my manuscript could you just say so? I can’t tell if you’re passive-aggressive or just lazy.
Four, and counting: Look… any day when we get no mail or only a couple of pieces, I know there’s something not happening at the post office. I don’t care if you are a temp, bring the damn mail!
And finally: Sinuses, you need to shape up or I’m having you cemented in.
Yes, I am putting off laundry, washing the floors, getting tax stuff together and actually doing some writing. Why do you ask?
Like I need to do something, but I don’t know what. There’s a fic call that I’d all but decided to drop because it’s about 30k words by the end of April. I know I can do it, but did I want to with so much else going on? Last night I thought a lot about it, and decided to look over a piece I’d done for NaNoWriMo a couple of years ago, and see if it wouldn’t serve. I don’t know if anything will come of it, but at least I can give it a shot. Or I suppose I could get my tax stuff together. It’d be nice to have it done before, oh, April 14th.
Watched an odd Japanese film called “Gohatto” or “Taboo” last night, and I’m not quite sure what to think of it beyond having enjoyed the sight of some cute men with swords. I know I spent a lot of time muttering “these people are crazy.” Still, an interesting look at a sub-section of society in another era.
Charles is bringing someone by this afternoon to look at the roof. I don’t know… I’m going to guess that any roofer will at least say that it needs replacing because they could use the work right now, so how on earth can you be sure you’re getting an honest estimation of the roof’s condition. Charles always looks out for me, of course, but even he seems to think that it needs replacing. I think I’ll just let him do the negotiating.
Oh for heaven’s sake, there’s a man on a roof across the street. I wonder if that’s an omen.
Another gorgeous day here. I understand we’re going to be in the mid to upper sixties for the next two days and then plummet into the 30s and have snow. Welcome to Chicago. As if DST wasn’t enough of a problem right now. I hate time change. I mean I don’t like DST at all, but I wouldn’t hate it quite so much if it was the standard, y’know? It’s the change that’s hard on me. I have trouble sleeping, I can’t properly tell the time because everything looks different. Yes, I’m one of those people with a fantastic internal clock, and I know by the way the shadows look, or the level and color of light what time it should be. (You cannot imagine how bad my jet lag is. It took me nearly a month to get used to the change when I went to Europe, at least to the point where I wasn’t constantly just falling asleep at odd moments because I was so constantly exhausted.) When we do a time change, I get all confused, and lose track of time. It takes me a good month to adjust to the point where I’m not always looking at a clock and saying “WHAT?” or “Wait a minute, how did it get to be so late?” or, worst of all “Oh shit, I’m late!”
Twice a year I say this: I don’t care what you call the time and I don’t care how you measure it. Just pick one and stick with it. Don’t be changing back and forth, or changing when it happens. Just one time, please. And if I ever have a chance to meet Benjamin Franklin, I will tell him that I admire him tremendously, but that I’d like to give him a boot up the backside for thinking up Daylight Savings Time. Jerk.
I changed all my Windows sounds to Buffy-verse clips, so now when the mail arrives Buffy says “Get down with your bad self.” and when I power down, Giles says “The earth is definitely doomed.” It takes so little to amuse me.
When I was a little girl, I heard the following rhyme: Spring has sprung, the grass is riz. I wonder where the flowers is. I’ve never forgotten it, silly thing that it is, and I’ve probably said it to myself at least once a year since then. But yeah, this is about the time of year I start longing to see blooming things. I know it’s a bit early, but then humans always do tend to jump the gun. I start looking for signs of autumn in late August, and long for snow around Thanksgiving. It’s been beautiful here all week. I understand that by tomorrow we may have temps in the 70s (which even I think it a bit premature) and on Sunday, maybe some snow. Just to keep things lively.
One of my favorite bloggers, Ulla M. of Ullabenulla, has put together a collection of some of her favorite things on Tumblr. It’s called Fairytale Style and Inspiration If that’s your thing, hie you on over there and take a peek I’ve already gleaned some serious inspiration from the photos she’s posted there. Frex, check out the dress to the left, and try not to think of it as a dress so much as a window dressing. Okay well I can see it even if you can’t. I have miles of (dirty) white voile curtains that came with the house, and if I move all of them into the dining room, I can start gathering and draping, and add more opaque highlights. It’ll nicely obscure the fact that my dining room looks pretty much into my neighbor’s dining room.
But there are also links there to the sources such as Where the Wild Roses Grow a UK designer who does the most fairy-like things you can imagine. Check out her gallery of past designs as well as the things that are on sale right now.
Seriously, when was the last time you saw a pair of lichen earrings? I think I would kill for her Oak Twig earrings, but I don’t have the money for them right now. See note about roof below.
On the writing front, I have five stories submitted to publishers, and am waiting for the edit on another. Two more are in draft form and need their rewrites, and one is on hold pending me rethinking the whole thing. (Well I have lots on hold but this is one I’m actually working on right now.)
Tomorrow Charles is coming by with some guys to look at the roof, and I’m thinking that if it’s as bad as he fears, and I can get someone to put a new roof on for around $15K, I’m going to just do it and be done. It’s going to be a long time before I can earn that much, but rain and snow don’t really care; you can’t ask them to come back when you’re ready for them. It might be best all the way ’round to just take care of things now rather than pay for years of patching and repair work.
Grocery day, which means that I’m sort of SOL for supper since the order could come any time between 4:30 and 10:00 tonight. I’ve got some stewed mushrooms I could heat up, and some good bread. Might work. Or I could just skip supper and have a V8. (Wow, I coulda had a V8 instead of a meal! *slaps forehead*) Dawn’s making CB & cabbage tomorrow, I guess, which is good, and so I’m going to make a vegetarian curry on Friday and hope that Taylor can come.
I think I have spring fever. I just want to lie in my chair and doze.