April 20, 2022
April 20, 2022
Playing the waiting game with another audition. It's like waiting to hear back from publishers. Waiting for my life to start, but I guess that's wrong, isn't it? Volunteering is now my life.
I am an official Belot Art Council Board member! What's funny is that the monthly meetings are at 5:30, when my city committee meetings are the same day at 4 p.m. That sounds like fun. and the first one I'll be going to is on my birthday. Yeah, officially!
Anthropologie - the clothing store - is now off my list forever. It's mostly for kids now anyway, which is why they thought I didn't deserve an apology for making me drive back so they could fix their screw-up. They do have some fun stuff aside from clothing, but who needs it?
"Everything Everywhere All At Once" is an existential philosophy type movie that is constantly moving, a mind blower that asks you to accept that alternate realities are happening everywhere in the universe at the same time. And then land back in the one in which you're most familiar and make it work. It was a delight to see Jamie Lee Curtis as the villanous IRS agent.
I would not be surprised that my agency fires me, for the way I keep screwing up. I sent in the two readings for an audition -- now, mind you, I had to work around my husband's eye appointment because he was feeding me lines. But I forgot to slate myself! Yes, that just means to say your name and smile. So the agent (their whole fee IF I get the gig is $37.50, mind you) had to ask me for it. I had to create and send it to them to forward on, and this time I did myself up, put on makeup, and gave them a 27 second slate (instead of 5 seconds). Well, that made it just a little harder to send, that's all, but they said it was okay.
I have sent in my registration to appear at the Lake Geneva Book Fair on July 9. Mark your calendar. I need to sell some first editions before I can order 2nd edition copies of my nonfiction. Plus I have my two new books for you to look at, as well as copies of my copper manuals so you can see what that's all about. Lake Geneva, for me, would be the perfect place for us to move to. I have to see what kind of allergens they have there.
So. Honda has decided to no longer produce the Honda Insight. Well, why am I surprised? They're going to turn the Civic back into a hybrid. Ha. The Civic Hybrid is the first one I owned, back in 2003. You'd think they could support their own products a little better than this? They had a battery charging hybrid but they discontinued that, too! I'm ready to dump Honda. I wish I could come into some money. I'd trade this Insight in on a Ford C-Max that I saw the other day. It's a hybrid that looks like the Honda Fit. I'd help Carrie trade her Fit in on one, too.
Training of a cat. I don't know how many of you use pet doors for your cat. If you have a female, then odds are good she hunts a lot at night. Cats are peculiar, in that they are both predator and prey. So when they catch something, they have to bring it somewhere safe to eat it. Now, during the day she'll bring in live animals; I suspect it's to save them for a night. Why do they have to kill only at night? It's one of the reasons some people think they're devils. But they're not. They're cats. These are inborne instincts. Keanu was in a litter of a feral cat that was dropped on our doorstep. We couldn't tame the mother, who disappeared once we took the kittens inside (oh, not right away, and that was sad. I kept inviting her in but she wouldn't come.).
Do you think increased hunting instinct can be linked to your birth mother? I'm not sure. But Keanu has always been an amazing hunter. This year, though, it's getting to me. The carpeting in my bedroom is still new and she brings her kill in there, usually into my closet, to it. The other day I woke to find a full-grown robin dead on my floor, feathers strewn everywhere, but it appeared Keanu just got tired of ripping feathers off, because the body was intact. Okay, that did it. I told her that either my bedroom was off limits to her at night -- she also loves to sleep with me -- or I have to shut the pet door once she's in for the night. I also shut my office door because that carpeting is new, too.
Well, the first night really upset her. I had to go down to the family room to find her and bring her back up to the bed and give her the morning treats, and then she was okay. The next night I shut the pet door and left my doors open, and she was fine. The next night she thought to trick me. I had the pet door shut, so she asked me to let her out the front door. And when she didn't come back in (she's housebroke), I opened the pet door back up, but I shut the two bedroom doors. The next morning I couldn't find her anywhere to give her the treats, but when I went back into my bedroom, there she was, on my bed. It was like she was saying, okay, I get it. I sure hope she does.