I let the kitties go. It’s time they get outside more. I am tired of constantly having to keep up after them in the house. They get into things. They want and long to be outside. I wondered how it would happen, and when. But the time has come to let the kitties go.

They took it well. The one I expected to take off instantly did. She always does. She is my daughter’s cat and loves to be outdoors. I am not too sure she will come back though. She seems to be independent of the others even though we found them all together on the side of the road several years back. They were abandoned, young and hungry. We took them all in and now we have to sort of let them go.

They might stick around. I hope they do. We will of course feed them and take care of them. But we have to send them out because of our situation. The other day they almost hurt my son (who is 10 months old) and that isn’t acceptable to me.

...and a souvenir from (name of anyplace) for the first writers whose work will be suitable for the book. What is that? I mean, okay for some that might be a great thing. Writers need some sort of monetary compensation right? Not all writers I suppose work for money. But many of us do. Those of us who do, are usually expected to go along with this scheme and are almost looked down upon when we ask for compensation. Would you ask a garbage collector or some other hard working person to work for free or souvenirs? Seriously, I wouldn’t ask for a million dollars for a book deal or for my articles. But some monetary compensation would be nice.

I have a hobby. I garden. Not just some small amateur garden either. I have gardens. I have 9/10 of an acre (that’s what the deed says anyway) and I use it to the best advantage for gardens. I have gardens in the front, gardens in the back. I am more into a functional producing garden than aesthetic reasons. I garden to be a little more self sustaining. I am very much ready to get a greenhouse for winter gardening.

My Mom started it a few years back. My parents took Master Gardener classes and started gardening themselves. Although they are mostly into flowers and herbs, I took lessons from them and decided to try to garden here. It has been an adventure. Some years aren’t so good, yet others are perfect almost.

My Mom gardens in very little space. Container Gardening is great. I use raised bed gardening and containers for my gardens (only because the soil I have is a lot of clay- not so good for certain vegetable plants that I want).

I was on New York’s Craiglist for writing gigs and I came across a couple of postings that got me thinking (and I suppose boiling at one point). Anyone who has visited Craigslist for writing jobs (and anything else I suppose) is bound to know that there are many opposing forces there. I mean there are a lot of people in there that have differing opinions. That’s a great thing indeed.

I’m not sure how long the postings will stay there so I will paraphrase them. One posting complained about someone posting a job where they wanted free scripts, how writers have to pay to become writers sometimes and so on. Another posting refuting this first one stated that to be a writer you don’t pay to become a writer, you just are if you are a good writer.
It said if you have to train or learn to become a writer that you aren’t a writer.

Two Days Quiet and Spinning

It’s been two days and I’ve been quiet online at least. I’ve had that feeling in my head again. That spinning, nauseous rattling almost. I feel the pressure, lie down and then the world starts spinning. But only when I lay my head to the one side. Welcome to the world of positional vertigo.

It comes and goes and there really is nothing I could do for it short of surgery. That isn’t going to happen. I’ve been given motion sickness medicine but it doesn’t help. So I don’t take it anymore. Besides, I don’t just get it from riding in a car. But when the symptoms do come on full force, I find it difficult to do much. I think it’s more psyhological at that point.

Last night I spent a little time right before I fell asleep thinking of what I might write for my first entry. I knew the next day would be a long day. I had a previous engagement that would require most of the day. It had to be something simple, something short. But all I could think of was how I hurt myself.

Two days ago, I was cutting an onion outside in the gardens and I sliced my thumb. It wasn't too deep but it was deep enough to start bleeding all over. I pressed my forefinger to it and rushed inside. I asked my husband for help. He just looked at me. It's that sort of look like "You did it again. You've managed to hurt yourself". It happens frequently.