To borrow from Ms. Loudon, My Glamorous Life as a Poet:

Well, after being 24 hours without power, we had to throw out the entire contents of fridge and freezer (except for what we saved via ice-chest and cooler.) That was expensive. Then go shopping to replenish: cheese, milk, frozen pizza/veggies and yogurt, salad dressings and sorbet (essential in heat) and other underpinnings of meals. Then, loads of undone laundrey. Then, host of unreturned phone messages and e-mails. Two members of my family, my dad and my older brother, are getting eye surgeries this week because of rare odd problems, so waiting for news of both. Managed to finally get two submissions out yesterday night (both online) and write and revise one poem. Got back to someone who was waiting on feedback for their poems. And had to attend to lawyer from x company that wants me to sign an affadavit that I am not the inventor of Y techology that I wrote about lo many years ago when I was a tech geek. Fun!
In between these little life crises, I managed to read the new book Japanamerica by one of the editors of A Public Space, a lit mag I love, which was a fairly shallow evaluation of popular culture in Japan and its relevance in America. Not bad, just not as in-depth as I would have liked, especially as it mentioned certain artists (Murakami the “Superflat” pop artist, and Murakami the novelist, and anime auteur Hayao Miyazaki) but didn’t really shed new insight into them for me. Maybe because I’ve already read a lot of books and magazine articles on these subjects.
Still contemplating move to an (Even smaller and further out than Bothell) small town at the end of my lease. Seems like the only way to live on my freelancer budget (even with husband G’s income) is to get the heck out of the Seattle area, where rents and property values just keep climbing. Poetry just isn’t that lucrative, and if I want to stay a poet, and not, say, a writer of vampire chick lit or corporate handbooks, it seems important to figure out a way to live on less.