Month: September 2021

rainy blowy weather

I think about getting up, but the house is freezing – we try to wait until the beginning of October to turn the furnace on, but if the wind keeps blowing as is, where is, I may cave earlier. So right now, tea is a hunnert miles away and I want some brung to me.

Last night there was one of those lovely overlaps… Jeff played a TikTok video of Ryan Reynolds and Will Ferrell singing the chorus of “Grace Kelly” by Mika in multipart harmony. And I said to Jeff, “Play Mika’s Grace Kelly, then you get some more context.” Ryan and Will were obviously having a blast dragging their singing voices out of the tickle trunk (Will has an eerie falsetto, quite nice but also WTF.) And Ryan made an uwu smile (more slang, means like when a cat smiles with their eyes closed, super cute) at the end that was so unforced I just wanted to pick him up and snuggle him and pat him. But that would be gross, good thing he’s such a good sport about his fans. He was fantastic in Free Guy, which is a very entertaining film.

I absolutely love Grace Kelly, and played it many dozens of times the year it came out. The kids exposed me to it of course… if it wasn’t for the kids I wouldn’t have new music like Billie Eilish in my life.

Suzanne will be cleaning today. I dreamed about the house being tidier last night. Smirk.

Speaking of smirks, Lee Pace’s (as Empire) smirk at Jared Harris (as Hari Seldon) in Foundation was epic. He’s a hateful character, and we’re supposed to hate him, and we do.

YET ANOTHER COLONIZER WANTS TO DO A CULTURAL COMPETENCE READ ON UPSUN. I’m about ready to slap a statue.

Kaossilator: L12, G10, 90 bpm, HeL, top C. Hold left thumb in bottom left corner while moving right index finger randomly through top right quadrant. Evokes the motion of butterflies.

day got better

I saw Tom who was resting comfortably and not interacting and Peggy who had a minute to talk

also my doctor and the RN

also ate in a restaurant but ate healthier

took a taxi both ways

got mistaken for a Mennonite

most of my blood numbers are improved

Spoke to Suzanne about her coming by later to clean tomorrow

shit now I have to go to the bank

I got rid of the medication I no longer require in a socially responsible way

Katie’s lasagne continues to be wonderful, but not for long.

knackered awready

It’s 8:30 in the morning and thanks to a fasting blood test which took an hour longer than expected I’m ravenous, exhausted, soaking wet and I’ve got two more appointments today when I really don’t want to leave the house.

I’d like to fire all the BC health people into the sun for not confirming a mask mandate for school aged children. Get fucked yall

somebody in Burnaby is 70M$ richer this morning and I didn’t buy a ticket….

and they all went away

amazing how when I put my picture up in the top left hand corner the hits drop away to nothing…. thanks I guess anonymous blog visitors! I have heard your unspoken words and will change it to something more appropriate.

Mike’s dinner migrated home with me and Jeff got some of that tuna, plus the brown rice with cilantro plus the green beans and red peppers, so it was very nice to share it.

Going to see Tom today if the fates are propitious. I may call Paul.

Jeff’s car comes home from the krankenhaus today. It’s been a while.

Today biscotti and brown bread.

Saw Tom today

He greeted me, and said a goodbye after my couple of hours by his bedside watching him breathe, (Peggy and Ben were there) but didn’t say much else. He’s essentially in palliative care. We’re all sad, but he’s getting the care he needs, very good care thank you very much, for the stage of life he’s in, and there are friends and family with him pretty much all day.

We must love each other while we can.

Drug interactions

I hate my ADD meds. I’d adjusted to everything else but it doesn’t seem to do anything except make my heart rate 20 bpm faster than normal, my head hurt and it hard to eat anything but yummy carbs …. without giving me any cognitive boost. I’m stopping, it just doesn’t seem to be worth it.

I keep trying to make biscotti for Peggy (Tom apparently can’t eat them) and I just can’t. I’ve learned that if I’m not baking them with love in my heart they don’t turn out properly, at least not to my standards, and I am really struggling with how I said I would do it and now I’m standing around like a fool waiting for a message of some sort or other.

The bright spot (apart from Jeff, the kids the parental units etc) is that I’m seeing Mike today; he and I are finally both well enough at the same time to get together. I can hardly wait to see what diabetes friendly delights he plans on whomping up for me. Last time I didn’t take any of my usual gear, but I’m definitely taking the laptop and the uke this time. I intend to play, “The Friend Who Gave Me This Ukelele” for him, I’ve been practicing.

 

swithering

Dishwasher is running thanks to me, tea is seeping thanks to Jeff, and I just realized that I didn’t get my goddamned bloodwork done because I was about to go in to Lifelabs and I got an email that Tom is sick and it literally (THANKS FOR NUTHIN ADD and also may I just mention that not getting a fucking email reminder of your pending requisition from the doctors office doesn’t exactly fucking help even if you don’t have ADD) knocked doing that out of my mind. So I must must do that today. Which means I have to walk over to 6th and 10th anyway, maybe I can mail the 9 page (large print) letter I wrote to Mary over the last week, and pick up a coffee for Jeff on the way back since he was hankering for one.

weather is frickin GLORIOUS  I mean seriously.

I have a list as long as my hair (which reminds me, I need to tie it up again or Jeff’s going to be spitting out my hairs reproachfully while watching tv as they drift over his face (sometimes he goes GAAAH and flaps his hands because it’s like having a spider web land on you and then OH THE REPROACHFUL LOOK)) and slightly more motivation than yesterday for attacking it. More laundry, working on Finale writing down songs and messing with the voicing, tidying up the music/guest room, working on a couple of new fanfics, responding to Tish’s letter, actually reading the rent increase notice and diarizing it. A small fraction of the goo sticking to me.

I have subscribed to the NYT for a year, it was 1/20th the normal price so I actually thought that was fair. Jeff, it was the article about Jared Harris that made me subscribe, I am such a celebri-fluffer.

Crows called for food this morning, but I put out sunflower seeds instead of roasted unsalted peanuts so they are sulking. (later, there they go again. It’s four-call, whoever she is)

Keith has apparently had an excellent visit with the grandparents in Victoria. I’ll be meeting up with Paul at some point today to walk and possibly visit Tom and exchange stuff, since items keep migrating between our two households.

Jeff’s car is still in the krankenhaus. The problem can’t be replicated, so we’re beginning to think it’s bad fuel.

I think I have blown through yet another set of orthotics, so that’s going on the list as well. NO DO NOT WANT. I mean I want comfy feet but I do not want to spend 400 dollars even if my fOlks are underwriting it with my remittance woman stipend.

ADD meds day two. I AM ITCHY. Is it allergies? is it medication? LOL who knows. Much imitating of the Archer character Woodhouse saying in his crackly voice, “It’s going to be an itchy weekend.”

I bought some Red Racer Street Legal Pilsner and IPA for Paul so I have something festive to drink while I’m over there. Got some for myself as well. It’s about the equivalent of a piece of bread, for carbs.

I now have a nightgown for every night of the week. And okay, enough potchkeying around on my blog, I have to go have a phlebotomist stab me, baby.

No difference

Took ADD meds this morning. I can’t feel any difference, honestly.

 

This is the busking info for New Westminster. Portions of it are unintentionally amusing. DO NOT BUSK MIT CHAINSAWS. DO NOT!

Canadian Blood Services is going to TERMINATE employees who do not get the COVID vaccine. I wish every health care organization and provider would follow suit.

Nobody wants to know

If you’re feeling low.

Unfortunately Peggy’s biscotti won’t bake ’emselves. I have other stuff to bake as well.

It’s a Wittgenstein kinda day: (and here’s me thinking this was Nietzsche

“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent”

Fortunately I have lots of friends and family to talk to… I’m low, but I’m not lonely.

NO just no please no

Tom visit, Tammy visit

I went to see two of my dearest friends yesterday, and the contrast could not be more stark if I was writing the world’s worst fiction.

Tom is surrounded by friends and family in hospital and dealing with a recent diagnosis of cancer. Paul and I both visited yesterday at Peggy’s urging, and I got a little conversation and a hand squeeze out of him, and consider myself fortunate. I never see him lying down; seeing him curled up on the transfer gurney, waiting to be taken downstairs for a procedure, wrung my heart; Tom will never be ‘little’ to me, he’s always been this crane-armed dude. The way age makes us shrink is quite the thing. But it is still grumpy, quick witted Tom that I visited, whatever my biased eyes are telling me.

Tammy on the other hand is staying in a heritage building Airbnb, walking distance from a cute new little restaurant called Side Hustle, and we ate and laughed and drank (the Red Racer dealcoholized beer ‘Street Legal’ is quite fantastic) and although we ate indoors the sun was blasting down through the windows and the breeze was coming in through every door, and it was absolutely delightful. She’s in such a good place in her life (pandemic aside, of course) and it was so good to see her.

Peter Julian

Peter Julian was standing at the south east corner of 10th and Canada Way as Jeff and I drove past at 8 am this morning on the way back from the grocery store, with a big sign saying thank you. He has served this riding and its predecessor riding since 2004, serving currently as NDP House Leader. He’s been called one of the hardest working politicians in Canada, he speaks French and English and gets by in ASL, he was born in the riding he serves, and he’s all round worth voting for.