snaks all day

Today is Jeff’s birthday, and he’s getting IHOP for brekky and a custom milkshake for an after dinner treat and SNAKS Aw DAE as I intend to take him to save-on to buy cheesies immediately after brekky, and maybe pocky and other noms.

We went to the new weed store in New West – the one on Ewen. I don’t tell adults how to behave but seeing two Black women without masks in there made my blood run cold. One of the packages we were sold was stoner proof. If Jeff and I had thought to make an unboxing video we could retire, because that shit was funny.

Buster, after days of not wanting to train, was a hundred percent the last couple of days ‘YES I WILL TRAIN, BRING HITHER THE SNAKS AND I SHALL JUMP AND LEAP ETC’ so I guess when determining Buster’s mental state that’s something I should include, if he’s a bit off colour.

We’ve had the AC cranked as hard as it will go, and opened the doors as little as possible, so it’s quite pleasant in the house even in the hottest part of the day.

a woman of colour in science

I read this letter and it’s heartbreaking and ENRAGING.

Good day yesterday; I feel a lot calmer. I still get a giggle every time I think of Keith’s tandem jump video.

Wrote a couple hundred words of fanfic yesterday. I’m turning one of the tropes of conventional heteronormative romance “I’m saving it for my husband” on its head for this outing.

The things I’m doing most these days are going for walks with Paul, restraining the desire to eat in a restaurant like a civilized human being, and laying around feeling sorry for myself. Also, practicing an instrumental opening for “Gelis and Nicholas”. I mean I’m spending almost an hour a day on it, and it’s not that great but getting better; Tammy said she wanted a copy.

Wednesday I’m floating

It is possible I’m working on a new song. It’s sometimes hard to tell. Otto is the enabler this time.

Made three pots of tea this morning; two for iced tea and one for the morning cuppa.

Talked to Mike on Skype last night HE WAS EATING, the BUM, and I got so hungry, watching him.

Went for a brief walk with Paul yesterday then hung out with him for a while on the deck.

Buster has been very lazy; he has no inclination to train these days, he just wants scritches.

drippy day

I didn’t get to see Comet NEOWISE although I looked to westward at sunset. I imagine it was too close to the horizon.

I had a long phone conversation with Keith yesterday that left me pretty messed up and here’s where it gets weird; Katie got the message on the wind at around 2:30 that I was feeling bad and she came straight here from work and yup, I was messed up. I cried for about half an hour after she got here, which everyone knows I don’t do (had a headache for the rest of the day, how delightful) but anyway I got a very solid emotional shot in the arm from Katie who was helpful without being overwhelming. Anyway the crying is not the only drippy part; it was a jeezly hot day in Burnaby yesterday, we had to turn the air conditioner on and even so I spent a lot of yesterday sweating.

With respect to Keith, it’s all stuff shaking out of the fact that I wasn’t a perfect parent. I could complain in public about it all but it would be special pleading and weak sauce and kinda rude to Keith, so no.

This is a simply amazing article about a life in academia. EVERY PROBLEM IN ACADEMIA THAT I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO FOLKS COMPLAIN ABOUT FOR 8 YEARS ON TWITTER IS ADDRESSED AND hoo boy.

Katie has a week off from being a fulltime caregiving parent because Alex and his pops are going camping. I hope Alex has a lovely time, although how he’s going to cope with a week away from Minecraft I have no idea.

I TALKED TO MIKE ON SKYPE LAST NIGHT and it was lovely. He figured out how to get skype to run through a digital camera which is weird.

Not much writing. I feel stagnant and brackish.

Poem July 18 2020 “Winners”

The eavesdrip of his wrath is death,
and daily death, and unlike the last, best
holocaust, it flails like laundry under
global scrutiny.

Where science and civics are firm friends,
survivability blooms; then dies in a bucket
overwatered
by arrogance and greed and sloth
seen as shadows on a screen
eating the burning bones of the end of the world.

Into my housebound day, a short walk.
I’m wearing a mask, because I’m
contagious
daily.
Human contact doesn’t happen.
The gap is observed.
We make two circuits of the local schoolyard
and sit it in the shade.
I nag him.
I don’t fully grasp the semblably saurian
reflex of it, a chicken pecking,
even I can see it, and I do it anyway.

This crisis won’t be dead until we are
and we won’t die as winners.

Family visit

Katie, sans Alex as he is with his father, is in Victoria with the grands. Paul is out of quarantine which effectively was the kids telling him he couldn’t live with them for fourteen days if he was going to the US for visits. He’s doing quite well, we went for a socially distant walk yesterday; I’m not wearing shields any more, I’m back to face masks.

After weeks of people wearing masks, Paul and I were the only people walking around in the 12th Avenue School park wearing face protection yesterday.

Bill Nye

Oh Jeff, I heard people banging metal super hard on the roof of the Catholic High School while we were walking around yesterday… maybe they’re fixing the THEM! ant noise coming from the roof of the school.

IT’S A STRIDULATING SOUND OF GREAT EAR PENETRATION so we’ll be glad when they fix it.

Statue of a Selkie from the Faroe Islands