Song of the
day: “Ocean” by Mike Perry feat Shy Martin. Lovely song. Gives me such a good
feeling. Definitely not a bad one to have stuck in your head as an earworm.
Oh my, doesn’t
time fly? It’s a been a full year since I gave up on my job at the Wellness and
Spa, and where am I? Right back there for two months now. How weird life can
work out sometimes, right? If it weren’t for the publishing contract I’d be
worried about going “back” so to speak, but since I am now a part time
employee, things are vastly different, thank gawd. I mean, in the past couple
of months I overdid it a little. We were short staffed, colleagues needed a day
off, etc, so I ended up doing four days a week, and even a fiver, which is
understandable, but not smart. Y’all remember the state I was in after that year
doing an average of 6 days a week, more than 7 hours a day. I couldn’t hack it,
because my writing suffered from it. *sigh*
Besides, I’ve
also noticed that if I work, more days, I care waaaaay too much for what should
be nothing more than a job. It’s not my career,
and doing the job I’m paid for, to the best of my ability, is all I a
owe to my employer, right? Right. That doesn’t change that there are moments of
frustration, mind you, but what the heck. Gotta learn to let that go.
So. I have
not a clue what did and didn’t tell y’all about the last time. I’ll just have
to guess. Won’t I. Well, in regards to working out, this part time gig is a lot
better than full time. What it boils down to these days is me working 3-4 days
a week. Which means top sport for as far as I’m concerned. Those 3 mornings
amount to four hours or running at a 110 percent. Scrubbing walls, floors and
whatnot, basically hitting all the necessary muscle groups. Yay! That covered,
the remaining 3-4 days a week I do a 1- 1.5 hour work-out of my Qigong,
weightlifting, kickboxing and the occasional bodyweight exercise. Yeah!!!
The
work-outs are really doing me good. Looks like they are just what I needed for
my plantars fasciitis. I am barely bothered by that now, even on days when I work
and have to walk a lot. Remember, back in the day, when I would complain all
the time about how painful my feet were, like I was walking on glass, and no
matter what I did, it wouldn’t get better. Well, it is. Such a relief that.
Looks like I finally found a way to cure that little affliction. Yay!
Also,
finally, had my appointment at the hospital for my varicose vein. Got my leg
and veins examined, prodded at, but it turns out that the one still there, is
not a new problem, but really just something they missed during my last
procedure. Yay. In fact, my veins looked rather good (also an effect of the
qigong, I’m pretty sure, considering several of the exercises have to do with
improving circulation, which is vital) which was a relief to hear. Regretfully,
because the leftover vein is not a medical issue, it is also not part of the
insurance. *sobs* But, since it has no rush, other than for vanity purposes, I
can just wait, save up some money, and then go to a clinic to have the odious thing
removed, myself. Just requires patience, is all.
Did some
wonderful experimenting with food of late. Made a couple of awesome cakes. One
a chocolate nutty cake for my father’s birthday. He came over for dinner, and
to see the new place recently. Was a working day for me, and for some reason I forgot
to set my alarm, or I slept through it, and ended up doing a too long siesta,
meaning I had to rush dinner. Worked out okay, though. The cake was just about
done when he and stepmother arrived. Had a nice afternoon together, a short
walk to see more of the area, and all in all, caught up on the past couple of
months because we had all been so very busy.
Another cake
involved lots of nuts, which was yummy. Also had a great bakmi, which
thankfully lasted two day. Had a friend over for barbeque, which was fun,
because the previous occupants of the house obviously used the corner of the
yard as a biowaste dump, meaning we had a whole batch of home-grown potatoes.
Yummy. Also experimented with a cauliflower, involving egg, hazelnuts, herbs
and cheese, which worked out really well, for me anyway. Big brother is not a
big fan of oven dishes, so I ended up living of the leftovers for three days in
a row, which was a bit much. Grrr.
The edit:
Oh. My. Gawd. ANOTHER round of changes was requested and I got 4 days for it…did
four days…around work. So it was a week. Can’t do magic, and money has to come
in, seriously. It’s not like I can just sit down at the computer for four days,
all random-like. Jeez. I need to plan such writing sprees, make sure that work
doesn’t intervene. And that is just me. For big brother it is even harder. He
does full friggin’ days, and what little time is left beyond that…well, that’s
why it took a week instead.
We had some
arguments throughout, of course, which is never good. But with the time
pressure, the proposed changes, it wasn’t all that odd that there were
explosive moments of debate about what we could and couldn’t do, that there was
frustration and whatnot for the duration. But, we didn’t kill each other, and
the manuscript is back in the editor’s court, so…keep yer fingers crossed.
So, before
the latest edit request came, I’ve steadily been working on “A Taste of Life”.
Been rearranging the chapters, checking out how to fit it into a plot beat
sheet, and how to put together a proper synopsis, see if I can shuffle around
scenes, get some stuff out, put some new stuff in. See if I can make it work
for the publisher so that maybe within the next year we can have another book
out. That sure would be nice.
Visited Tenant.
She appears to be cooping at the senior home. I do find it sad to see her…degrade
is the word, I guess. I remember how she used to practise staying mobile, and
active, only to now see her wither away in that blasted chair. I spent a couple
of hours with her. We talked, went for a little walk around her home, and then
I had to leave again. We did agree that she would come to visit us, which she
did. And she really liked it. Actually held out until five in the evening,
which was nice for her. She doesn’t get out all that much. And she loved seeing
the new place, even though she couldn’t go upstairs, of course.
Other than
that…well, not a lot of stuff happened. I know, the glamorous life of an
author: working the part time day job, working on the books. Not a single party to boast about. Hah
No matter,
though. I’ll party my own way.
