Reflections

I felt like one of Pavlov’s dogs yesterday; the Lou Crew had the day off and I had to function in silence, without the pounding of hammers and buzzing of saws and the occasional sound as though the house just split in half. I have no new pictures today, but maybe tomorrow.

I remembered it was some time in August of last year when I switched over my blog but I wasn’t exactly sure of the date. Turns out it was the 24 th. And that gave me an idea. I decided to look back to see what I was talking about a year ago. It went thusly, with a follow up:

I’m still working with Belinda on trying to get this blog page back up and running to its full potential and I’m also waiting out the new 3 day period from my last website issue (for McGinty), which possibly, we might have narrowed down to a specific spot that’s causing the trouble. I could go into detail but it would probably just be confusing to you so, let’s leave it at the fact that the trouble may have been pinpointed and it’s being looked into. The “Belinda” issue never did get resolved, most of all my pictures disappeared (except those I posted after the crash and the few I was able to recover) and that’s why I moved the blog. McGinty, incidently is still on hiatus. Need to get working on that soon. How many strawberries can they possibly harvest, you know what I mean?

In the meantime, I finally got off my you know what and got myself down to the gym yesterday for a much needed return to exercise. Not only do I feel the need (sore back, aching feet, panting with nearly every step I take) I also saw in the mirror the most obvious reason to get back to the weights and some heavy duty aerobic exercise. There, I’ve painted a nice grotesque picture of myself for all the world to see. It wasn’t the most stellar performance of my life, but I muddled through and just have to keep it in my head to persevere. And of course that means not capping off the night with a Mr. Tod’s mini pie or two. I bought a box of 10 mini pies at the end of last week so I could also wish him good luck on the show, Shark Tank, but I didn’t get to actually see or speak to him this time. Turns out, though, he got the investment from one of the “sharks” on the show.  The image in the mirror is only slightly less reprehensible than it was then and I’ve been trying to get downstairs in the mornings before the Lou Crew arrives (at mostly inconsistant times between 7:30 and 8 since this new major construction began–two mornings ago they arrived and were ringing the doorbell while I was in the shower and I ran down the stairs, soaped up and in a towel and it was before 7:30 because they had to get something done before the inspector came.  I haven’t been to Mr. Tod’s store since the posting a year ago. Everytime I would go in there for a lemon chess pie, they never had them, so I started making them myself. I haven’t had one in quite a while. I really don’t need it. Less reprehensible is a better place and I’d like to keep it that way.

The next thing I have to start concentrating on (both of us do, actually) is getting back to walking in our 4 mile route in the mornings. I know I mentioned it quite some time ago we were going to get back to it. We still haven’t. A year later and status quo! I don’t know what the aversion is. I love that time of abandon, when most of the immediate world is still asleep, when nothing else is on my mind other than trying to get a few steps further each day or trying to ignore the stabbing pain of a newly formed blister on the back of my foot and relishing that euphoric feeling after returning home,that sense of accomplishment.  Maybe an unscheduled walk on a weekend will break down that wall.

I got an invitation to attend a writer’s conference with a guaranteed 15 minute, one on one sit down with a publisher for a personalized discussing and chance to pitch my novel. If I registered by yesterday I could save $50 dollars off the admission fee. I hemmed and hawed, as I usually do and when I saw the price tag–$395– I thought ‘you gotta be kidding me!’ I can’t afford that and there’s no assurance it would even do me any good.That probably sounds defeatest, but that’s quite a chunk of cash to throw away on a rejection. That’s defeatest, I know. The most recent agent lady I’m hoping to court is still not taking submissions. Time to keep looking. And time to get back to finishing my second book. I know… I know!

I saw a report this morning that Paula Abdul could possibly end up on the new season of Dancing With The Stars, either as a judge or a contestant.  I just reported the other day how she is now signed to something else and will not be returning to American Idol, nor, would I imagine, Dancing With The Stars since both are on conflicting networks to the one she is currently signed with.

Well, that takes care of that.  Whoops, sorry, still at Walmart: If only this guy was at the fair.

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