I have started making lists again vs. the overwhelm.
Wrote some on both projects this morning.
This made me laugh very very hard. It’s a combination of the clothing and the locomotion.
Slept at least a couple of hours in the cpap machine last night. I don’t remember waking up and tearing it off, but I did.
Today, more laundry. Really what I should do is get rid, mercilessly, of every piece of clothing that is too tight or ugly or stained, but I get super attached to clothing.
I show the shop again today at noon. Heavy sigh. At least the last time I went in I got rid of the last of the stuff that was going bad (I hadn’t been able to see it, unfortunately, and this last time I crawled around on my hands and knees until I saw it, removed it, bleaugh). So it will smell a lot more like a restaurant thankfully. (Added later… another person wants to see it.)
I think in about two weeks I may be able to handle a tray of cookies, so if I don’t sell it, I will be going back to work.
I forgot my physio appointment yesterday – how, I have no idea. However I get another on Friday. I am getting stronger, but sometimes things ‘catch’ and it hurts A LOT. There’s a huge divot in my shoulder where all the muscle attachments fell away. Or whatever, I am not one hundred percent sure about what is going on except I sheared off my greater tuberosity. I have to check on my next doctor appointment, I sure don’t want to miss that.
I am reading Thomas King’s The Inconvenient Indian and it’s making me REALLY REALLY MAD about policy toward native people in Canada (and in the US, because like most First Nations people he considers the border a willful chimera, and so deals with both nations). I mean foaming at the mouth mad. His metaphor to deal with the constant refrain of ‘get over it’ is miraculous, and I will be using it whenever I talk about intersectionality and civil rights in future. He also makes mincemeat of the whole sad and tired trope I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS RACIST STUFF AND I’M NOT RACIST SO QUIT CALLING ME ONE. It’s certainly not an academic work, but there’s plenty of followup reading. I had NO FRICKING IDEA that there were first nations film documentarians (including a woman??!!) in the 20’s in the US, whose work of course is so far out in the margins I’ll be lucky to ever see it. We get Nanook of the North instead. Tanks Mr. Flaherty.
I am going to – definitely! – read more Will Rogers.
