Month: October 2021

Letter to Mary stamped and addressed

I added my Disney Princess anecdote to the end of it by hand.

Five loads of laundry done yesterday, SO MUCH and now PUT AWAYING is in that perpetually stalled AfDD place.

Worked quite hard this morning on editing Best Roommate in the World in preparation for finishing it. Pretty much finished editing section 1 (of 5).

Denis Villeneuve’s Dune is fantastic. I very much enjoyed it and Jeff said it actually makes sense, unlike the previous outing.

Phở and the Disney Princess

Paul and I were walking in the Foreshore Park and out by the place we normally turn and come back I noted that we were surrounded by very noisy and active chickadees. They divebombed Paul and I laughed at him and said, “Time for your Disney Princess moment.”

I slowly extended my left index finger and a chickadee landed on it. Then another chickadee booted the first one off in a flurry of wings and chitters. Then I apologized for not having food. They followed us for about half a k, the lil devils.

I asked Paul to take me to Phở afterward and he did (I offered to pay but he declined.)

He and Janice have broken up. He’s very unhappy but quite understandably not willing to talk about it except in very general terms. He’s dating someone in Gibson’s now and I said if he’s going up there to let me know, I wouldn’t mind meeting up with Laurel.

Fish and chips for dinner

Not exactly a diabetes friendly meal but I am uncaring at the moment.

Conservatives got stomped hard in the AB election. Yay I guess.

Much laundry is being done. I have taken my Metformin and brushed my teeth, and the world seems to be flinging itself round on its axis as normal.

Update on the fucking asshole naturopath who’s endangering children. And for when the article disappears, a quote.

Bethany Lindsay · CBC News · Posted: Oct 19, 2021 4:00 AM PT

Jason Klop is fighting an order from the College of Naturopathic Physicians of B.C. to stop producing fecal microbiota transplants (FMT) at a facility in the Fraser Valley for use on autistic children at a clinic in Mexico.

He filed a petition in B.C. Supreme Court last month, alleging the college doesn’t have the power to stop him. The college has now disputed that in a legal response.

The college’s response provides new details about a complaint from a former employee that led to this action, saying the alleged whistleblower reached out in April using the pseudonym “Molly Rylene” to express her concerns.

The former employee “alleged the stool donors for the FMT materials being produced at the petitioner’s laboratory were the petitioner’s nephews who ‘bring their stool down to the basement and someone down there freeze dries it and makes it into capsules,’ ” the Oct. 12 court document reads.

“She alleged the ‘household lab’ had no quality assurance or quality control measures and there was no analysis conducted of what was contained in the FMT materials being produced.”

still feeling sleepy

but also a good deal more cheerful, and I have no idea why, given that nothing much has changed. I wrote another letter to aunt Mary. I made coffee and a hearty healthy breakfast of Holy Crap cereal with Greek yogurt and a smidge of maple syrup. I have a couple of phone calls to make and of course there are always things to clean and put away….

Colin Powell, noted warmonger and war criminal, died today of complications from COVID. He was already immunocompromised, so Republican polices enabled his death.

Slept most of the day

The atmospheric river pouring down on our heads is quite something. The weather warning expires just after dawn.

I don’t know exactly what’s going on with me, I’ve been feeling quite sluggish. I’d better get my shit together or I won’t be hosting any grandbabies next weekend. It’s possible I’ve picked up another small cold.

Much thanks for Jeff getting pizza last night.

I’ve learned that a friend’s cancer has recurred and my thoughts go out to them very often. They aren’t likely to die of it but it’s still nervewracking for them, and treatment will leave them immunosuppressed during a pandemic.

I am currently planning to get a flu shot sometime in the next little while.

(about an hour later)
The weather is severe enough for a warning, and Jeff got an advisory of his own this morning when he found something that looked like a small piece of poop on his mouse pad —— and it was a SLUG which Buster had transferred from his fur to Jeff’s mouse pad. As a sign for how dreffle wet it is out there it’s quite amusing. Jeff, beaming, displayed it to me and then released it back into the Stygian tempest from which it emerged.

so late with the post today

I may or may not (by which I mean we, since Jeff is involved as well) get Alex for a sleepover next weekend.
Planning has commenced.

I am more content with the world than I have been. I am working on getting better quality food into me, being much more strict about medication timing and eating with meds, and trying not to explode with anger or despair when I see something that displeases me. BURRITOS ARE MY FRIEND.

Suzanne was here!

Bathrooms are shiny again!

I decided yesterday was THE CARB BLOWOUT BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE RANCID POMACE (PRONOUNCED POMICE).

I ATE half a chocolate bar and entire pack of scottish shortbread and half a box of cookies.

I also ate a very healthy refried bean burrito. I may reprise supper, with eggs.

I should feel like crap today having eaten like a galoot, but in fact I do not and I feel awesome.

However better food choices today.

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Poor Keith has had his first migraine. His migraines are pure pain that drugs don’t touch and light sensitivity – the classic. Not like me and my personality changes and auditory hallucinations!!!

Katie is very tired of being pregnant, but very much enjoying only having one child… so that’s fun.

Paul is about the same as always, but he’s seeing a therapist, which is great, because couples therapy was always super gross.

I still feel massively stuck and unreplenished, which is stupid, because I had a very good time last night in a painful way (we were talking about therapy, anger, parental and childhood experiences, and it got…. well how do you think discussions like this go? except we all stayed civil.) I cried of course but it wasn’t in response to anything the kids said, I just burst into tears describing the worst moment of my childhood. And I kept trying to stifle the tears and finally I grunted I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M STILL MAD ABOUT THIS.

Since mOm and pOp will be reading this with horror, it’s about the move to London, which (for an autie kid with trouble making friends meant that the entire cohort of public school kids I was supposed to go to high school with VANISHED and I walked alone at the age of 11 into a 2000 student high school although I never was schooled in a portable thank the living Christ) seriously messed me up for years. I am over it, but we were talking about childhood, and with Tom being so recently passed away I’m four seconds from tears at the best of times. I mean, normally I look at it from the parents’ perspective “EH wot can you DO ?” but this time I reexperienced it from my childish perspective and WHOOPPPPSy

Alex was playing in his room the whole time.

Jeff is SO GLAD he didn’t go for supper, although let me tell you brO Keith put on a helluva feast and there was PIE not PUMPKIN afterward.

Then I came home and practised for a while and started hacking around on a song.

Didn’t mean well
when I said those things
I’ve got a talent
for making sure it stings
It’s no cause for pride
I say sorry a lot
sometimes it seems
Spite is all that I’ve got

 

No Mike

Mike was sick. He never leaves his apartment, or so rarely that it’s like never, so he must have caught the ‘lurgy in the elevator. Not COVID symptoms.

Today I get my massage table back. It was on long term loan to someone from church. Yes, I know, stuff coming back in is WRONG but it’s going to end up at Caspell Junction since there’s more humans who need it there, so it’s going back out again.

Unless Jeff says different, we’re not handing out candy this Halloween. Diabetics shouldn’t buy candy, it’s just…. too extra.

@GrievingOgre on twitter if anyone cares.

Big slug of Indian food for breakfast, and I made coffee in our brand new french press.

 

muuuuuch better tks

A lovely woman named Tania, stepmom to a  plus sized 16 year old, just came to my door to fetch all my halloween costumes and cosplay stuff. It made a big bag and I hope the girl has a great time with it all.

an updated version of the craigslist FREE SHIT  ad:

I’m old and I’m dejunking. I’ll never wear this stuff again and I want a younger plus sized woman to have these and my family and friends aren’t very halloweenie. Please email me back and tell me why you want these awesome costume components between now and 8 pm Sunday the 10th October, and you may be the proud new owner of:

Blood red lab coat (originally men’s sizing I believe, it’s chonky)

a ‘peaceful villager’ costume from Stargate Atlantis picked up when the costume house on Boundary closed (unfortunately the tag fell off so I can’t prove it)

Pigskin suede pants, zipper closing, lined (these are worn and likely need drycleaning, size 16)

a Victorian style long beige skirt with elastic waist made by a local costumer, some wear

a dark green underbust corset with green ribbons made by a local costumer

brightly coloured pantyhose including tie dye

2 leis

a jingly scarf for belly dancing

a black and silver belt

BONUS HELLO KITTY BAG – how she will squeal when she sees it.

2 forearm cuffs in dark brown figured leather with red ribbons

an 18th century style men’s costume house jacket in red and black, very suitable for vampire costuming

a very sparkly MC/toastmistress style jacket in black velvet

Black mask

black lace fan

dark blue knee length hooded wool cloak with ribbon closure, made by a BC costumer, absolutely gorgeous but… moth holes. Patch or embroidery mending with flowers would be cute. People get the hell out of your way when you wear this.

special non clothing bonus – 3 sheets of Buffy the Vampire Slayer character stickers from 2003, postage stamp size

I’m 200 pounds and all of this fits me except the pants. No picking and choosing, take it all please. I don’t have a cell phone or a camera at the moment so sorry there’s no pics. Pick up at my place or I can drop it off if you’re close to Edmonds. Be creative with your response — I will enjoy it! Broke ass cosplayers represent!

 

and now it’s gone

 

And I have fulfilled my “bag or box a week outta my house to better digs” tickbox.