Brad!

I’ve named the spider Brad. Since he clearly has no intentions of relocating anytime soon, I thought that giving him a name that was harmless-sounding , Ivy League-ish (dare I say “WASP”-y, since he is clearly an arachnid??) — it  would make the enormous spider near my bed a lot less frightening.

So far, it’s working. I plug in my iPhone to re-charge it, catch a glimpse of Brad hanging out in the corner with his super-creepy long, brown legs and I say, “Hey, Brad. How’s it going?” And he does seem less frightening. In fact, he seems to belong to me now that I’ve named him.

I will even go so far as to quote Antoine de Saint-Exupery in The Little Prince:

“I am looking for friends. What does that mean — tame?”

“It is an act too often neglected,” said [Brad]. “It means to establish ties.”

“To establish ties?”

“Just that,” said [Brad]. “To me, you are still nothing more than a [crazy lady] who is just like a hundred thousand other [crazy ladies]. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a [spider] like a hundred thousand other [spiders]. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world….”

And so goes the story of me and Brad.

Brad, just moments ago...
Brad, just moments ago…

On other fronts.

I sent the re-writes of Act One of the TV pilot to one of the producers to see if I am anywhere near on the right track. We shall see. If we are, then I will write like a demon to get Acts Two through Four re-written by next Friday and then move on to the play I need to edit. The fabulous play that will cause me to travel to New York City and back many times this fall! And — yes! — see that guy I used to love! (Well, I probably still love him because every time I speak to him on the phone, my heart zings off somewhere far beyond the moon, but we shall see…)

However, if Act One still needs work, everything mentioned above will remain the same, except that I will write like a super-demon instead.

In case you’re curious (and keeping track) the new course I’m taking in school, Church Administration, is just about as indescribably unexciting as I had anticipated it would be. Arrrrgggh. However, only 2 more classes after this, and I am home free, as they say. A divinity graduate, Magna Cum Laude. Yippee ki yi yay.

The other course I’m taking, Pastoral Care and Hospital Visitation Training, is already intense, and it only started this past Monday night.  The course includes such effervescent topics as: People in Crisis & Illness; Care for those with Mental Illness; Grief & End of Life; Ministry to the Elderly; Care for those with Disabilities, and the ever-popular Ministry in the Midst of Addictions. (And by that, I think they mean that Addicts will be in our Midst, not that we, as ministers, will be in the midst of our own addictions. But you know, you never really know, until you really know.)

So that’s life around here. I must get back to the dry-as-dust world of Church Administration. (The textbook makes me feel like I speak English as a second language. Honestly, the sentence structures are so convoluted, I have to keep re-reading the same sentences over & over & over until they finally start to make sense. By then, I’m dead asleep and have to snap out of it and start over.)

All right. I will leave you with a shot of Weenie in the planter shaped like a small wheelbarrow. Weenie is the twin brother of Skipperdee, who got adopted. They are both named after characters in the Eloise books. (You can see the original Skipperdee and Weenie pictured with Eloise at that link.)

Okay. Bye! See ya! Thanks for visiting, gang!

Weenie in teh wheelbarrow planter
Weenie in the wheelbarrow planter

 

A wolf spider, so suddenly!

I have been in this house 8 years now and I’ve noticed that as soon as fall weather arrives, a wolf spider or two will come indoors, run around and scare me, then disappear.  Actually, I’m of the opinion that they are always here, but that they live inside the walls or under the floor boards, or anywhere where there is wood. And then the colder weather sends them into “warmth” which happens to permeate the areas where I can then see them.

I like spiders, in general, but wolf spiders, especially big ones, have such an amazing presence about them that I cannot help but gasp in horror whenever I see one inside the house. But usually they are en route to anywhere where they don’t have to look at me.

Last week, we had several days running of beautiful, cool, even chilly fall-like weather. I kept thinking to myself, “Wow, it feels like fall!” And clearly the wolf spider living somewhere in the vicinity of my bedroom thought the same thing: “Wow, it feels like fall! Time to go see what that crazy lady inside is doing!”

But this one is not en route to anywhere. It is cozily living in the corner of my bedroom, down close to the floor, close to my bed, which is usually my safe heaven from everything in the entire world.  I really do like spiders, so I don’t want to kill it, but I really wish it would just go away. It adds an undercurrent of drama to every single thing that I do in my bedroom right now.  I always have to go look at it and make sure it isn’t getting anywhere near me first.

Wolf spiders can see really well, and they move really fast, so whenever it sees me looking at it, it bolts away and hides. Then comes back, like the proverbial bad penny.  I’m sure he’s just as dismayed by my presence as I am by his, because clearly he’s got a cozy little thing going for himself.

He [on his tiny iPhone talking to friends]: “Yeah, I love the new place, but there’s this gi-normous thing living here. I don’t know what to call it, but it’s missing 6 of its eyes and 4 of its legs are just plain gone. So creepy. And it pops up at the weirdest moments. Then – whoop — it bolts away. Almost like its more scared of me than I am of it! LOL. I’m just praying that it doesn’t start breeding, if you know what I mean…”

Meanwhile, my deadline is ticking away. I have to finish this re-write by the end of next week. We’re wondering how on earth that is going to happen.  And I don’t mean because I have to keep stopping and checking where the spider is.  I mean that I have so much other stuff I gotta do.  But that said, I suppose I should get off of the blog and go get back to the script! It doesn’t re-write itself, as we know so well by now.

Okay! Happy Monday!! Hope you’ve got a great week ahead of you, gang.  Thanks for visiting. See ya!

Hang in there, baby! It's almost Friday!
Hang in there, baby! It’s almost Friday!

 

Best way to wake-up

People wonder how I manage to have such a great life.

It’s simple. I wake-up at dawn and my first thought is to not panic.  I tell myself that somehow, someway, life is gonna work out all right.

Then I try to remember if anything good happened the day before. Usually tons of good stuff happened the day before, but I have to make an effort to remember.  Once I’m convinced that good stuff actually does happen, I get out of bed. I go feed all the cats, clean the litter boxes, then make my own breakfast and bring it back to bed. Fluffy is always waiting to have breakfast with me in bed.

Here she is last night, with her summer lion’s shave. She looks goofy, rather than fluffy. I love her! She is in no way feral. She is the most loving cat imaginable, but the drawback is that she hates other cats. This gives her 9 other cats to terrorize daily and it gives her deep pleasure but makes the rest of us a little nuts.  She was also a rescued kitten but she is 8 years old now. We rescued her in Easton, PA. She appeared on our front porch, starving, pregnant, and dying from pneumonia… Many hundreds-of-dollars-and-years later, she is the terrorizing cat we know and love today.

Fluffy! Looking not so Fluffy!
Fluffy! Looking not so Fluffy!

Meanwhile, back to having breakfast in bed with Fluffy… I think it’s important to start mornings off peacefully, gently, quietly.  Otherwise, my days just turn to nothing but stress really quickly. I usually listen to some sort of Law of Attraction audio thing on YouTube while having breakfast. This is the one I listened to this morning. It was really good. Really uplifting. Then, I listen to my daily lesson for A Course in Miracles and give that some thought, then I go put all the breakfast dishes in the kitchen , go back to bed and meditate for 15 minutes. (I am currently doing Deepak Chopra’s 21 Day Meditation Challenge-thingy with Oprah. Well, Deepak is presenting it with Oprah; I’m not meditating with Oprah. We are currently “Expanding Our Happiness.”)

Then, when all that’s done, I lie in bed for a little bit and usually feel good about life.  This morning was no exception, although I found this (below) to be particularly helpful in feeling good about life! You might want to skip all the other stuff I mentioned above and go straight to this one every morning:

Hot town, summer in the city!

Or so the saying goes about New York.  I bring it up for a reason!

The same actress that I am writing the Pearl Bailey play for (or “for whom I am writing the Pearl Bailey play”) has hired me to do some extensive editing on another play that she is involved in — another one-woman musical.  And part of the arrangement is that she will need me to attend rehearsals in New York City no less than three times between now and a nano-second from now!

Well, now until “the end of September,” which feels like a nano-second because I am still in school full-time, still working various part-time jobs, working at the church now, too, and beginning that two-month course on pastoral care for the terminally ill and the bereaved, etc., on Monday.

Oh, yeah, and revising the TV pilot — I’m kind of, sort of hoping I can get most of that done this week and next. I plan to accomplish that by way of a process that’s called: believing in miracles!!!

Anyway, I am so excited. My airfare and hotel bills are paid for.  So I just sort of show up and help them make magic, then fly back home. I can’t imagine anything I will enjoy more. (Oh, perhaps the opportunity to see that guy I was in love with light years ago because he lives in the vicinity…)

Life just gets better and better and better, gang.  It makes me want to regale you with — tah dah!! — a photo of a cat!! Oh —here’s one!!

Huckleberry with Skipperdee!
Huckleberry with Skipperdee!

Skipperdee was one of only two kittens who actually got adopted last summer. He was just a born “people cat” from day one. Luckily he was adopted by a friend here in town so I still get to visit him. He is such a wonderful cat!

He was named after one of the characters in the Eloise books, btw.  Here he is under my friend’s coffee table a few weeks ago.

Skipperdee today
Skipperdee today

What I learned at 5:15 a.m.

What I learned at 5:15 am this morning about Brewer’s yeast tablets is: Do not set out 8 of them on the kitchen counter and then go downstairs to clean out the litter boxes.  Because Doris will get up on the counter the moment my back is turned and happily gobble up all 8 of the pills. This means she got 8 times the amount of Brewer’s yeast this morning than she’s supposed to have. And she seems happy as a little clam, too.

I’m guessing that fleas will literally be fleeing in the other direction now when Doris comes around.

Doris, a few minutes ago.
Doris, a few minutes ago.

Well, sorry it’s been a long time since I posted. The course I’m taking in school has been really fantastic but it has involved a lot of reading and a ton of writing, so between that and revisions on the TV pilot, I have not had much brain room left over.

Once I finish the revision, which needs to be completed before the end of August, I will be switching right back to the Pearl Bailey play.  What a terrific year this has been!

The next course I am taking in school is Church Administration. I’m guessing it might not be my favorite course and could likely involve math… However, it has been really incredible to learn about all the pastoral rites involved with ministry.  It’s getting so real, gang. And on August 18th, I begin a 2 month course at church about pastoring to the terminally ill and the bereaved.

Oh, and in the middle of all this, I re-connected with a man I used to love many, many years ago.  Wow, what a great feeling it’s been to be flooded with so many memories of love. I highly recommend it!

Okay, have a great Friday, gang, wherever you are and whatever you do. I personally, have a couple papers to write and then I also have some work to do over at the church. It should be a really beautiful day. Okay, see ya. Thanks for visiting!

 

Literally a Ton of Writing

I have, literally, a ton of writing to get to over here. Need to get some new pages written for the Pearl Bailey play, then do a huge amount of revisions on the TV pilot. All of it preferably done yesterday, so…

What better way to spend this busy moment than by posting more photos of my cats???

This is Scottie in various stages of kittendom last spring and summer. Scottie is one of Tommy’s babies, the sister of Francis-the-scamp.

Scottie is a sweet-natured tabby, but more on the side of feral than semi-feral. She rarely even ventures upstairs.  She hangs out in the sun room, the family room, or up in the rafters in the unfinished part of the basement.  She’s very, very pretty, if also very shy.

Scottie with her brother, Zellie, when they were just wee bonnie babes. Scottie is the tabby. Zellie was only one of two kittens that actually got adopted.
Scottie with her brother, Zellie, when they were just wee bonnie babes. Scottie is the tabby. Zellie was only one of two kittens that actually got adopted.
Scottie, a little bit older, out in the sun room last summer.
Scottie, a little bit older, out in the sun room last summer.
Scottie about a year ago.
Scottie about a year ago.

 

The Birthday Haul So Far!!

My housemate surprised me this morning. During the night he had put out a birthday cake with candles, a vase of tulips, and some Edith Head collectible paper dolls! What a COOL thing to find in the kitchen at 5 AM. Really, it made my day and the day was just getting started.

The cats got together and had a sculpture of me made out of old stinky fish parts. I will treasure it forever! It is truly amazing how much it really does look just like me!

zcatfish

Okay, just kidding about that particular bit, but really I am having such a nice birthday. The Monty Python show on Sunday was so fun, then lunch with my cousin yesterday, and today (my birthday — 54!!) is all about taking it easy and eating cake! (I do have to take a writing webinar this afternoon but I guess that’s a birthday gift I’m giving myself & my career, so I’ll look on it like that and not like it’s work.)

Here’s the haul so far, gang!

Birthday Haul minus Dead Fish Sculpture
Birthday Haul minus Dead Fish Sculpture

 

 

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