My goal was to start writing this morning at 7:15, and it’s 7:15 on the dot. Am a machine.
In other news, look!
The fence is coming along! It’s actually further along than this now, but it’s rainy AF and I don’t want to traipse out there in the…OH, FINE.
Also, when I traipsed out there in the rain, Eds went out too. He’s already been out twice today and it’s a pain in the arse right now to let him out because I have to go out there with him in case he realizes we have no fence. I have to hawk over him every second, even though he still hasn’t attempted to exit that square that is our yard once.
Actually, she mainsplained, at the way back of my yard, the guy on the other side of me only fenced his yard halfway back and the rest is raw and untamed. So when I tore down MY fence, and I like how I act like I put on some hawk gloves and just started ripping fencing out, the way back of the yard is just open. Eds DID wander that way the other night when we were fetching Blu. But he didn’t RUN, he was just curious. And one sharp, “EDSEL” and he came right back.
Does anyone remember when Tallulah did everything in her power to escape me? Eds is a horse of a different color.
Anyway he went out there with me just now, for time number three for no reason whatsoever and you could tell he regretted it instantly.
I guess I have to power wash that patio. Goddammit.
Anyway, that’s exciting.
Meanwhile, each night I come home from a day of copy editing to…an evening of copy editing to help pay for the fence. You’ll see my total I owe for the fence in the sidebar is stubbornly the same, but that’s because I haven’t finished my first freelancing job yet. Once I invoice and get paid, I will SCREAM every cent over to pay for the damn fence. It BUGS me to be back in debt. I mean, I’m in debt for my car and my house, but you know what I mean.
In other news, I’m going to First Friday downtown tonight with some of my coworkers. Two people I know are in an art show and Ima check it out. All the art in this particular show has to have words in it, and I should have submitted THIS piece of art for consideration.
Also, in a few weeks, I’m going to the beach with Lottie Blanco, her wife Lottie Blanco and a bunch of their friends. They’ve rented a big beach house and asked me to come along. I was just bemoaning that I haven’t been to the beach in awhile, and all anyone ever says here is, “You’re three hours from the beach and three hours from the mountains.”
I mean, they say other things, otherwise how would any of us work or have relationships, but it’s a popular refrain, trust me. And it’s not 100% true. Where I’m going it’s more like three and a HALF hours, so.
I’ve already asked for the time off and have to schedule Edsel’s daycare boarding, and then I just need my beach body and …damn.
I’m trying to think of any other news, but I think that’s all I have to tell you. Work, come home, observe fence progression, freelance. I’ll bet they won’t come today because it’s raining, will they? Ding DANG it.
So I’ll go, but I know, I’ll think of you each step of your wayyyyyy. Also, I’ve taken these photos of late and welcome to my nightmare.
I’m still waiting for my chair to get recovered, and I have that blanket there for the pets to lie on in its place, and they really do use it, which amuses me. Back in the ’80s when I had a perm and you did too, I moved in with my pal Sandy. I had a wooden milk crate to decorate with and you did too. I set said crate near the window, “So Confetti can look out the window and chitter at birds,” I said.
And do you know that cat sat in the window and chittered at birds the whole time I lived there? I mean, he did other things, otherwise how could he have a job and relationships. But you know what I mean.
He also peed on one corner of the carpet, and I’m just now realizing I was the nightmare tenant you think of when you say, No pets.
And yes, I had a cat named Confetti. He was a peach-colored Persian I got at a pet shop back when I didn’t know you should adopt from the shelter. He was a magnificent cat but he really did pee everywhere.
Oh, and thanks for helping D apostrophe Lynn out yesterday with your words of advice. Look at us all go! We’re full of the wisdom. I still won’t call you all my sisters and say I’d be lost without my gal pals or whatever positive people say.
Down with people,