Song of the day: “Seeya later aligator” by...well, whoever sang it. I just know the chorus, and it’s been going through my head most of the day.
So, I’m a little upset at the moment, we just stopped in the middle of a rather fruitless editing session, and at this particular time I am unable to cope with changing the manuscript. Sure, I know, the story needs to be updated to today’s writing style, and stuff needs to be checked and double checked, but at the moment I can’t deal with the change for the sake of change feel there is to it. There are instances where I can’t get my head around the possibility that a sentence is wrong when in the nine previous edits it was perfectly fine. I mean, how can you tell whether this will be better than any of the others before it? Will the changing not just make it so that we’ll have to read it again, if for no other purpose than to check if the changes were accurate? It’s a little frustrating, and right this instance I’m a little…I don’t know, iffy about the subject. Personally I want to scream, toss the computer down and go to bed early, but what the hey, bed time will be here soon enough. *sigh*
I guess the fact that most of today was wasted in the car, heading back and forth to town for the friggin’ Opel Atra. Seriously, I would like nothing better than to toss a Molotov cocktail in the blasted thing and never see it again. But of course I can’t. Not after all the friggin’ money we put in the repairs and buying alone. Jeez.
But anyway, we noticed that the cooling liquid was lowering again. So we dropped the vehicle off there, asked for an estimate for the Land Rover’s tune-up, and did some groceries so we can postpone the big shopping for another week (hopefully). I did joke at the garage that I might as well move in there what with all the trips we need to make for this friggin time, and though that got a laugh (even though I was semi-serious) I am getting to know those folks way too well. Hah
By the time we were back home the sun was getting nice and toasty and I’d just about changed clothes to head on down for the edit when my phone rang. The garage. They’d finished and according to the lady who deals with the paperwork, the ordering and phones she had an estimate for me. It’s going to set us back a ways, but since we’re talking oil change here, along with checking the brakes and such, it is not something we can get around. Added to that, the mechanics were done with the Opel and asked to speak to me personally when I came to pick it up.
Aaaaargh! We’d just come home half an hour earlier. So yeah, we headed down to the basin where I made a quick supper of beets with onion, rice and cheese (which was delicious. Luckily caregiver had offered to make preparations while we were out).
Since we had to go to town again anyway, we decided we might as well take a dip in the sea while we were there.
So yeah, the mechanics explained that they wanted us to NOT fill up the cooling liquid for the next week unless it becomes REALLY low. Something to do with the car looking for the level it prefers and all that, so of course we agreed to keep a close eye.
The swim was rather wonderful. Did a sturdy crawl to the first buoy (150 yards out, give or take) and was pleasantly surprised that I managed to keep up my speed as well as I did. It sure lets us skip tonight’s workout session with the boxing ball. Yay.
Afterwards we headed home with both cars and managed to catch another hour in the yard before it started getting dark. Editing time, and thus my present frustration. *sigh*
Yesterday. Well, yesterday involved canning, of course. Tenant, Danni and I canned six pots of tomato veggie soup, seven pots of green beans and one pot of peppers. It took a while, but we’re gradually getting better at the stuff. Had it all done ‘round four, at which time I was tired enough to need a little nap. Jeez. I couldn’t really sleep, of course, so it was more frustrating than anything.
There was another session in the yard afterwards and then up to the terrace in front of my cabin to do an edit. Though it was short, we did manage to do a few pages…but I don’t want to talk about that at the moment. Still not over my little tiff, I guess.
Well, that’s it for me today, I could undoubtedly whine about the ticks that are sucking our dogs dry, and the amount I have already killed in the past couple of days (ticks, not dogs, silly) but I won’t. I’ll have pity on you, and leave it at this. Hah.