Tag: Untamed

Armageddon It

Saturday, another heat advisory, and who knows if there will be thunderstorms today? There were some yesterday, apparently, but not here. It was a nice day, to be honest. I had my work meeting in the morning, did my at-home work, picked up my medication (I still can’t believe how much it costs) and then returned home where I did some chores around the house and some serious organization. My desk is pristine, uncluttered and lovely to look at–like something out of a magazine shoot for an article about a writer. I also worked on the laundry room some–as well as doing all the bed linens and three loads of clothes (I wish I were making that up). I did a load of dishes that needs putting away so I can put another load into the dishwasher.

I was quite the 1950s housewife yesterday, wasn’t I?

I also felt good for most of the day–rested, not fatigued, cheerful and no mind mush–which I hope is a lovely sign for today. I’m going to order groceries to be delivered so I don’t have to go anywhere today, and keep working on the house while writing here at my oh-so clean desk. I slept really well again last night and feel terrific this morning. The coffee is delicious this morning and I am about to make some toast to go with it. Paul has his trainer and then is going to do the treadmill for a few hours, so I’ll pretty much have the entire afternoon here alone to myself, which will enable me to focus and get a lot done. Yay me! I also intend to spend some time with Megan Abbott’s book this morning, as well as the other books I am currently in the midsts of; I also want to write some more on newsletters and get one–probably the one about Vicki Barr–sent out. I just ordered some groceries, and I’ll order some more from Instacart later on from the Fresh Market, too.

The excitement never stops.

We finished watching Untamed last night, which was very entertaining. Yosemite is beautiful, as always, and there were some shots of great heights and sheer drops that made me squirm a bit. Eric Bana is terrific in the least as a Federal agent for the park who is still grieving the death of his young son and the end of his marriage. I’m an Eric Bana fanboy, and he’s aging incredibly well, too, I might add. It was very interesting, and I also enjoyed the rest of the cast as well, who were terrific in their roles. As I said the other day, it reminded me of visits to the towns outside of Yosemite, where friends were from–Sonora, Coarsegold, Oakhurst–and those friends as well. I’m itching to write about the mountains again–I’d intended to do another Woodbridge novel, but somehow never got around to it, like so many others in the files. I was thinking last night about how I need to prune the books again because I know I won’t live long enough to read all the books in the house…and just realized again that I will never live long enough to write all the books, stories, and essays I have ideas for–let alone the ones I’ve started but never finished. It’s a bit depressing, but it also means I need to be a lot more selective about what I read and what I write–and I need to do more of both.

But in order to do so, I need to finish this and repair to my chair with El Dorado Drive before I start cleaning and organizing before getting cleaned up for the day. Have a lovely Saturday wherever you are, Constant Reader, and stay cool somehow in this massive heat wave developing this weekend. I’ll be here again tomorrow morning, okay?

Women

Wednesday morning blog and we’re halfway through the week. I feel decent this morning, not overly tired or fatigued or brain mushy, but awake and good. My stomach is bothering me a bit this morning, but I’m not dehydrated and this doesn’t feel like a colitis flare-up–at least not so far. I slept well, and did get some things done last night when I got home. I put away the dishes, made lunches for the rest of the week, cleaned off the counters, and did some filing. We also watched another episode of Untamed, which we are enjoying. It was a pretty mellow night, with Paul getting home later than I would prefer. I also balanced my checkbook (I have more money than I thought I did, and the more money is accurate, not my register balance–I deducted a couple of things twice), and got caught up on the news–always a depressing thing no matter how little of it I catch up on. I do love seeing MAGA being hoisted on their own petard, don’t you? The people screaming about pedophiles and grooming and Jeffrey Epstein for the last ten years are suddenly all about protecting groomers and pedophiles when their foul god turns out to be one of them…but they’ve always been all-in on hypocrisy.

There are few things I despise more than hypocrisy. I especially hate it when I’m doing it.

I dealt with the specialty pharmacy yesterday to get my injection stuff sent to me yesterday–turns out it’s only every two months that I need to use the injection device to infuse my anti-colitis medication (or whatever it is), which will be interesting. I don’t need it until September, as I have one more infusion to do first, and then a month later I start using the disposable device they’ll be sending me. (I also saw the bill they sent my insurance company –almost thirty thousand dollars! I don’t know if that is for the two infusions, or for the device they’re sending me (I suspect it is for the device, because the infusion charges would come from my GTI specialist since they are done in his office), but yikes!

Thank God that’s not coming out of my pocket…I guess uninsured people just die. I mean, it’s almost two hundred grand per year for the rest of my life, which I certainly do not have.

Sigh. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that I’ve not really had to deal with health issues until I turned sixty.

I’ve also been remiss in not talking about upcoming things, haven’t I? I have about three short stories in anthologies that are all dropping in the next two months, and I am also hosting a Noir at the Bar the Thursday of Bouchercon weekend, which I should be talking about and promoting, and should be bringing more attention to the anthologies. My bad! I know I’ve mentioned the stories before–“The Rhinestone” in Crime Ink: Iconic; “The Last To See Him Alive” in Celluloid Crimes; and “The Spirit Tree” in Double Crossing Van Dine–but I should at least post a TOC and the release dates…which means actually finding out when the release dates are. I am so bad at this, oy. I promise I will get better!

I also need to start looking into Medicare and signing up for that and so on. Heavy sigh. I really hate being an adult.

Okay, on that note I am heading into the spice mines. Have a lovely Wednesday, Constant Reader, and I’ll check in on you tomorrow.

Rocket

Tuesday morning and I didn’t want to get out of bed It’s just so comfortable, you know? I ended up not running errands yesterday on my way home from work (so will have to run them tonight, I reckon). I came home, did some things, and then became a cat bed while I caught up on the world burning to the ground. We started watching Untamed last night on Netflix, which is a crime show set in Yosemite with Eric Bana, and certainly held our interest. There were times when I couldn’t watch–standing on the edge of a cliff, or rapellers, trapped on the side of said cliff face–where the extremity of the straight drop unsettled me (I was also deeply uncomfortable watching that Spider-Man Homecoming scene at the Washington Monument) and so I went into the kitchen until said scenes were over. I thought I might have some of my recurring nightmares about falling from a great height, but thank God, I was spared that horror. But the show also shows off how beautiful Yosemite is; when I lived in California I was only a few hours away and I had friends who grew up in those mountains, so I went up there periodically. (I also fictionalized one of those towns as Woodbridge in Sorceress and Sleeping Angel. I have another partial manuscript set there as well, which I should finish at some point.)

I hate being afraid of heights. It’s been a lifelong thing for me, and it’s unusual in that some things bother me while other things don’t. I love roller coasters, but there’s not enough money in the world to get me on a Ferris wheel. Balconies don’t bother me, but windows where you can look straight down from a great height? No thank you. Looking out an airplane window doesn’t phase me in the least, but ski lifts are terrifying. (I did get a bit uncomfortable during Superman when he went up into space before hurtling back down to earth, too.) I don’t know so much that it’s a fear of heights so much as it is falling from a great height. Or is that the same thing? I don’t know.

We’re also in another heat advisory, through tonight at seven–like every day when the tropical weather isn’t threatening. Our forecast doesn’t show rain again until late tomorrow afternoon, and my sinuses have been behaving, which is a very good sign. I also don’t feel terribly tired and/or worn out this morning, either–despite not wanting to get out of bed, but that’s because I was comfortable and relaxed, more than wanting to sleep later. Don’t get me wrong, I could probably fall asleep again if I went back to bed, but I feel alert this morning more so than I have in a really long time. Maybe that means I can get things done tonight after work instead of being a cat bed for the evening.

And I really do have a lot of work to do at home tonight.

It also seems like the infusions are controlling the ulcerative colitis, for which I am very grateful. I have yet to eat anything that has triggered it back into gear again, and I am also very grateful for that. I also realized yesterday–with my birthday looming–that I am eligible for Medicare next year, so I need to start looking into that as well. I also need to look at the employee handbook to see whether the agency will keep my insurance the way it is, or if I need to go on Medicare after all. Sigh. I hate dealing with this sort of thing, which means I always put it off, scan it when I need to, and never really have a thorough understanding of whatever it is once I am signed up for it–like my current insurances, both health and car.

I also posted a newsletter talking about Superman yesterday; you can read it here. I didn’t say everything I wanted to about the character and how it developed over the years. I didn’t even mention the key element of his personality and who he is: a symbol of hope. Truth be told, I could write about Superman every day for the rest of my life…well, I’d probably have to substitute other super-heroes along the way…but he is an excellent place to start. I hate that my memory has become so bad over the last few years–so much I don’t remember a lot anymore–that I don’t recall everything I’ve read about Superman (and/or DC Comics) over the years.

And on that note, I am going to bring this to a close and head into the spice mines for the day. Have a lovely and happy Tuesday, Constant Reader, and I will check back in with you in the morning tomorrow, okay?