Not a con report, Part II
Thursday, June 10th, 2004 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniIf we went to Augusta, it must be Thursday. That would mean yesterday was Wednesday. Got it.
Yesterday, then. Rose virtuously early, called in the drugs, but got tangled in the voicemail, which meant having to call back and speak to a Live Human when the pharmacy opened, which I did. Got scolded by the pharmacy aide for ordering said drugs ahead of time, something that the health insurance company does not allow, wishing everyone to refill on the afternoon of the morning that they take the final pill in the bottle. Since the health insurance company doesn't pay for my drugs, I don't see that they get a vote, and it's not like we're talking about Dangerous Narcotics here. Expressed this to the pharmacy aide, who was shocked to hear that I would be paying cash, but agreed that In That Case, I could have the prescription refilled. Gosh.
Despite this amusing delay, I got to town before it was too blazing hot, did the gym thing, picked up my meds (grr), came home and struggled with the damn' sample chapters, producing thereby several points that needed to be changed in the actual Plot Summary (sigh). Sometime in late morning, we caved and turned on the air conditioner, which was the right thing to do, as the temps hit 93 degrees (F) before the thunderstorm blessedly came through and cleared the air.
Today, we rose perhaps not quite so early, to find my wonderful, programmable coffeepot had overflowed the countertop. Much frantic cleanup, after which we decided not to tempt fate further, and instead pursued a late breakfast at the local family-run eatery. Blueberry pancake and ham, yes. That is singular pancake; the dern thing was as big as my head.
Over breakfast, Steve suggested a run to Augusta, with Linens and Things in his eye. This was proposed as an exploratory run to learn what we could about bed toppers and other technologies that might help us eke a few more months out of our poor sway-backed mattress. Surprise, LnT was having a sale. So we came away with a feather mattress topper, two memory foam pillows, a summer blanket (in Maine, we have summer blankets), and the big catch of the day -- a bread machine to replace the one that had died the death earlier in the year. Loot! The cats have now explored the feather mattress and pronounced it Good, which I and my back certainly hope is the case.
Writing work for the day consisted of reading the sample chapters so far, tweaking them, and sketching out the next scene. Hopefully the weekend will see an end to the sample chapters and the proposal, so I can start the second book of Jela, while Steve takes lead on the new space opera project.
And that brings us up to date. A friend lent me Midori Snyder's The Innamorati, and I'm going to curl up with it for an hour or two.
Yesterday, then. Rose virtuously early, called in the drugs, but got tangled in the voicemail, which meant having to call back and speak to a Live Human when the pharmacy opened, which I did. Got scolded by the pharmacy aide for ordering said drugs ahead of time, something that the health insurance company does not allow, wishing everyone to refill on the afternoon of the morning that they take the final pill in the bottle. Since the health insurance company doesn't pay for my drugs, I don't see that they get a vote, and it's not like we're talking about Dangerous Narcotics here. Expressed this to the pharmacy aide, who was shocked to hear that I would be paying cash, but agreed that In That Case, I could have the prescription refilled. Gosh.
Despite this amusing delay, I got to town before it was too blazing hot, did the gym thing, picked up my meds (grr), came home and struggled with the damn' sample chapters, producing thereby several points that needed to be changed in the actual Plot Summary (sigh). Sometime in late morning, we caved and turned on the air conditioner, which was the right thing to do, as the temps hit 93 degrees (F) before the thunderstorm blessedly came through and cleared the air.
Today, we rose perhaps not quite so early, to find my wonderful, programmable coffeepot had overflowed the countertop. Much frantic cleanup, after which we decided not to tempt fate further, and instead pursued a late breakfast at the local family-run eatery. Blueberry pancake and ham, yes. That is singular pancake; the dern thing was as big as my head.
Over breakfast, Steve suggested a run to Augusta, with Linens and Things in his eye. This was proposed as an exploratory run to learn what we could about bed toppers and other technologies that might help us eke a few more months out of our poor sway-backed mattress. Surprise, LnT was having a sale. So we came away with a feather mattress topper, two memory foam pillows, a summer blanket (in Maine, we have summer blankets), and the big catch of the day -- a bread machine to replace the one that had died the death earlier in the year. Loot! The cats have now explored the feather mattress and pronounced it Good, which I and my back certainly hope is the case.
Writing work for the day consisted of reading the sample chapters so far, tweaking them, and sketching out the next scene. Hopefully the weekend will see an end to the sample chapters and the proposal, so I can start the second book of Jela, while Steve takes lead on the new space opera project.
And that brings us up to date. A friend lent me Midori Snyder's The Innamorati, and I'm going to curl up with it for an hour or two.
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Date: 2004-06-11 06:00 am (UTC)We ran into the same blither with Younger Son's meds -- even though we pay. And didn't get as satisfactory a resolution, because our payments count against a (high) deductable.
Oh, well. He's on his own now. And apparently surviving the slings and arrows of outrageous grad school.
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Date: 2004-06-11 11:20 am (UTC)Thank you for mentioning Laurell K Hamilton's books -- I picked up the one that kept you absorbed during your trip to SLC, and enjoyed it immensely.
Caryn
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Date: 2004-06-11 11:56 am (UTC)Jela the Twoth, actually. Jela the Oneth -- Crystal Soldier -- has been handed in to Madame the Agent, and is reportedly due to hit the shelves in February 2005.
Thank you for mentioning Laurell K Hamilton's books -- I picked up the one that kept you absorbed during your trip to SLC, and enjoyed it immensely.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. In the end, I had mixed reactions. On the one hand, it did keep me amused during much of the worst of the train adventures. On the other hand, I had a Serious Problem with the last chapter, plus having a sinking feeling that -- while it's kind of an interesting set up, it's a touch thin for a multi-book series. Could be there will be complications enough -- but that last chapter doesn't exactly have me whipping out my credit card and heading for Amazon.com.
If you're going to pursue them, let me know if you think it's worth picking up the second in the series.
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Date: 2004-06-11 12:11 pm (UTC)The final chapter was almost as if LKH didn't want to write more and decided to summarize a bunch of stuff. The second book isn't quite as good, but it's a fun read, although its final chapter also whips through a bunch of stuff I'd have rather read instead of had described. It's worth reading if you have the free time, but it isn't a must-read. More torture, less antici---pation. Which is what I liked about the first.
I got both from the library, but it's only the first one I might buy, in paperback, just to revisit on cold winter nights.