Busy busy

The new job is going well - enjoyably challenging and nicely casual.  Lots of respect from the boss, and I'm learning a lot.Creating a lot of processes and procedures, so I can work out the easiest and most efficient way to do stuff.  The biggest challenge is working in a Mac environment.

Picked up a second p/t job on Fridays only, doing books and assorted office crap for an old faire friend (Bristol Fight Cast 92ish).  He has his own quite successful computer business, but his bookkeeper.etc just kind of stopped showing up.  He needs just enough help to keep things going, and my other job won't go full time until at least fall, so it works out great. Being paid in cash doesn't hurt.

A couple of band gigs coming up - Family Fest up at Great Lakes Naval Training Center on the 3rd and 4th, and a private party on the 14th.  Had some more nibbles, but the numbers didn't work out.  But at least we're getting calls.

Winslet does not approve of my going back to work - she seeks out pettings and attention when I am home, so I am trying to juggle the numbers to get her a husbun.  I'm taking her bunny speed-dating in a few weeks. She is much more social and sweet-natured than Pepper was, so I hope she'll find a companion that she'll tolerate

No real progress on the bankruptcy front - getting all the ducks in a row and making the last few payments so that we can file.  Applied for the access programs for the pharmaceutical companies that make my FloVent and Singulair. My doctor wrote me a prescription for double-dose on my anti-depressant (which is part of WalMart's 90-day-$10 program) so I spent an evening cutting pills in half and have that med set for 6 more months.  A friend had some "spare" singulair, so I've been able to go back on it after a month without it - I'm hoping that this will mean that I'll stop waking up with asthma attacks at 3AM.

My downstairs neighbor is a real ass, and recently he started complaining that my garden drips on "his deck" - mind you, he has complained to the property manager and monologued to the skies about it, but never actually talked to me.  I replied to one of his nasty texts that I would water every night between 9-10 PM, so he would always know when it was coming.  Apparently his response was to come up and poison most of my plants.  I left for work with everything all green and lush, and came home to a collection of dead plants.  Looks like he poured bleach and/or some cleaning chemical over everything.  I filed a police report, but there doesn't seem to be enough proof for the police.  I've spoken to all of the nieghbors in this tier, and everyone is pretty sure who did it.  I decided the appropriate response was to have a garden party, and many of my friends donated plants and dirt so that I could replant.  I'll post photos in a few days once everything recovers from transplant shock.

Haven't done much sewing of late, but I finally treated myself to a few Truly Victorian patterns during the recent sale, and I'm looking forward to playing with them.

Recent good reads have included the last of Mira Grant's Newsflesh books (Blackout) and Jenny Lawson's 'Let's Pretend This Never Happened'.  I had a chance to see her at the Printers Row Lit Fest, and she is funny and witty, even on major drugs for her crippling anxiety.  She did an online reading, for which I had to log in with my Twitter account.  I've mostly used that to play a browser-based game and to stalk some of my favorite authors/  So now I have actual followers and I'm not sure why.  I'm wendyzski on there as well.  I'm also on goodreads, though I haven't actually put anything in there yet.