I have rather a lot of cheese, which is good, because I ran out, and it made me sad.
I can finally see the Sto:lo bridge from my back window again…. it’s been the best part of a week. AQI is 24, about as good as urban air gets in these parlous times.
Two loads of laundry plus the dishes yesterday, plus restringing Smokey. We’re still cursing an intermittent blue streak about the intermittent leaking of the dishwasher but no solid ideas.
Buster trained hard this morning, three paw claps and a couple of bounce and chase, and really focussed. Between having his fleas dealt with and the better air he’s def got more of a tigger-sproing in his step.
Le Mans has started and Jeff’s well-ensconced.
RIP Ruth Bader Ginsburg. McConnell’s going to get his wish and pack the SCOTUS with Republicans for a generation and a half. The Republic has fallen.
It fell when the Russians interfered with the last US election, actually, but now the general consensus in my corner of Twitter is that it’s all a done deal, especially if the new candidate is sworn in before the next election; that way any lawsuits complaining about the election results will be swiftly and summarily dealt with, and the Republicans will start picking off political enemies by directing mobs at them with no senior judicial branch to help clean up the mess years later, since they’ll be rubber stamping charges of treason. I wonder if the chipper young Democrat women like AOC understand at this point that they’re going to die in jail.
As ugly as it is, it will be uglier still, and the ugliest parts of all will happen in the shadow where no media penetrates and no signal comes out.
Well, not much. Walk in Lougheed Mall and picked up some veg with Paul. I was feeling so exhausted but there was chicken to cook in the fridge so I made asparagus and mini potatoes and corn and breaded chicken breasts for an early supper and then pretty much collapsed after that. I did a little tidying but the air is so oppressive I felt like crap.
AQI currently 139, went up and down all night.
Currently putting together a list of the birds seen and heard in Deer Lake Park. I think it’s marvellous that when I went to the list there was no American Coot! But American Coots come to Deer Lake all the freaking time, so immediately I was one up on the list.
The list is the names of the birds and their habitats and songs, since Paul and I are tired of always hearing the birds and never seeing them. I already know that we’ve repeatedly heard both ospreys and merlins, which blows me away. Their chittering calls are very distinctive. Getting the info here.
Insomnia. Woke at 10:30, up til 3, back down again and up at 8.
Le Mans weekend.
It’s dropped 20 points since 1 am (now 145 LATER AT 8:30 AM UP PAST 160 AGAIN), and should get within kissing distance of normal – under 40 – sometime by Friday.
Buster has been extremely variable about wanting to train. Some mornings he’s all over it, but the last couple of mornings he wants to just be handed treats, so I cut short the training this am after one treat and we’ll try again in the early afternoon. This morning first he huffed training and then he begged for it and we got three paw claps and a jump and chase and a run and chase in.
My experiment, stealing a cushion off one of the downstairs sofas and using it for a backboard, is a success – however finding a replacement pillow even at places like Bed Bath and Beyond that are supposed to specialize in shit like this has proven rather difficult. I will ask Paul to assist with cushion shopping today, then I can put the danged cushion back.
Jeff took me to breakfast at IHOP yesterday and I just ate what was left of the leftovers. We had the leftover sushi for supper last night as the folks kindly shared out leftovers from Paul’s bday.
Doctor’s office phoned me saying they wanted to schedule ‘a medical review with an RN’ and I told them to go fuck themselves until after the 22nd when I (hopefully) get my glucose tolerance test. What the hell is wrong with these people? Why do a medical review when the single most important piece of test data isn’t available? Anyway, I wasn’t as rude as I sound but I took no shit, I assure you.
The hot stone massage at Head to Toes day spa with Pauline was AMAZING, I’m still feeling comfort right into my bones. I may book another one next month just to have something to look forward to. But I suppose I should probably wait at least that long to ensure I neither caught nor brought anything.
Review of day:
Didn’t drink enough water yesterday. It needs to be less than half tea, my liquid consumption. Did practice x 3 instruments; did walk 1.5 k, did empty the sink and fill the dishwasher; did not meditate or take my bp and pulseox; I did not work on a manuscript; I did take my pill and brush my hair and teeth; I did my shoulder exercises. No laundry yesterday or today; no osteofit, no dejunking yesterday.
We ordered from L.A. Sushi, and it was really good, and we all broke up into smaller conversational groups, Katie and Keith and Paul and Jeff and I, and we marvelled that I bought a 70th birthday party card for Paul 6 months early, and then forgot to give it to him, and then dropped it on the ground outside his apartment yesterday so he almost didn’t get it AGAIN, but Jeff fetched it. Then I told him I hadn’t signed it and he’d have to sign it himself just to prove receipt and he got a good laugh out of that.
Earlier I had a panic attack at the Pier (the smell from the creosote after I took the N95 mask off literally made me hyperventilate – I didn’t learn until AFTER we left that the fucking pier is STILL ON FIRE and will remain so until the last of the creosote is burned) and ran away from Paul (because I needed to get home and he wouldn’t get in the car because he’d run into a friend on the street) and took a cab home, but I managed to calm down enough to go back out again for supper, and I’m glad I did because Alex was delightful playing Minecraft and it was really really really good to see the kids. I bought beer and drank a lot and guess what, no bad result today.
Massage this afternoon. I know it’s crazy, but if somebody doesn’t touch me I’m going to die, so wish me luck and I’ll have my best masks with me.
It’s been really shitty around here, but I feel a bit better today and the AQI is down under 160 for the first time in a week. The sky is SO OPPRESSIVE – it’s just horrible. Even so Jeff is helping things stay on an even keel, and we try to get out to get a little sun.
There’s a little more visibility, but we’re wrapped in a grey blanket of smoke and dirt. LATER… 170 is the AQI, my head is starting to hurt again, and damn I do not want to leave the house.
nothing on the fic today
Later, it was a lovely massage, and I stayed masked the whole time.
Front Street is closed from Begbie to the bridge. I intend to park as close as possible and then walk along where we can.
Washed my bedding, made reaaaally nice cinnamon buns (Paul came by and got two, one for him and one for Keith, Katie’s not eating bread).
FROM THIS ARTICLE
New Westminster Quay is burning down as I type this.
It’s the east side, not the side with all the trees.
I don’t know what to say. It’s brand new.
They’ve closed the skytrain and may close the Pattullo.
stench outside insupportable, and we got days more of this. For the people in Portland and western Oregon the air quality is up to three times WORSE, so feel something for those poor suffering bastards. At least Ned is safe while 12 percent of the population of the state is on the move.
King County R number is .6, best it’s been since the pandemic started. It’s flying way over one in Ontario, so stay tuned for more Fordfuckery.
Only seven squash left.
Tuesday we’re having a family supper at Planet Bachelor for Paul’s 71st bday. Everyone likes sushi, so that’s what we’re going with.
Apparently I’m going to host Alex the long haired Minecraft grandson today.
Yesterday was a good day, I hope today is too.
still keep flashing on Sue and our convo the other day, talking about how the day will come when we’ll end ourselves so as not to make work for our loved ones
He is a decent human being with an acceptably dark sense of humour.
I am pleased.
Not exactly on the high blood pressure and kidney problems diet, but I will only have two pieces of bacon. In a few minutes we’ll take off for the store; Jeff will stay in the car and I’ll go do the shop, as per their current instructions – they only want one person per household…
Latest bp 157/87, not too bad. Nice walk back from the pharmacy yesterday – it was literally the only part of the day that wasn’t too smokey to be outside.
Two dozen deaths, minimum, from the wildfires, and it will be closer to a couple hundred by the time it’s all over.
I got 11/15 daily routine items taken care of yesterday, so even if I feel like I didn’t do much besides laze around and harvest squash (put them in a carryall LOL to carry them, otherwise you’re negotiating with a dozen verdant cannonballs) I did actually DO THINGS yesterday
et the littlest one last night as a bedtime snack, seeds and all, damn it was good
LATER ABOUT THE SQUASH two more of them found homes
The weeping and wailing about Supernatural ending continueth on twitter.
This is in response to a rather plaintive tweet.
I acknowledge their relationship to their lands, whether peculiar to them or shared by treaty with their neighbours. I acknowledge this is a relationship I can’t share and should never try to profit from, or try to harm in any way.
I acknowledge and celebrate their cultural contributions to the global store house of ideas, practices and technologies.
I acknowledge their right to their artifacts, the bodies of their dead wherever tomb raiders have stolen them away to, and their traditional folkways, even if I object to some because I’m squeamish or elitist.
I acknowledge and celebrate their right to remove artifacts from where they are not being cared for properly to the care of their own people.
I pay them for their work, their art, their beading, their poetry, their books. I wear their art.
I know whose lands I live in and upon (Qayqayt, Musqueam, Squamish, Tsawwassen, Semiahmoo, Stó:lō – among others), and want to know more each year I live here. I read about it, but mostly I listen on social media to what the locals say about their land, when they walk around on it, when they catch salmon upon it, when they hunt and harvest on it, when they just live their lives and re-watch their favourite shows and worry about their children. The word ownership does not describe and can’t describe how they are about their land; stewardship makes it sound like there’s a bigger boss you need to turn the reins over to, if he ever shows up, and it’s always a guy; custody makes it sound like you can put a fence around it or secure it somehow; all these concepts endeavour to make land into parcels and people into atomized parcels of factions, forever at war with their neighbours, instead of sharing an immense bounty of ocean, river, land and sky. Anyway, English doesn’t have a word for it and can’t; it’s a failing and not a useful one.
I support language revitalization in word and deed.
I spit on blood quantum. Only their modern requirements for membership in their particular nation, informed by tradition and agreed upon within the nation, are any basis for being members of any Indigenous band, tribal or national group. Judicial measures regarding membership imposed by settlers are some bullshit, and should be dropped into the sun with a bow tied ’round them.
I support charities which bring culturally appropriate Indigenous teachings about sexuality, gender and consent to Indigenous youth.
I SUPPORT THE ENTIRE DISMANTLING OF THE INDIAN ACT.
I would abolish the RCMP and put a stop to the (estimated) three billion dollars those fuckers check out of the government purse every year to have carte blanche to kill, rape, and beat Indigenous people IN A HEARTBEAT. We could promise the best education in the world to every Indigenous student in Canada (and the settler kids too sure) with that money, and the dent it would make in structural inequality couldn’t be measured.
I support abolition of the police and the end of incarceration except where a legitimate safety hazard (harm to self, harm to others, absence of self-care endangering life) exists and even then I dunno.
I do not idolize one particular nation over another. I am partial to certain aspects of Cree, Inuit, Mohawk, Haida, Blackfoot and Plateau artwork and traditions, but I don’t smudge my house or have a dream catcher or disrespect anyone’s regalia by touching or coveting it or stealing the design or mocking it or wearing it as a cheeseball Halloween costume.
I do not believe that if their lands were restored the first thing the Indigenous would do is kick me off. The cops, the bankers, the real estate agents, maybe, but as long as I upheld their rules, I doubt I’d be kicked off, and I’d go quietly if I was.
I follow Indigenous progress and revitalization in Canada, the US, Mexico, New Zealand, Australia and to a lesser extent Asia, Central and South America, and Africa.
That’s all I can think of for now. It isn’t much, but I’m tired of thinking I’m not doing enough so I thought I’d make a list.
Heard from Nadine, everyone’s fine but GAWD the devastation in Oregon is grim.
She’ll send me donation links when she gets a chance.