maple grove
On a day when I resolved to get everything due to others out of my way so I could HURL my froggy countenance into the Arcadia Publishing book I committed (long ago in a circumstance far away) to co-producing with a great fellow Tony White, I got a lot (but not everything) done with obligations but the Arcadia project, and believe me when I say, “No one is more disappointed over this prolonged travail than I.”
I spent about four hours with the Springfield Chapter Illinois Pilots Association newsletter Sunday and finished it after three hours today. During that time I called a fellow whose book I’ll be reviewing for Illinois Times (that will be for grocery money and not a minute too soon) and left a message on his voice mail; also wrote the e-mail address he gave me and it came back undeliverable. DANG! The newsletter was e’d to the chapter president for proof reading and printing, and when I get them back later tonight, I’ll fold and stamp them for mailing Tuesday.
I also spent some time at AeroKnow telling all comers how the web site is going “on hiatus” until June 10 and not to send any queries to me until then so I can make the Arcadia deadline. I must have the courage to do what needs to be done, and given how much time I spend with my head in the clouds, this drastic hiatus NEEDS TO BE DONEdammit.
I had to visit the water and electric utility to pay what I could of my utility bill before they disconnected me. Disconnection of gas is a virtual certainty this week, but since the esteemed family upstairs has electric heat, I’m the only one who will bathe in water heated on a stove-top pasta pot. I know what you’re thinking — COOL! This really burned my behind. I don’t know why I owe so much to them, but I either pay or write my Arcadia book in candle light. I’m a big fan of Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau, you understand but my computer would never permit me to write a book by candle light.
Home and into an article a friend wants me to read and critique before he sends it to a British aviation magazine which will pay him for his superb prose. The fellow IS a good writer. He needs me like another thumb, but I’m flattered enough by his appreciation of my writing sense that I’ll make some notes during dinner and fire something concise back to him before bed tonight. I’ve already told him, poLITEly (hey, none of this dire ire is HIS fault) not to send me anything more to critique until June 10, the day after my Arcadia deadline.
Home. No word from the book author on the negative side, but on the positive (I suppose) the consultant who said she’d probably be able to come over tonight and help me learn Joomla, a web site system, didn’t show up. It was positive because the sky was getting darker by the minute and I HAD to mow my lawns, the back for the first time this year, and the front for the second. It was the most fun I had all day.
A trimmed lawn is a contented lawn.
I’ve resolved to keep Honey & Quinine going even though I’m shutting down everything else. As I wrote to a poet friend, this will be my wordy channel to the world directly and since it also appears at Facebook hours after it goes to WordPress.com, how I’m doing. I posted, in my last status report, which I won’t resume until June 10, that if they want to reach me, read Honey & Quinine and leave a note as a comment following these posts. I can read and respond and delete all that from here.
At the suggestion of a masta godna, I've introduced a young cauliflower companion.to keep Clyde Cauliflower happy. I call her Blanche.
All I have ahead of me now is the interview with the book author and the big model display at Capital Airport May 1, part of a major scholarship fund-raising breakfast which I committed to providing MONTHS before things got ULTRA-earnest with Arcadia and a major poetry event at Lincoln Tomb May 3.
Rutabagaville, part of Vine Street Nature Conservancy
I’m tightening my seat belt. It’s going to be an interesting week.
Live long . . . . . . and proper.
