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!
Young men are all very well, but I prefer women my own age for conversation. Needless to say, my dinner with Katherine poured balm on my wounded soul. Since it was all informational gossip (as opposed to judgemental gossip, and yes, there is a distinct and important difference) about third parties, none of it can leach out onto the blog, but, wow, yeah. Fade into inarticulate gratitude.
And for visuals, this time lapse tour of the alps.
I went looking for a definition of the word valent, and got this uber-ripped male model instead. Thank you, internet!
about noon, when I’m feeling very sorry for myself, the phone rings, and Mike says, “Guess where I am?” and I say, “the beach” because that’s what I always say, and he says, “Nope, next best thing, get over here.” SO I WAS SUNBATHING on his balcony and drinking Winter Ale on December 1, and it re-set my little brain clock. That killed a few hours. Mike loved the new chill tune, so I played him the tune it was extracted from. I loves me that Kaossilator.
Home again around 5, called Katie, made her a nourishing dinner of pot roast, yams and broccoli with gravy, and then we went to the Roxy for Red City Breakout, as she has a planet sized crush on the entirely charming lead singer. Got home around midnight.
Complete with my sunburn. Me happy!