A Day in the Life

Playing catch up. Finally made it to the health club. Remember, "wellness" is not a word in my vocabulary.

There are lots of rude people at the club. No one is supposed to use a cell phone except in the lobby. A while back a guy was making call after call on the treadmill. Loud voice. Inconsiderate. Wanted to slap him. Dirty look instead. Women in locker room on the phone constantly. Leave wet towels all over. How hard is it to walk 4 steps to the laundry hamper and deposit towel? Disgusting. Worst is when people yak with each other for endless minutes, tying up equipment. I have started saying, "are you finished with this?" or "my I use this?" Even the personal trainers are guilty. Bah, humbug! Today there were some rap lyrics (energetic music always playing) with the f-word endlessly repeated. Is this really necessary?

No letters from agents since well before the holidays. Emailed one who said he still had my stuff and would get back to me. I need to send out some more queries. This is not a fun activity and time consuming. Naturally, being rather anal I have a spread sheet with all the data and the response with dates, etc. Boring but necessary.

We finally finished the "garbure" a hearty Basque soup with beans, potatoes, bread and cabbage. And some ham. A meal in a bowl. Hearty and filling. Next week it's the South Beach Diet for us. Tolerable recipes. No grumbling allowed.

Significant Other has the toy train set up in the living room. We want to sell it, which means making sure everything works and inventoring and photographing everything. Prices were higher before Christmas. He is having fun. I am looking at the clutter. The cats are having fun, too.

I am gearing up to write a scene with an FBI raid. Hard to imagine. Have been all over the Web trying to find descriptions without much luck. Bummer.

Tomorrow it's off to an art exhibit as the RISD musuem. Hey, this not working business ain't all bad.

Grapeshot.