Get your own
 diary at! contact me older entries newest entry

Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing

101 Things About Me

Do My Surveys
(scroll down)

To Do List

To Buy List

Free Guestmap from Bravenet 

Thursday, Jul. 22, 2004 - 11:44 a.m.

Cost of the War in Iraq
(JavaScript Error)

WARNING!!!! if you know me personally, you may read my diary, but if you do, you take the chance of hearing things you don't want to know, misunderstanding what I've written and being hurt by it. If you are unsure if it is ok to read, save yourself and me the grief and heartache, and ask first!!! Please note that this is a DIARY, ie my subjective feelings, hearsay, suppositions, and outpourings of ranting of the moment. It does not represent objective news, the whole of what I think of a topic or someone, or even a thought-out representation of any of the above. Keep that in mind. Thanks. * Here is a Diary Etiquette Read Me.

Da Wench is Up at Noon!!

goddamn, here it is 11:43 am and I am totally awake (only one and a half hours sleep) so decided to wrap up my drawings to send Fedex.

Yup, the phone rang. I am fined $20 for being late with the car last night, and not having called to prolong my reservation. I guess this is where people with cellphones have the advantage. When they are suddenly stuck going 5k/h in the middle of trucks and cars, they can call and say so. The rest of us are just stuck, with people going... well if she knows she will be late she should call. ha ha ha

yeah, by the time I got out of there to anywhere there was a phone it was already past time to take the car back.

They said I should have foreseen the traffic jam. Hmmm. I had 30% more time than necessary for the trip. The people who live out there and drive back and forth regularly thought that was more than enough time. They didn't forsee the traffic jams of that length.

What a pain. oh well.

And then I dealt with the Patrick Ca*lifia in Ottawa bit as well... once again we will be driving on the highways of construction hell (in the AFTERNOON in the SUN) with a set necessary arrival time. Apparently the place where he will be reading is tiny. So they are closing their doors fifteen minutes before, then reopening them (ie people have to make a line) at 5pm, and when it is full, it is full. No tickets.

This is not reassuring for people driving from two hours away in a rented car. I was only concerned that we arrive on time. Now we need to worry about arriving in advance. But we cannot leave earlier since one of the people we are giving a ride to works until 2pm. So we have less than three hours to drive what is normally an hour 45mins to two hour drive.

Like yesterday was supposed to be two hours in which to drive an hour and a half. ha ha ha.

Foresee traffic jams. Yup. I forsee getting to the door of a place full of people that won't let us in. I only have a ticket for a workshop on Sunday night, and my friend l'Ecrivaine is only going for this meet and greet... the whole reason we are going up on Saturday and staying overnight til my workshop is cuz of the meet and greet with a reading.

Well, we are going to take our chances. And if we miss out we miss out, and I guess we'll have supper and loll around Ottawa doing nothing. I guess that's ok, if we decide in advance.

I was just concerned that I once again would be late in traffic, with a friend who was only going for what we were missing cuz of our lateness. I find that so stressful. But she's accepted we might not get in.

This does not help me sleep, all this negotiating and car rentals and traffic jams and fines.

But I did call back Chuck and apologize for last night. It must be cuz I am so tired that I cannot care about who's right or wrong or whatever. I said I was sorry to have been impatient and short when I was stressed out from being late and the traffic jam. He just said "ok" very shortly. I noticed he did not apologize for throwing things and crashing out. I suppose it makes one a good person to apologize.

In my experience it just makes the other person go "ah, I am NOT wrong, she is and knows it. She is a pain".


But the Toronto people called with more work... another poster or two like the eating peas and parade ones I did last year. That is cool. Maybe I can afford to bring my father in October after all.

Well, gotta go finish wrapping up these drawings, then eat something. Toooooo hungry now to sleep. God this is totally screwing up my sleep schedule, which had been back to getting up at 1:20 pm.

I almost wrote nite nite.

gday all,

me, wenchie at noon

5 People have left cute, callous or caring comments on the wench's wordiness!!
Leave yours too!!

Go to "notes" instead of comments

Join my Notify List and get email when I post a private entry:
Powered by
ps, you'll need to email me for a username and password


previous meanderings - future past

Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009


about me - read my profile! read other Diar
yLand diaries! recommend my diary to a friend! Get
 your own fun + free diary at!

Prism Comics!

*inspired by Chaosdaily