a day

5 03 2008

roller freaking coaster.

woke up this morning several times, already depressed, even before i got a good look outside at the increasing dark-and-grey and the spitting of the snow-right-on-the-edge-of-rain, & when i finally got my clothes on & came blearily out into the world, i found communicative evidence that i’d been accidentally a total ass to a friend & hurt some feelings. i apologized profusely, of course, but that’s still never a good way to start a day.

was given a coffee & loaned an umbrella for getting around between babysitting jobs, which was nice.

tried to call TSA to double-check relevant information for trying to fly saturday, but they had no local number, so i sent them an email, which was unsatisfactory. got another progress report about tammy in my email too, but it’s not any better yet. tried to call the landlord to confirm rent-check arrival & lease-renewal, but he wasn’t home.

went to caleb’s, where he beamed at me and cooed at me and grinned at me and was very soft and snuggly, which was nice. maggy-the-dog was a pest, however, and then when the baby got sleepy and didn’t want to sleep he decided it would be better to start practicing for a future olympic career in athletic flailing. he napped not at all, and i might have bruises.

jaunted next to sit w/escher next door, who lit up like a christmas tree when i arrived and played with me and balloons and person-gymnastics and toys and laundry baskets and mirrors and everything else he could reach to touch for a while, which was terrifically nice. and then he got sleepy and didn’t want to sleep, so he whined through a quickly-aborted attempt to settle him in his bed for a nap, & then promptly fell asleep on top of me in a liquid flop of stripey-footie-jammied little-boy adorableness in the rocker, which was probably the nicest part of the day.

went to the bank in the cold to drop off checks, which was easy except for the numb fingers, and except for how i forgot to also go to the blockbuster, so i have to go back out tomorrow. tried to internet-shop to send something to somebody, but it didn’t work at all.

did a cluster of editing work for the harrow, which primarily involves waiting for REALLY SLOW WEB PAGES to load and writing polite rejections to tell nice people that we don’t want their poetry. i hate writing rejection letters. i write nicer ones than some other ppl on staff, which is why it’s my job, but i still hate it.

was gifted with leftover curry for dinner, which was lovely, although it required making brown rice in the rice cooker, which is very tasty but takes forever and never works right–following the modified-for-brown-rice directions always still results in burning a layer onto the bottom. still ahead of me, probably in the morning b/c i don’t care tonight: cleaning the layer of burnt rice off the bottom. curry = still awesome, but higher maintenance than it seemed at first glance.

scrubbed toilet, swept floors, edited a whole long paper about mouse brains for my syracuse job, did laundry that still needs folding, i gots bills to pay, & also my computer shopping efforts have been thoroughly disappointing. BUT:

yestereve was spent helping shawn bake a chocolate chocolate cake from scratch, cobbling some dinner together of delicious bits of previously started kitchen projects, & then drinking merlot, eating cake, & watching vampire movies. there’s plenty of delicious, both actual and metaphorical, it just doesn’t last, & so it’s always another energy burn, revving up, trying again, again, again.

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8 responses

6 03 2008
donnickcottage

If you wrote me a rejection letter… I’d forgive you:)

6 03 2008
donnickcottage

If you wrote me a rejection letter… I’d forgive you:)

6 03 2008
faerieariel

um, are those comments I write in those little boxes considered “letters?” yikes, if they are, then I’m a complete jerk.

6 03 2008
tyra

nope, & you’re absolutely not. your comments just go to me. it’s my job to write nice notes to the poets, & to cut-and-paste anything from your notes that i think will be helpful to them when considering revisions or looking to future work. so sometimes they see your stuff (framed and elaborated and made-nice-with) and sometimes they don’t see any of it at all.
that’s cuz i’m the editor. rejection letters are my job. you’re the reviewer–your job is to tell me who to reject. 🙂

6 03 2008
tyra

nope, & you’re absolutely not. your comments just go to me. it’s my job to write nice notes to the poets, & to cut-and-paste anything from your notes that i think will be helpful to them when considering revisions or looking to future work. so sometimes they see your stuff (framed and elaborated and made-nice-with) and sometimes they don’t see any of it at all.
that’s cuz i’m the editor. rejection letters are my job. you’re the reviewer–your job is to tell me who to reject. 🙂

6 03 2008
faerieariel

um, are those comments I write in those little boxes considered “letters?” yikes, if they are, then I’m a complete jerk.

15 03 2008
Anonymous

Try rinsing the rice well and then sauteeing it in a bit of olive oil briefly before you put it in the rice cooker. Works like a dream for me with brown rice.

15 03 2008
Anonymous

Try rinsing the rice well and then sauteeing it in a bit of olive oil briefly before you put it in the rice cooker. Works like a dream for me with brown rice.

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