Wednesday, February 22, 2017

It's Leader day

I always look forward to Wednesday morning and reading the latest copy of the Leader.  It does annoy me, however, when the e-edition doesn't show up until later in the morning.  How hard is it to hit "send"?  Also annoys me when they don't publish my letter to the editor.  But I'll get over it. I was complaining that you can't work the crossword puzzle online and the one you can work on (not the e-edition) is so simple, it's not worth the time.  Today I noticed the puzzle clues are side by side with the puzzle so I was able to make a copy and insert it onto a word document. Couldn't do that before. Plus it's a lot of extra work that is unnecessary.  And it wouldn't kill them to make the puzzle larger so you could read it easier. Yeah, I've reached the age where just about everything annoys me at one time or another.  I suppose I've kind of been there for some time. Ha!

Hear the mail truck on the street so guess I'll go see what kind of goodies he's bringing today....
Well, that was boring! The Visa bill!  It was only $15, though, so I was good this month.  My Amazon bill came yesterday and it was  higher but not as high as I was thinking it was going to be.  Also got a phone cover yesterday.  My cell just snaps into it and it's supposed to protect the phone  if you drop it.

I threw on the steam in the last half hour and got a lot of chores off my list. Cut up boxes and wheeled the recycle bin to the alley, picked up poop in the yard (Sammy went home yesterday), refilled the bird baths, cleaned up the hummingbird feeders, and folded laundry.  Now I'm free to spend the day on the computer, if I so choose.  Which I will.  My book is progressing right along and I hope to start inserting various photos this week.  I formatted the book size  down to the 6x9 dimensions the book will be and I ended up with close to 200 pages. Adding pictures will increase the page count.  I've still got more editing to do, though. I read each chapter over and over looking for typos and poor sentence structure or, in some cases, deleting paragraphs that are repeats of other areas of the book  or that are things I really don't need to be sharing.  I do have a tendency to chatter too much -- but at least I'm aware of it. Ha!

I went downtown to get a haircut yesterday. I had planned on letting my hair grow and just cutting it myself when I needed a trim but I gave up on that idea.  Damn hair continues to thin as I age and if I don't take the time every single morning to curl it and put goo in it, etc. I look like a hag!  Really.  Disgusts even me when I walk by a mirror.  Jenni told me about this place that only charged $14 for seniors so I thought I'd try it out.

Sigh...he was a nice enough guy. Quite nice really and he gave me an okay cut. Only so much you can do when there's nothing to work with but I kind of felt like I was in Floyd's barber shop on Andy Griffith.  He was working on an older guy when I got there and while I was in the chair, two other younger guys came in. Looked like blue collar workers.  The music was fine (late 60s, early 70s) and the place was decorated like a teenage hangout from the old days.  This guy would have graduated in 1969 (I asked him) and I hesitate to even criticize because he had an old Bible sitting nearby. Still, it didn't have the beauty shop feel; more the barber shop.  And he swung me around in his chair entirely too FAST!  Made me dizzy.  ha ha  He's apparently been around forever in Port Angeles.  Guys coming in seemed to know him.

Jen took Sammy home for a few days yesterday. His continual barking was getting on both our nerves. Barks at EVERYTHING!  Even if he hears the neighbors in their own yard or driveway.  Also erupts if he hears a doorbell on tv.  Every single time Jen or Wayne or the kids come, he's yapping his fool head off.   He even makes little yips while sleeping.  Jen's sleep is often interrupted if he's having a restless night and she can't afford to be having a bad night.  Just too hard for her to navigate during the day if fatigue is getting into the act along with her stumbling from MS.

She's going to Camp Ramblewood for her scrapbook retreat tomorrow so I'll have the place to myself.  Already intending to talk to myself a great deal as I'll be working on my book.  Sure would love to have it ready to send off to the printer next month. That's what I'm aiming for.  The neighbor  is going to come over and help me figure out some of the formatting problems I can't remember how to do.

I've got 52 preorders already and have only advertised on my Facebook page.  I think I'm going to post  on my Town Kid blog on the Leader so I can get some free advertising there. Also intend to send out emails.  Might think about listing it on my eBay account too, although I didn't have that much success selling there before. Sold maybe half a dozen or more.  Am hoping I can get more pre-orders so I'll have a better idea on how many to have printed.  The place I'm thinking about using only seems to have an option for 50 or 100 and then it jumps up to 250.  Not sure I want to go that high.  I never seem to have a strong feeling that my books will sell.  Not enough confidence in myself, I suppose. Although I do like this book so far.  And I could have easily sold more Walkin' on Water books.  I may get some more of those printed if I ever have a little money to play around with. Self-publishing is tricky and while I've never cared about "making a profit", I do care about "breaking even."

Am reading a book now called NY Puzzle.  It's a murder mystery that has crossword puzzles included that you have to work to solve the mystery.  Watched a great movie last night that had subtitles but some English too -- A Swedish flick called The 100 year-old Man who climbed out his window and disappeared.

Pictures for today:
 I've seen this old PT beach photo before but always liked it. Hudson Point area I think.
                                                Always like seeing the mill photos
                     Some shots of Jake at a Harlem Globetrotters game


                             He never ever wants anything except CARS &  TRUCKS

                                    pretty view of Port Townsend that I saw on Facebook


And last but not least -- my mother is 91 years old today.  I sure hope to hell I don't live that long!

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