I am trying to write and it isn't happening. I have figured out the problem, though. Yes, I can still see to write but the blurriness doesn't allow me to lose myself in the story. So back to editing for a bit.

On another note I got rid of our old fridge freezer today. It has been infesting our garage all winter since it got booted out when we started the renos. There was nothing the matter with it except the rust starting on the front door. Well a collegue mentioned he was looking for a deal for a beer fridge for his deck at the lake and his lady was out looking at Home Depot. So I said he could have ours. Beer and barbeque stuff in the bottom and ice on the top. He could rub it down and paint it if he really wants but it is going to stand outside anyway. Yeah! They came for it today. He is happy, we are happy and the area of landfill it might have gone to is happy.

Tomorrow is for golf with the kids. We are booked in for 1:00pm so I hope it doesn't get too hot. These last few days have been up to 30 degress celcius and very oppressive. There was a huge storm last night that, of course, knocked out most of the tv channels including the weather network so if they had tornado warnings displayed then people here wouldn't have been able to see them. The local channels were all toasted, too, so no possibility of warnings there, either. Anyhow, lots of noise and a light show and pleanty of wind but that is all.

I am editing, or should I say amputating? I seem to have been inflicted with a huge dose of comma diarhea. There are millions of pointless punctuations. Arrrragh! I am also searching for the last vestiges of any purple prose. These things shall be found and destroyed. I have spoken.

I had that ultrasound on my carotid arteries this afternoon. Not a long wait, five minutes in fact, but was with the technician for about thirty. Here is where the weirdness starts. It may have been because she was pressing really hard on the vessels. In any case, I didn't say anything in case someone decided I belonged at the funny farm.

First of all I couldn't see what she was doing as I had to look away from her. When she wanted the other side then things got weird. It looked as if she were lying on her back in a seat chair and the screen was right over her head. I don't recall any movement, but the next time I noticed she was sitting normally, and then parallel with the floor again. I did try to make a conscious effort to see movement and failed. When I went to stand up I had to lie back down for a minute to get my bearings. It was like I was looking at a ten foot drop at the end of the bed. Of course there was a ten foot gap between the end of the bed and the wall and I had to figure this out logically before the room went to rights.

Does anyone know if those ultrasound thingys do swivel in that way? I didn't see any evidence of hydraulics and I would really have loved to see some. It would beat hallucinating.

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Someone making a huge amount of money off other people's woes. So I goes to the retinologist for a 2:40 appointment. The waiting room holds around 30 people and is full. So we waits and waits. The dh has gems on his phone and plays that while I read a book. A minute passes, and then another slow minute drags by, followed by a clump of minutes lost to my book. Checks watch. 3:45. My name is called at 4:00.

So I follow the help and get stuff put in my eyes, a photo of my retinas taken yet again, as they haven't received the ones taken two weeks ago from the other specialist, and get seated in a second waiting room. This room holds around 30 people and is full. (Sound familiar)? Then there are the tertiary waiting rooms where abandoned souls wait in the dark for the main guy to visit. I timed the tertiary rooms and a person would be sitting for about 20 mins before a visit.

Around 5:30 my dh finds his way into the second waiting area to see what is happening. Um, nothing hon. He now has to share with me the excruciating pleasure of enduring the whining of a miserable bag sitting behind us. She holds forth at great length how she used to live in a street she calls 'widows alley' because all the guys died prematurely and how it was so unfair for her to lose her dh at 64 from a heart attack. (Well hello. Did you pay attention to his health and make sure his diet was good and you didn't feed him fatty trash? Did you encourage him to exercise? Get regular check ups?) Having exhausted dead husbands, she then holds forth on how unfair it is that she has to move to Alberta from BC. BC is beautiful compared to Alberta, but there are no jobs, apart from hospitality and tourism.

I get tired of people being so darn negative. Each Province is beautiful in its own unique way. Having visited most of them I can put my hand on my heart and say this with conviction. Also, BC might have hospitality and tourism as its main industry and yet what about power plants? People need to live in houses, so who does renos, fixes plumbing, puts up fences? Who works in a water treatment plant to deliver tap water? Who cures the sick and injured? Are there no lawyers? No police? No municipal workers? No vets? The list is fairly endless.

Unfortunately, I start to suffer from acute attacks of facetiousness when I am bored beyond reason. Around about six the nurse-type person calls a guys name and I swear it just popped out of my mouth. I sort of said he probably died waiting. Funny thing, but I got stuck in one of the rooms by myself immediately after that little lapse.

I got five minutes with the 'great man', in which he determined that yes, I do have a membrane growing at the back of my right eye. No, it doesn't need an operation yet. No, it wasn't responsible for my temporary vision loss, which is mostly back to almost normal, excepting I do have worse eyesight in my right eye now. He is now in the process of shunting me back to the other specialist and starts muttering about blood supply to the eye and possibly painless migraines. Huh? Don't have migraines. Anyhow, I have to go have an ultrasound of my neck now.

So go do the math. Each person gets five minutes with this guy and it is obvious he is beyond overbooked. His nurse-type people tried to tell people this was because of emergency patients coming in. Yeah right. The nurse at the hospital made a point of warning us to take food in with us when she gave us the appointment card and she knew the appointment time was between lunch and supper. So emergency patients? I sorta lost my ability to suspend disbelief. Oh well, if money is that important to a guy that he appears to be riding a pogo stick, then I guess he can't mind the brain-numbing pace.

I suppose I want to think about anything else while I wait. The typical ostrich behavior when threatened. Anyhow, mind free and floating, I began to wonder about the U.S election.

First, I should say I know absolutely nothing about U.S politics and am not caught up in politics in general. Working for the government means impartiality seeps into a person's psyche. What has fascinated me this time around is the unique candidates. There is Obama, promising to become the first African/American president, and Clinton, for a while promising to become the first women president. On the other side appears to be McCain, who is more of a background figure for the press, although I have just found some public gaffs of his.

What is the difference between Republican and Democrat in terms of major policies and why is McCain being ignored? Do the press choose the president? We heard a lot about Clinton and Obama, so why not McCain? Again, just curious and not rooting for anyone, although it would have been amusing to see the first woman president in office and be able to laugh from across the boarder.

I get to go see the eye specialist today. This is a different one from last time. He specializes in retinas. I guess I get to find out.

I might be gone for a few days. I have to go see an eye specialist today. I got a problem yesterday and my doctor got me an appointment for today. Gimped R Us.

My daughter is recovering. It is undecided if she needs surgery at this point in time.

My Town is in panic mode because of no staff. I therefore will be working two jobs for the next while. I have to jump start outside planting and I also have the newspaper to run. Not to mention the website. Kill me now. I haven't had a vacation since April of 07. I will now be working sixty hours a week again.

I will try to keep up with online commitment as and when I have the time. How long I stay outside will depend on when my hands give out. Both thumb joints are unstable. I am not whining about this; it is a fact of life. They are going to pop out sooner rather than later. Whatever. This is a know factoid about sending me outside again when I said I was done. I just hope they last long enough that I can complete my tasks. Wish me luck.

The daughter should now be meeting with the surgeon so I may get to hear something in the next hour or so. The dh is with her.

So I sit here worrying and I am idly picking through stuff so I don't have to think and guess what I found? Two of my concepts from Project Arthur have been used by another writer after reading the whole book. One of them wasn't so bad but the other is concerned with people being eaten by other sentient beings. The beings doing the eating were getting a definite sexual high from the procedure and so were the characters in this book and since this book occurred directly after the reading then it is fairly obvious where the ideas were taken from.

Notes to self. Must make huge push to get PA out the door and hopefully find an agent tout suit.

What was supposed to be a relaxing weekend ended up as a nightmare. My middle daughter called us from ER. She has not only broken her ankle in two places; it is such a horrendous break that she must go for surgery before they can even put a cast on. This will be occurring tomorrow.

She is going to be in a cast for at least eight weeks and she will need a surgical boot for a goodly time after that or her ankle will never stabilize. She is now home with us for the night before facing whatever tomorrow.

I just went on site at OWW to check out if anyone had posted anything new for me to add to my list of reviews to do. Right there, on the front page is an entry listed as horror, for adults only and is 7,003 words long. And yes, this is a newbie. The sub title starts off as below, and this is NOT MY typo. It is as it appears on site.


RECOMEND AS EDITOR'S CHOICE (followed by title of work and author's name).


This tells me a lot about this person and I do hope he doesn't get utterly crushed by the possible flaming that might come his way.

Does everyone remember the first post they made? It surely had to be the next best thing since sliced bread and everyone would be totally bowled over by the brilliance of the story and the literary skill of the writer, wouldn't they? It is a hard thing to learn one has just taken a baby step but are nowhere near walking unassisted. It is also the first step on the road to publication; the wanting and needing to learn and to grow with others.

I have been on the site since the free Del Rey days and in all that time I have never seen anyone recommend themselves for an EC. The work might well be worth one for all I know.

I don't read huge subs unless they are for BFFs. I also try not to read subs from people who might not want to hear my opinion because it might not be a gushing glorification. I just hope the poor guy doesn't get torn to shreds because of his enthusiasm.

Who is going this year? I don't see many names I know on the list. Panics. I will be there and I hope you guys aren't going to leave me allllll aloonnne.

I was going to do some yardwork today. Well, I guess that isn't going to happen. All weekend it has been wet or overcast after or before being wet.

I suppose this has good points as I got play with Safari. For those that don't know, it is the apple web browser that is now available to pcs and it makes internet explorer look like it is moving with all the enthusiasm and energy of an inebriated slug. I won't be going back to IE on my personal computer so I will only have to bear with it when I am at work.

Well I was going to get some reviewing done today. I am thinking I will not be going in to work as I was yakking up last night. That makes twice in three days and I am beyond tired. Anyhow, I go to the OWW site and it isn't there anymore. Someone forgot to renew the domain name.

I hope we haven't lost all our reviews. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't save mine until I take a chapter down.

Apart from the spa treatment, my kids also bought me a selection of face masks. Over the years, I have been a toad about wearing sun block and moisturisers and the such and now I have very dry skin.

Anyhow, I have just had my shower, leaving it late to make sure everyone else doesn't either start one at the same time or put on the washer or dishwasher. This happens frequently and I love a loooooong hot shower. So I pick up one of these masks and start slapping it on. Oh, it feels sticky. I get the mirror and indeed verify that I have annoited my face in what looks like ornamental snot. It is very sticky. I am not sure if it will set, or if it is even supposed to set. I can't read the instructions because I took off my glasses before I put on the snot. Now I can't see. Bad move.

I think I will give this thirty minutes before I find out if I still have a face left.

I should not have mentioned what a glorious start May Long got off to yesterday. I should not have said anything about sunshine and it being the best May Long since my kids were tiny. I woke up to grey skys and buckets of water being poured earthwise.

I was going to plant all my hanging baskets and planters today with all the flowers I bought yesterday, or rather my husband bought for me, to his wallet's shock. With my plans ruined I can only contemplate all the people who also planned to be outside today; those people on camping trips at the lakes, already, and then poor Sue on her now wet horse hunt. Dudes, I am very sorry. I promise faithfully to keep my mounth shut in future.

And I hope you were able to have a Happy Birthday in spite of this, Sue.

I can't believe we have nice weather for May Long. Right back to when the kids were little this weekend sucked because of snow or rain or hail. We have beautiful sunshine with a slight breeze. What sucks is I just want a nap.

I have a sleep problem that is getting worse. Last night was bad and I am tired. Yes, I could've gotten up and tried to write but I spend eight hours a day plus in front of a pc screen. I already need stronger bifocals and I really don't want to push this.

Me is too tired to concentrate anymore. I think I will go get my containers ready for planting. I could probably dump out my hanging baskets, too. Yes, if I plant those today that is nice, light work and the dh and daughter can do the weeding. Not that I am a shirk but we had a very fierce wind on Thursday and it blew my van door shut just as I was getting in. I have a wicked purple bruise around a goodly part of my knee and it is swollen so I don't particularly want to be kneeling or standing for too long.

I sort of groaned when I heard the girls were taking me for a M day strawberry tea at the botanic gardens. This spring is very late, as was last and there is nothing in bloom. Anyhow, it was a nice day because I had my girls and their guys there and it didn't matter that is was chilly and nothing was out. We got to walk around a bit and it didn't rain. Loves my girls.

They also got me a facial lined up at a new spa. Now this should be interesting. I have never had a massage of any kind in my life. I am one of those people with a privacy space surrounding me as far as strangers are concerned. I am not comfortable with doctors, nurses, dentists, optomotrists ... However, the curiosity is peeked. I really don't think they make all that much difference from a bar of soap but then I am in no position to offer an opinion ... yet. I will go and do this and I will have fun. I think I will probably take a pictur of me before I go so I can do a proper comparison. I don't think I would ever use it in a book, but I wouldn't say for sure.

I am also back in a splint today. My thumb was starting to make the sort of signs that it does before it goes out so I thought I would see if sticking the splint back on for 48 makes any difference. I am actually getting quite good at typing with the thing now.

Oh dear.

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