I lost a lot of money lately — some overtime I hoped would go on forever. (It didn’t.) I had a freelance thing lined up that cancelled at the last minute. Oh, and lately a lot of longtime donors stopped their monthly donations. (I’m not mad, most of them donated for a really long time, and I’m grateful to have had their support.)
The business I told you about is growing slowly, but I’m just barely covering expenses. No actual profit yet.
It’s kind of a perfect storm, and just to top it all off, I have to get my car inspected soon. So if any of you want to chip in for my birthday, boy, I’d really appreciate it. Thanks!
I went to see my cardiologist yesterday, because my blood pressure was ungodly high –in stroke territory, even — a couple of weeks ago. He wondered if it was some kind of fluke, because I don’t actually have high blood pressure. (He also wanted to check that my home BP cuff was giving accurate readings. It was.)
“And you weren’t stressed out when it happened? Nothing unusual going on?” he said.
“Nope,” I said. I told him I didn’t even know you could get numbers that high. I’m typically a 110/71 kind of gal.
We discussed whether the covid could be responsible, but of course no one knows. He’s sending me for a stress test next week, just in case.
We’re now on week 5 of our hellish heat wave, and you’ll never guess: My bedroom air conditioner has bit the dirt! It is, as they say, a former parrot.
I’m very grateful, because this is the month I also have to pay my tax person and my electric bill is going to be scary high from the heat wave. Your donations make it possible to deal with the AC that without crippling anxiety.
WEATHER UPDATE: We’ve started getting the bad weather from Isaias, and even though it’s not even 9 a.m. yet, we already had a tornado warning. We’re under a tornado watch until tonight. Ugh. Stay safe if you’re in the path.
My A/C is now struggling to cool the car in this never-ending heat wave. I went to an auto parts store, and the only kit they had WAS $50!!!! (However, there’s a $20 rebate. God knows how long it’ll take to get processed.)
So tomorrow, I’m going to take a shot at doing it myself. Anyone have any words of wisdom for me?
What could be worse in this time of pandemic than to have your TV go? More specifically, the speakers. They now rattle and crackle, even at low volumes. It drives me crazy.
Well, I’m nothing if not inventive. I figured if there was a way to add Bluetooth to my TV, I could use a Bluetooth speaker as a substitute. Easy!
Not so much. The USB lead that was supposed to power the damn thing doesn’t fit any of the slots, and the cheap ($13) soundbar I found on Amazon doesn’t come with a power supply. (Since this was during a Mercury retrograde, I wasn’t surprised.)
Last night, I talked to my son, who knows all the things. “Just send me the model number of the TV, and I’ll figure it out,” he said.
So I’m hopeful that at some point, I will get the proper sound back. Because this is America, damn it, and if I have to stay home and binge Hulu, I’m going to need the correct tools.
And all hell broke loose. Apparently I am a wealthy, privileged, and powerful public intellectual (hah!) who is plotting against BLM and trans people — pretty much proving the point of the letter. (Guilt by association!)
In case you’re interested, the specific reason I signed is a clause that’s included in most book contracts now that allows a publisher to cancel a book contract in cases of public condemnation — i.e. Twitter mobs. Not actual crimes, but social media. Sigh:
An open letter published by Harper’s Magazine, signed by luminaries including Margaret Atwood and Wynton Marsalis, warned of an "intolerant climate" in the culture. The debate started immediately. https://t.co/iTs62iWxJ3
But all I got was a three-week vacation from covid.
It was a great three weeks, though: No brain fog, no crushing fatigue. I felt wonderful. I got a lot done! I read books! I cleaned!
Sunday night, I went to bed and woke up two hours later with a horrible sore throat. A couple of hours later, my sinuses swelled up and felt like they were stuffed with sawdust. (In other words, you can’t blow your nose to get relief.) Oh, and the sense of taste and smell are gone again.
I took three naps yesterday. You have no idea. This is what they call the “longtail” form of covid, and there are many, many people going through it. I’m hoping the next time, maybe I’ll get four weeks off!
Well, my friends are worried about my stress levels, what with the cancer and the TIA and the other stuff (WHO, ME STRESSED? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?, and one of them has kindly donated a week at a timeshare near Atlantic City — which will be my first vacation in six years! I’m leaving next Sunday. (Assuming my car doesn’t break down, ha ha!)
I don’t have any spending money, though. Don’t get me wrong, I can live without it, but it would feel more like a vacation if I could afford to go out to dinner once or twice.
So if you’re in a generous mood and want to put something in the tip jar, that would be swell and much appreciated!