For the first time ever, I’ve signed on to a wireless internet network, and I’m updating my LiveJournal without benefit of wires. There’s good coffee, cookies, good sandwiches and all sorts of cool people hanging around — a newspaper editor just offered me a writer’s job on the basis of me wearing my kilt. How weird/cool is that?
I’m recovering slowly from bad sleep last night. Coffee helped; so did stretching while waiting for the guy from the Village Arts Center to show up this morning. I dropped off canned food at the Food Cupboard at the United Congregational Church on Institute Road in Worcester — 45 cans. Also gave the Village Arts Center $150 from my birthday party, towards new lights and possibly a refinished floor. The guy is really cool, and he was really amenable to us having a regular drum circle and poetry jam there. I’m very excited by this possibility.
He is also willing to save the print of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon by Bill Griffiths that calmed me so much just before my Storyteller’s Feature back in June. A heron, the Hanging Gardens, a ziggurat… it’s very cool. It’s also $200… apparently I’m going to have to save up some dough.
‘s car gave up the ghost the other day, so we wound up putting in a fair amount of cash to secure the services of Miracle Eli, her mechanic. I wound up staying in Boston an extra night so I could get her to the garage and home again, and then get her there this morning. I think that paying for the repairs has eaten up the last of my reserves, though, and it’s going to be a while before I’m going to be able to spend much of anything.