Usually I love October. The fall weather, backyard fires, all things pumpkin-y. But things have been pretty heavy on the sad so far. Actual life and death tragedies that aren’t in my immediate family but close enough they are weighing heavily on my mind. I find myself spending a lot of time worrying about those who are directly affected (I’m respecting their privacy hence the vague-ness about it).
Moving right along. Five items of note:
- I’ve been a long-time fan of Neil Gaiman but my fandom has been on the decline, since his marriage to the irritating Amanda Palmer. Moderate annoyance has turned to ire with her kickstarter idiocy. But not all kickstarters are bad! And the one I kicked in for last week was fully backed.
- Dang, does this ever sound like a sweet gig: A lodging chain whose customers are often on the road is sending a travel photographer and blogger out for a promotion devoted to the search for art across America.
- From the mind of Morrissey: on celebrity worship, his new book, and Boston. I’m skipping his tour this time out but am jealous of my friends who are heading down to the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa to see him. That place looks fab.
- Another sad aspect of modern life. What to do with contact information in your cell phone after someone you know has passed away? There weren’t yet cell phones when my brother died but I know I would have maintained his entry, if there were.
- I fully admit…I bought these books from author Chris F Holm purely because of the gorgeous retro-inspired covers. But reading the blurbs it does sound like the story lines will be the sort of supernatural stuff I am into.
Daily life is busy as ever. And I have to figure out a way to squeeze in twelve visits a month to the YWCA, in order to qualify for reimbursement from my health insurance company (and for my general well being anyhow). But I’m also taking my son to a new psychologist next week, way out in the suburbs, who we’ll likely be visiting every other week. And I’ve got several freelance photography jobs lined up for the near future. Too much. All the time. Counting down the days to our next weekend cabin getaway.