Boomer play list

Okay, so I listen to too much radio.

This is my playlist from the Sirius XM app on my computer. My favorites are on the top row. I listen to CNN in the afternoon because too much Fox gets repetitive.

The past year I’ve been hanging on 70’s music. It reminds me of my childhood, because I could remember the records and 8-tracks my mom used to buy. She let me pick the music to listen to while cleaning. I felt like an adult when I plugged in the 8-track of ABBA’s Greatest Hits and turned it way up.

Lithium and 1st Wave are my go to’s. After college and during college respectively. Lots of memories with Nirvana and R.E.M.

60’s Gold is a little far back for me, but mom used to listen to a lot of Motown and Elvis. Good thing my father didn’t notice, or didn’t care. (He listened to country and Ray Stevens.) 60’s music is coming back, or at least sampling it.

I discovered Happy Oldies and it’s one of my favorite stations. If you have the Sirius XM app, give it a try. You’ll say to yourself, “Oh, I haven’t heard this song in ages!” and crank it up.

I also discovered Turbo because they played Rage Against the Machine (I wasn’t much of a fan in college, but I liked them when I was older). Then I discovered Soundgarden and Godsmack and I was addicted to this station while I wrote the Grimaulkin and War Mage series. They’re a little angsty for that reason.

The others on the second row are only on the app, and I go to them if the top row sucks at that moment in time. The app will show you the song they’re playing, and even if I get in the middle of a song when I change stations, that’s okay.

So now you know my secret sauce when I write.

Buy Stock in Band-Aids and Uber

So. I have had more needles stuck in me for the past few weeks than I’d like.

My right middle finger kept sticking closed. (Into my palm. Not open or I’d have a lot of explaining to do.) Tried cortizol shots. No dice. Surgery was the other option. So okay, why not? I had to get clearance from my cardiologist because of heart issues, cleared by my endocrinologist, nephrologist, and PCP. This is what happens when you have co-morbidities–everyone has to put their two cents in.

Had the surgery two weeks ago. My hand was wrapped up in a soft cast, and I had it taken off on the 27th. Surgery is successful, although it messed up my head line with an additional scar.

My left middle finger is now doing the same thing. I can’t do anything about it, unfortunately, because that is the side my dialysis graft is on. According to the nephrologist, “It’ll never heal.” And, not to mention, blow up my graft if you put a tourniquet anywhere on my arm. I’ll live with it.

Meanwhile, I’ve been Ubering places. Even though I don’t have to worry anymore about maintenance and upkeep of my own vehicle, we get to ride in all kinds of nice cars and SUV’s (Tesla FTW, but could barely fit the transport wheelchair in its trunk), It’s expensive. There’s a couple of shelters I’d like to go to for cats–or a small-to-medium dog–but it’ll take me at least $25 on a one way trip to get to the local animal shelter. And I’d have to use the “pet option” which charges an extra $5-$10.

Hopefully, that will be the end of medical issues for me.

Review: Starter Villain

Okay, I’ll admit–this was a great book. A four star because I didn’t like the end. and the main character was way too smart.

This is the first book this year that I read without looking to see how much longer I had to read. I read John Scalzi’s Old Man’s War and it’s one of my favorites. He’s a prolific writer. I might pick up a few others of his.

The main character’s uncle leaves him with the family business. We learn about what it is and who is in charge (the cats, as they should be). The dolphins have read Marx and don’t want to be controlled. I was not going to be surprised if he had kamikaze dolphins. I’m sure Scalzi thought of it and said, “Nobody would believe that.” If he only knew.

This is in my read and liked pile.

“My brother is dead.”

Krimson passed over the Rainbow Bridge at 3 this morning. Right in front of me. He took his last gasp and just froze. It’s something I can’t unsee in my mind. I have regrets with this one; did I do enough for him? I also realized I have no emergency money. I really need to stop spending down to nothing. And stop taking out payday loans that takes up a third of my disability pay.

We had to Uber ($60 one way) because I have no car. Luckily–I mean, seriously lucky–my publisher sent me an advance to cover that and Krimson’s cremation. Again, no emergency money. I don’t know what we would have done if he hadn’t come through. Bury him in a shallow grave in the back yard? (That’s illegal.)

But that’s enough of the “what if”s that send me into a depressive spiral. I need to find a comedy to get me out of this. I’m reading Starter Villain by John Scalzi and it fits the bill. Review of that coming in a week or so.

We have no cats. It’s been years since I haven’t had a pet. My son wants a dog. I wouldn’t mind, but we don’t have the room for a big dog, and I don’t like small ones. Dogs are higher maintenance than cats. He doesn’t realize it.

My son considered Krimson his brother. He was so brave wrapping him in a blanket and putting him in the carrier. (This means a seizure is due so I have to be careful the next couple of days.)

So for today, I mourn. I already miss your cat butt in my face when I go to sleep.

Review: Apprentice of the Dead

DNF

I didn’t realize this was YA until I started reading it. I’ve read YA–and wrote it. They’re fast reads, so I decided to stick with it for a while.

Imagine contemporary technology used with an Egyptian backdrop? I had a hard time with that.

The writing is pretty good, crisp and tight. But it’s a female protag, a Romantasy element, present tense, and first person who seems to accept everything as it happens. These are red lines for me. When a mystery is added to the story, I didn’t care. Too much stuff going on, and I know she’s not going to solve everything in 80 or so pages. This was a good teaser novel for the first book in the series.

But I don’t have time for that.