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!
Clipping along nicely, taking a little break but going right back to it. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Was pleased to hear that my practice session on Rowena this morning was pronounced pleasant by Jeff. I only mention it because I was thinking to myself as I got super-loud at one point that Jeff really does put up with a lot.
I did not squawk like a chicken, but I did play the “When I’m Dead” song.
Tried to drown Alex at Edmonds Rec Centre yesterday, fortunately I was not successful. I am COMPLETELY out of practice dealing with toddlers. He climbed into some water that was the right depth – and then jumped into deeper water from there; some pleasant strangers handed him back to me, and he was SMILING the little BUGGER as he sank beneath the surface.
Conflikt is over for this year. I am so glad I didn’t go. I am cocooning, and as long as I’m writing I don’t care if I’m being a lazy bum.
The ground is sodden, there’s so much rain nothing is draining. I should probably check local drains, City of Burnaby is asking residents to do that.