#AccountaClub Friday, July 12, 2019

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I’m being serenaded by an orchestra of hammers today. It’s not as sweet a sound as you might imagine.

But the news of the day isn’t why you’re here. You’re here for the update of the week. Ah yes. The update.

Update.

Writing has not been great, though I have several projects that are very happily playing in the corners of my mind. Why aren’t they playing in the corners of my keyboard?

I dunno. Ask them. They can be stubborn things.

I’ve taken to it being summer, real summer, and this week I went to the Art Institute for the Manet exhibit, which focused on the latter part of his career. And I realized something.

Manet doesn’t stir me quite like his contemporaries. If you look at the faces of the women he painted, they’re all the same; blank, empty, soulless.

Like he didn’t see the women as any different from the flowers or the fruit. Objects to be posed for a still-life.

Compare that to Renoir, where every person and every moment in time is crystallized.

And again I digress.

Fitness was another stellar week, though, five days, five workouts. Daily Burn rocked it, and I rocked Daily Burn.

Got some house-related things done, so it wasn’t a total waste. How was your week?


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#AccountaClub: Friday, June 21, 2019

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Somehow we’ve come around again to Friday. It was another slow week and fast week and I have no idea how time does it.

It’s weird.

Writing-wise I’m coming into the home stretch with this manuscript, it’s at an emotionally sticky part and my character doesn’t want to go through it so neither do I, but there is only one way.

Her epiphany is looming.

On the exercise front, this week was pretty smooth with the workouts. Five days, five live ones, and they were all solid, all enjoyable in their own way. Today was yoga and it was a fabulous way to end the week. The newest trainer led a workout on Thursday and I liked him; I really wasn’t sure that I would.

And that was my week. How was yours?


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Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#AccountaClub Friday, June 14, 2018

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I guess we’re sticking to weekly? Habits are habits, it seems.

It’s felt like a longer week than it was, but that tends to happen in this brave new timeline. So much information constantly coming at us makes everything feel like it’s elongated.

Yet here we are.

So on to the task at hand, the week. If you were following along this week, you know already that I had a huge breakthrough with a book that’s been sitting. I’ve made progress in it, and it’s careening toward a conclusion, which is a nice feeling. Especially when something has stalled for so long.

When it comes to fitness, five days, five workouts, though Monday had a bit of a problem as the service wasn’t working properly. I substituted a really fun dance workout that was in the site library, and onward we went.

That’s my week. How was yours?


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#AccountaClub Friday, June 7, 2019

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Bet you’ve had baited breath since…Monday, given that the Friday post didn’t post. But here we are.

I think it’s a habit now, and habits are hard to break.

Actually, good habits seem easier to break than bad ones. Wonder why that is.

OK, I’ve distracted myself long enough.

So this week. A bit on the writing and editing front, but nothing to really post about. I seem to be in the thought-heavy part of creativity, with lots of ideas floating but they’re not quite solid enough for words on a page.

I need to roll up my sleeves and get messy.

I do want credit for doing laundry because doing laundry annoys me to an extent I don’t understand given that I don’t have to go over to the lake and pound it against the rocks. I just have to use the laundry room. And yet we all have those things, don’t we?

Workouts were good this week, great trainers all week, great workouts all week and it felt a little less of a grind than last week. And thanks for all the encouragement on that front, you guys know how challenging it can be.

So that’s me. How was your week?


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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#WednesdayWisdom gauge low

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Let me start today by saying I had trouble spelling “Wednesday,” so if you had high expectations for today’s post, you should probably dial them back to avoid disappointment.

Hmm.

I got some sleep last night, which is better than the night before, and I woke early this morning to discover I’d left the lights on and the TV entertaining itself. Still groggy, though, but I don’t want to risk more coffee after having so much trouble sleeping on Monday night.

I do learn my lessons, in case you’re wondering.

So it feels like a trudging sort of day, with a sky full of bumpy clouds casting flat light on everything. Outside looks groggy too.

Some days we trudge, some days we soar, some days we fly a little awkwardly like a goose, who still get where they’re going anyway.

I’m hoping for a goose day, but I’m not holding my breath.

If anything, this is showing me I need to be as regimented with my sleep as I am about exercise. It’s as important. Maybe I should work on that, and add it to my #AcccountaClub reports.

So that’s my Wednesday, short on wisdom as promised. And I misspelled Wednesday again.

Sheesh.

Hope you have a fantastic Wednesday.


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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Sensitivities

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Today’s post is not as fun, but I’ve got to rant. So rant I will.

Remember how I had that headache the week before last? It went on and on? Well, my migraines are sometimes triggered by food. And one of my triggers is cheddar cheese.

I know. It’s heartbreaking. But that’s the life I live.

In celebration of a friend’s birthday, we went to Uncle Julio’s, a fancy-ish Mexican restaurant. I ordered something that I didn’t think had cheddar. I admit my cheddar guard was down; most traditional Mexican restaurants don’t use it, they use Chihuahua cheese, which is fine.

Well, you know where this is going.

The waiter took away the obviously-covered-in-cheddar dish, and I emphasized I needed an entirely new plate. He said he understood.

And then, minutes later, he returned with the plate and said that the manager said it wasn’t cheddar, it was “yellow velvet cheese.” You know that situation where you’re skeptical but don’t want to make a fuss? Yeah, this was it.

So I try a tiny bit.

Obviously cheddar.

I asked to see this manager who sent this dish back to me assuring it was safe to eat. He still denies it’s cheddar; he claims now it’s “American cheese.” I said to him you and I both know there’s cheddar in that dish.

Finally he says, well I told him there wasn’t any in the sauce. But there is cheddar inside the enchilada.

MMM.

I asked him who can possibly not eat something when it’s on top of a food, but it’s fine when it’s inside it?

He said “he understood.” Clearly he did not.

I tried to emphasize how dangerous it was to lie to people about ingredients with which they have issues. I told him he could kill someone with an allergy. I could see it went nowhere. He looked at me from his happy place behind his eyes, waiting for me to stop talking.

I will survive a migraine, I’ve done it before. But what galls me is instead of just getting me something else, he tried to “trick” me into eating the food I made clear would make me sick. It was insanely dangerous.

So much for not making a fuss.

A fuss was made. Oh was a fuss made.

Please be careful when you’re eating out if you have issues relating to food. Be your own food police.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

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Quiet

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IMG_7929We all have our things in life, and one of my things is migraines. They descend upon me stealthily, menacingly, and it can take hours of slowed, muddled thinking for me to realize what is going on. For a while, everything just seems…harder.

So it was rather late in the day yesterday when it occurred to me that maybe the reason I had closed the blinds without thinking and tried to get all sounds to stop was because my nemesis had once again come to call.

What can I say? I lose at least 10 IQ points when I have one. 15 when it’s really cooking.

For me, it’s like there’s a rattling in my head, a buzz that is both silent and loud. Light feels uncomfortable, sounds sharper than normal. A soft, quiet dark is the best thing.

It isn’t gone yet, but I’m trying to chase it out with Tylenol and lots of sugar — I’ve found sugar is the best thing for them, so check it out, fellow migrainers. I swear it works wonders.

If you’ve gotten any typo-laden comments from me, please know that it’s the migraine who’s illiterate, not me. Most of the time, anyway.

It will pass, as it always does, leaving me tired and wondering at the trigger. But until then, I will be taking in the quiet.

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