It's been that kind of day
May. 7th, 2004 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancinghorseA publisher is three months late with a payment. This is reaching the critical stage. I am having "sell the horses and move into an apartment" thoughts again. Even knowing how awful that would be (not just for my quality of life but for my karma), the thoughts persist.
Taminy-cat had a miserable day. Then his abscess burst. Yucko-gross. YICK. (Though this is good. It means he should start to get better finally. And without spending another $200 I don't have at the vet's--which option was proposed over the phone by vet this morning.)
We shall not mention the various stress reactions in the body politic.
The dog's license renewal came back as "Because your payment was sent in two weeks early, you are entitled to pay twice the amount billed." (Don't. Even. Ask.)
All outgoing mail through my ISP tonight has bounced back with spamcop warnings. At first I thought it was just AOL. Nope. The whole damned smtp server is flagged. My mailbox server uses my ISP's smtp server. Killing off both my main addy and my backup addy. Good thing I have a backup for the backup.
And speaking of stealth grief...maybe it's the phase of the moon, but I've been getting blindsided, too.
And no Pages were written, because of all the other nonsense. And it is now past midnight. And I will wake up at 5:30, because this is The Country and that is what one does.
On the bright side, I had enough energy late in the day to saddle up ze keed, always my best bud on bad days, and go for a trail ride down off the mesa, past Bree (yes, there is a house labeled Bree down there), and back up the hill to the higher country. Keed was a Prancing Pony here and there: couple of spookbolts, one at a Rottweiler throwing itself against a rather flimsy fence, and one at who knows what but it sure was impressive. I was too spazzed to be further fazed by equine explosions. It was, spookbolts and all, quite a pretty ride through some beautiful desert--still in full bloom--on a lovely, quite warm but not unbearable evening.
And I did not watch the stupid Friends finale. Not a sitcom fan anyway, and never did get this one. At all. I was subjected to a piece of it when I tried to record ER, which messed up the recording, snarl, but that was it. Mostly I stuck with movie channels and odd bits of things. (On TCM now: The Vikings, wonderfully dorky Kirk Douglas vehicle with Real Fjord Ponies. Not Real Icelandics, but hey. Even still. I love Fjord ponies. They're the punk rockers of the horse world.)
Taminy-cat had a miserable day. Then his abscess burst. Yucko-gross. YICK. (Though this is good. It means he should start to get better finally. And without spending another $200 I don't have at the vet's--which option was proposed over the phone by vet this morning.)
We shall not mention the various stress reactions in the body politic.
The dog's license renewal came back as "Because your payment was sent in two weeks early, you are entitled to pay twice the amount billed." (Don't. Even. Ask.)
All outgoing mail through my ISP tonight has bounced back with spamcop warnings. At first I thought it was just AOL. Nope. The whole damned smtp server is flagged. My mailbox server uses my ISP's smtp server. Killing off both my main addy and my backup addy. Good thing I have a backup for the backup.
And speaking of stealth grief...maybe it's the phase of the moon, but I've been getting blindsided, too.
And no Pages were written, because of all the other nonsense. And it is now past midnight. And I will wake up at 5:30, because this is The Country and that is what one does.
On the bright side, I had enough energy late in the day to saddle up ze keed, always my best bud on bad days, and go for a trail ride down off the mesa, past Bree (yes, there is a house labeled Bree down there), and back up the hill to the higher country. Keed was a Prancing Pony here and there: couple of spookbolts, one at a Rottweiler throwing itself against a rather flimsy fence, and one at who knows what but it sure was impressive. I was too spazzed to be further fazed by equine explosions. It was, spookbolts and all, quite a pretty ride through some beautiful desert--still in full bloom--on a lovely, quite warm but not unbearable evening.
And I did not watch the stupid Friends finale. Not a sitcom fan anyway, and never did get this one. At all. I was subjected to a piece of it when I tried to record ER, which messed up the recording, snarl, but that was it. Mostly I stuck with movie channels and odd bits of things. (On TCM now: The Vikings, wonderfully dorky Kirk Douglas vehicle with Real Fjord Ponies. Not Real Icelandics, but hey. Even still. I love Fjord ponies. They're the punk rockers of the horse world.)
