Why, why, why? Why do applications go sideways, stop behaving normally? I need to make changes, update my web site, which is why I bought Adobe Contribute, and can\u2019t because, the Edit Page field is gone and I can\u2019t move the windows around. Arrgghh! And why do I have to spend so much time dicking around with this stuff? I just want to get in and drive. I bought it as a download and have no clue as to how to find the serial number or how to re-install, get to spend the weekend trouble shooting.I told my web designer John Dowler I\u2019m amazed he has any hair left. I want to tear mine out!<\/p>\n
I\u2019m trying to write, despite a million distractions. So what else is new? I\u2019m planning a retreat next month. My friend Pete has offered me the use of his place in Gibsons before he moves out so I think I will go over there and work on the novel, get it ready for the Mother Tongue BC novel deadline end of May. Just wrote a haiku for BARE<\/em>, the art book with Tina though I’m not certain about that title. Most of the trees are bare though so perhaps it is apt .<\/p>\n lofty midrib splayed I\u2019m beginning to wonder if there is something going on hormonally that is making me more sensitive to smell. I swear there must be a dead mouse rotting in the utility room. I keep smelling gas and all kinds of pleasant and unpleasant aromas around the house. I have always been acutely sensitive to smell though, my mother said I used to sniff everything I picked up or before I ate it. It makes me think of the Diane Ackerman book, \u201cNatural History of the Senses\u201d and the hypothesis that our brains evolved out of the olfactory bulb.<\/p>\n I think I hurt myself, finally got to use my elliptical yesterday after months of it being broken or undergoing repairs. I went at it for 40 minutes which may have been 20 minutes too long. My right shoulder is killing me. I\u2019m determined to get rid of this tummy and man is it hard. Takes a huge effort, both cutting back on calories and intensifying the exercise, which I detest but I dread the belly fat more. It\u2019s not entirely vanity-though I want to feel good, confident in my clothes-it\u2019s a health issue. My mother had both diabetes and heart disease.<\/p>\n When I was on the ferry the other day I noticed a table reserved in the front lounge, then being decorated with flowers and a white linen tablecloth. I figured it was a wedding and sure enough, on the news the next day was a story about a couple who met on BC Ferries so wanted to be married on one. Isn\u2019t that romantic? I\u2019d have to rent the Vancouver Public Library if Josef and I were so inclined. I suppose that would be a cool place to get hitched, could party in the courtyard or on the front steps. Speaking of parties… I don\u2019t know what got into me but I got quite bratty at my birthday party the other night.<\/p>\n Roderick and I had a productive meeting with Josef about how to pull off a video of How To Remain<\/em> and have recruited some volunteers who will help us procure the cameras we need in order to ensure a broadcast quality production.<\/p>\n Queen of Wands, that\u2019s me or some vestige of her surfacing, according to the psychic I took my niece to for her birthday. Progress as I understand it from Queen of Swords which is what came up last time, a few years ago. I would love to be these things:<\/p>\n * ENERGETIC I have good days and bad days but beginning to feel stronger overall. Certainly I possess some of the qualities but have been depressed, really down lately, not feeling particularly vibrant or attractive. I am a natural athlete, optimistic and have deep inner abiding faith in my abilities. I am less a princess these days, moving into Queenliness, and allude to my feeling of being abandoned nobility in this poem from my book Window Seat <\/em>forthcoming on Ekstasis Edtions in the fall.<\/p>\n Sky Busting <\/strong><\/p>\n To the hillbilly born Neither was she popular with him in the marsh, At dusk it was she who saw the foxfires. Why, why, why? Why do applications go sideways, stop behaving normally? I need to make changes, update my web site, which is why I bought Adobe Contribute, and can\u2019t because, the Edit Page field is gone and I can\u2019t move the windows around. Arrgghh! 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\ndual cedar blades soaring
\nclear of high riggers<\/p>\n
\n* CHEERFUL
\n* SELF-ASSURED<\/p>\n
\na cursed monarch who swore
\nthis pothunter could not be her blood
\nwith his short gait, sight, temperament.
\nThey must have abducted her
\nfrom a conclave of columned nobles,
\nthe bastards, and this she declared
\ninto her black lab\u2019s ruff. Unless her peeps
\ntraded her for gasoline in a time of war?
\nSplitting dog hairs, she knew this much;
\nshe would never know, and this, she must accept.
\nShe must adapt and learn. She scrubs
\nand sweeps though never convincingly,
\nswift clips to the noggin ever reminding her.<\/p>\n
\nstanding as he knelt next to her, shotgun
\nbetween them, instructing her how to squeeze
\nthe trigger slowly, taking the kick in his shoulder,
\ndisgusted at her recoil, terror, the mutt\u2019s whining
\nand nuzzling. Her aim ruined, gaze diverted
\nby bulrushes and horse tails, her common sense
\noverloaded with the sweet smell of grass and peat
\nloam, its deep, black grave-bed lure.
\nSky busters infuriated him too, those idiot
\nswellheads taking 60-yard shots, crippling birds
\nthat can\u2019t be recovered. Wasting rounds.
\nThey\u2019re no outdoorsmen. Same with deer.
\nHe\u2019d never use his 30 ought six
\nat five hundred yards, even with all
\nthat knockdown. He wants to fill his freezer,
\nnot lay the countryside full of rotting game.<\/p>\n
\nOnly she had an ember
\nto light their way through the bog,
\npast the shooting and blasting. Well out of range
\nyet a sitting duck at the table, old man
\ncommanding Quiet, fouling the nest, wounding
\nwith the back of his hand, waiting for her to fall
\ninto place, to find her place. He had not forgotten
\nhis Greek myths, named her Diana for a reason
\nand she was his daughter. He didn\u2019t need sons.
\nShe was the warrior, the pilot, the victor.
\nShe would learn. She would believe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"