Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
It kicked ass. It is also rather a guilty pleasure. But really, worth seeing on the big screen.
Kat, Kashka and Katie, plus Paul and Keith, were here for supper. Barbecued chicken thighs, garlic bread, broccoli and scratchmade cheese sauce, potatoes or yams. Strawberry rhubarb pie for dessert. Katie and her housemates are playing on the Star Trek…. happy sigh.
Which encouraged my ancestors to leave France.
Another great episode. This one Eric is barely in, but it’s still good.
Jeff and I have a busy day planned, culminating in a barbecue for Katie and all the women she lives with. First, a trip shopping, then District 9 at Metrotown (it will likely be nuts), then the barbecue.
My efforts to keep hair out of Miss Margot’s digestive tract have not been entirely successful. She produced a tiny, ladylike little furball yesterday. Hopefully this will inspire me to brush her more often, although considering I’m brushing her at least twice a day, while she grouses and grumbles and tries to bite and wriggles like mad OR sits there purring like mad as if she’s glad I finally got round to it. Sometimes she asks to be be brushed – and still complains – and sometimes she runs away and wails. The other night she spent I don’t know exactly where, but when she returned in the morning she had half the undergrowth of Burnaby lovingly stowed in her belly fur. Normally I only brush her for about 2 minutes at a time, this time I locked the bathroom door and got really thorough. MASSES of fur and crap came out….
I compost everything I pull off her.
Finally saw Driving Miss Daisy. I liked it, but there were specifics about it I didn’t like all that much, like the soundtrack.