Note: I had originally published this in my August 2022 newsletter, but since not everyone’s subscribed to my newsletter, I figured I’d put it here as well.
Most of July was peaceful, allowing me to absorb myself with my current writing project, Little Dead Girls, and the four spin-off books that take place before the main story: Cat, Stormy, Lilith, and Brittany.
As the month started winding down, however, things began to darken.
- A close friend of mine, who is barely making it off her government SSI check as it is, had her rent raised by $100 out of nowhere.
- That same friend is also having issues getting her food stamps renewed, and no matter how many times I call on her behalf, they keep telling me the same thing: COVID/economy is to blame, so they’ll basically get to it when they get to it. She’s been waiting for them to ‘get to it since May.
- And then the most frightening thing happened: Anne, aka The Notorious Baby Squirrel, asked me to feel her up one morning before I even had a chance to get my stuff setup (I’ve known her for almost 20 years now; I’m also presently her caregiver), so I did. And felt a small hard left in the same booby she had cancer in. I immediately got on the phone with her doctor… we’re waiting for a call back with an appointment…
- On a less traumatic note, my air fryer, the love of my life, died. I was heating up a breakfast sammich and… When the timer was up, it was still cold. I tried two more times, but nothing. It was dead. Luckily I had given a friend of mine my backup air fryer, so she gave it back, and now I’m happy. But still!
- Last but not least, I took a shower the other day and decided to wear my Galaxy Watch Active because I’ve been thinking of tidbits to add to my story every time I bathe, and remembering them is annoying. So I wore my watch, put it in water mode (motherfucker is supposed to be waterproof), and when I got out… it was stuck in a boot loop. After several minutes, it died and hasn’t come back on since. Luckily I put insurance on that motherfucker when I bought it, so I’m in the process of getting it replaced or compensated, but until then, I still need a smartwatch… So I dug through my hoarded electronics, found the Pebble Time Steel my big brother got me several years ago, and found that it not only still held a charge but was at 75%! 😳 So I signed up with Rebble, tinkered around a bit, and even subscribed to their $3/month tier so I could reclaim my watch’s voice and weather features, and now – it’s up and running! Sure, it’s nowhere near as advanced as my Galaxy Watch Active, but the battery life is amazing! And it does everything I need it to do, so it will definitely work until my insurance processes my dead darling.
There you go. A month that started out peaceful and productive ended up chaotic and nightmarish, though still manageable. Let’s hope this month calms the fuck down a bit! 😄😭
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