Saturday morning in the Lost Apartment and all is sort of well. I slept extremely well last night, and was awakened by a very hungry and needy Sparky this morning. I didn’t mind getting up–the bed is so comfortable on Saturday mornings–but here I am, having quickly scanned through my email inbox and having finished my first cup of coffee this morning already. I feel good, actually. Yesterday was a nice day. I got my work duties completed and we went to Costco, as well as ran another errand on the way (Paul had to stop by his office, which wasn’t easy since O’Keefe is still only partially open most of the time and yesterday it wasn’t open at all. But it was no big deal, and Costco actually had several things they’ve not had in a while that I like (like a half-case of Clearly Canadian1 bottles, which is my FAVORITE sparkling water of all time; I just wish they’d bring back green apple, which was my favorite. However, during Paul’s time at the office I picked up a few things at Cadillac Rouse’s and they now carry it by the bottle as well–and had STRAWBERRY! That’s a new flavor I’ve never seen before), which is always a lovely thing. We came home, put things away (I still need to reorganize things to be more efficient) and I did some chores before it was time for the LSU-Georgia Gymnastics meet, which was very fun to watch. They had a great meet, the Tigers broke their own record for highest score ever (and I still think they were underscored), and looked incredibly impressive. They beat Georgia by almost a full point and a half, and Georgia had a pretty good score. We watched another episode of The Madness, which is still really good, and I went to bed early–probably why getting up this morning wasn’t such a chore. I also worked on some editing and paid some bills–need to do some more of that this morning, in fact.
My neck has oddly been sore the last two mornings. Maybe I’m sleeping at a bad angle, I don’t know, but it’s annoying.
Today I need to take care of some things, and I am going to spend some time trying to finish reading my book before I head into the spice mines and do some writing. I want to get both of those short stories revised this weekend, as well as get some good work done on the book as well. I need to clean out my inbox, and there’s some filing that needs doing–and as I mentioned before, I need to really organize the cabinets, the pantry, and the refrigerator to accommodate everything we got yesterday. You know, I’ve been going to Costco since at least 2016 (or whenever it opened here), and we’ve spent an insane amount of money there. I didn’t really have much of a problem cutting Target out of my shopping life when they spat in the queer community’s face last year, and I can honestly say I don’t miss shopping there in the least. When it was a viable alternative for gadgets and kitchenware and so forth to Wal-Mart, I didn’t mind spending the extra money it cost shopping there because they supported my community. Now they don’t–they seem to only want to pander to MAGA trash, who will never shop there–so they are welcome to market to and develop that market as much as they can. Good luck to you with that, by the way.
The first thing I learned in my first business course in college was “never piss off your customer base.” That’s rule number one. You aggressively use “ally-ship energy” to bring traffic into your stores, make marginalized communities your primary customer base, and then you decide to piss all over them to appease a minority that doesn’t even patronize your company? Well, keep finding out, Target. The great thing is that if you do collapse into bankruptcy, another chain will rise to take your place until you’re as forgotten as K-Mart.
And good fucking riddance.
Heavy sigh.
I took a little break before finishing this to have breakfast and read some more of The Bell in the Fog, and got so caught up in the story that I just went ahead and finished it–and I have thoughts (more on this later). I did really enjoy it, and I have to say again how exciting it is to be a queer crime writer/reader now…because there are so many amazing queer crime writers publishing today. Y’all need to check out Lev AC Rosen if you haven’t already–stop everything and get the books, okay? You can thank me later. I also think my next read is going to actually be a reread; I may also read something new concurrently. I want to revisit an original Ian Fleming James Bond novel; it’s been a very long time since I read one of the Ian Flemings, and that revisit (Live and Let Die, to be exact) reminded me that the books were written in a horrifically bigoted era. I read the Ian Flemings all when I was a teenager, and I did enjoy them–even as I saw they were very different from the films; I was able to read them as a different thing from the films rather than “the movies are better” or “the films ruined the books” or any of that sort of thing. I mean, it’s right there in the name: adaptations.
But I am going to bring this to a close. We just had a downpour, and the sun is out again. I am going to go get cleaned up, read a little bit more, and then get back on the writing horse. So as I prepare to go into the spice mines for the rest of the day, I hope that you have a lovely Saturday, Constant Reader, and I will check in with you again later.
- I used to drink Clearly Canadian in the early 1990s. It’s the only sparkling water I’ve ever actually liked, and then I couldn’t find it anymore. I started finding it again a few years ago in stores…but the gold mine is when they have the half-cases at Costco. Three bottles of four flavors–and while there’s one I don’t like (cherry), it’s bearable. ↩︎
Queer and Loathing in America 