Yesterday’s Scripps webinar was okay – in fact, I ordered a fitbit and signed up for their research project, collecting sleep and heart rate data to try to predict hot spots. Why not? Fitbit is probably a good idea to wear until the pandemic is over, if it ever is. And why not help science?
Right now I’m listening to The Best of Art Farmer trumpet music. It’s called contemporary jazz, but many of the songs sound like they would be useful as part of background music for Starsky and Hutch. It has that vibe – as in vibraphone – and that scratchy guitar thing emblematic of that era called wah sound. Not my cup of tea. But a few of the tracks are pleasant. I guess I’m more fond of what are called Jazz Classics, most of them from the 30s and 40’s, when jazz was evolving from ragtime to dance music to bebop. Now that was an era! More on that later.
I checked on my Amazon royalty payments this morning. Apparently, someone bought, I assume, the first of the Suffer the Children books – in Europe! How do I know? The royalty on the books is smaller than the kindle versions. But hey, Europe! That’s cool. So now I can add that continent to some sales in Australia, and that makes me an international author, right? I am pleased.
I want to start writing for Medium, which isn’t necessarily for money, but does get exposure. I have a follower or two there, since I’ve published exactly one piece about the Cvirus. I can follow up with more on that, or I can branch out into other things. Other Medium subscribers do comment, and it would be nice to get more feedback on blog pieces. So with that in mind, this blog may subtly change in some posts that I’ll copy and paste in Medium. Bear with me on this..it’s just good exercise for my writing skills. In the blog, I’ll identify which ones are destined to go there.
It’s fairly pointless to comment on current events. They are such a complete disaster, and the media coverage is nothing if not completely depressing. I spoke with Erik the Younger last night, just to make sure he was okay as Tiffany is still in Florida with her mom. He said she’d be returning soon, and then the whole gang will return for the summer. Good thoughts go out to Carol in coping with her heart issues and trying to stay cheerful.
I need to get out more. Stale air in the house is making my allergies act up, and gives me a scratchy throat and stuffy nose. Of course that is of concern, but I keep checking my vitals, and no big changes are noted there. I suppose the best thing to do is incorporate some walking time into my daily routine. I’ve done it a couple of times, but not consistently. And with all this rain, while t tamps down the pollen, it increases mold spores. They really get me. So once around the pond on a daily basis for a week or so, then twice around. That’s the equivalent of 10,000 steps, and allegedly that’s what’s wanted here.
Five more months ’til the election. I think many of us will be lucky to survive until then. Calling out the military to clear the way for a photo op? This, the day after the dark windows in the White House while he huddled in the Dick bunker? What a jackass. I know – you know that. Sigh.
Today is Thursday, so I have my Zoom therapy session this afternoon. I have begun to write the Clemmie sequel, but as mentioned before, I am treading most carefully. I think about it and try to picture it, but the dialogue isn’t clear yet. The setting is crystal clear, tho’. So that’s a start. The backroom work is easy, and enjoyable. It’s the front room work that’s tough, but slowly and carefully I’ll get there. The more I talk about it, the less scary it is. Talking with Jopie for 3 1/2 hours about the period from 1946 to 1950. It was helpful in cementing some perceptions, but the work still requires me to see, feel and hear them. I’m not there yet.
My temperature is 98.2° F. My blood oxygen is 95% and my resting heart rate is 75 bpm. All this – and sleep data – will soon be transmitted to Scripps via Fitbit. Looking forward to getting started, after my watch arrives, complete with a purple watchband. Cool, eh?