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!
You just can’t tell how much you’re going to love someone the first time you meet them. She was a remarkable person; funny, hospitable and a true lover of bassett hounds. When I want a laugh, I think of how, had she been spared, we would have argued for hours about what Peter Jackson got right and wrong with his LOTR movies. How I would love to sit across from her at Tak Sun – which is still open in London – one more time in the dim light, slurping back dim sum.
OMG my ontie Mary just sent me $25 in the mail to help defray my costs for sending her letters. SHE DEMANDS AT THE OUTSET THAT I AM TO ISSUE NEITHER COMPLAINT NOR DEMURRAL LA!
Someone should tell that rare and precious woman that she’s basically too good for me as a rellie and having said that I will top up the envelope supply; I’m fixed for stamps at the moment.
I wrote (on the keyboard set up downstairs) a tune after the style of Billie Eilish from three years ago. I may post it once there are lyrics.
I downloaded a spectactularly useful (to me) and clearly written work about anarchism entitled Fragments of an Anarchist Anthropology and have done up this quote:
Also, I made mac and two cheeses with basil and capers yesterday. Jeff devoured some of the salmon Mike cooked.
We watched the new Bond film, No Time to Die, which, from its Eilish opening song (the film has a cold open that lasts like 25 minutes before you get it) to its final frame is actually very good (with plot holes, I don’t think the Broccoli enterprise does anything else).
Katie came over and we had a nice conversation about the computer she and I are going to subsidize so Alex has a gaming machine.
I have almost two hundred hits on my most recently posted fanfic and one incredibly sweet comment. I have a couple more planned and three more almost finished.
Yay! went for a walk in the Byrne creek parks yesterday with Mike.
Boo! nearly passed out from the effort of staggering up the hill back to his place.
Nets out as: No benches or places to sit, no walkies; do not leave house without cane. (I can’t FIND the one Mike bought me and I bought a new folding one.) I told Mike that if I had known I was going to be so out of gas I would not have suggested the walk, but we GOT OUT OF HIS APARTMENT.
Yay! got to watch the weird weather from the Aerie!
Boo! the fucking elevator was crapped out when I left yesterday!
Yay! I was well enough to walk down 13 flights of stairs!
BOOO my legs shook for half a fucking hour after I got home.
YAY! JEFF filled in the edges of the jigsaw puzzle I got last week while I was away (He needed things to do while BC Hydro turned the power off.) The rest of the puzzle will be even harder now but at least I have the edge.
YAY! I have ART for struggling Great Grandparents who have insufficiency of AMONG US FAN ART DRAWN BY A SEVEN YEAR OLD in their lives and on their fridge.
I have been looking for a substitute for Red Deer Lodge in my life and I thought I might have located one. It’s about 3 hours with the ferry to get there. Then I realized they only book through Airbnb and I said fuck it, I want to stay somewhere that isn’t ruining rental housing and messing up the economy.
I have learned that early in the new year there will be a proper bus from the Carvolth Station to Chilliwack, which means I don’t need to drive to the ‘wack to see Jarmo and Susana!
I think I’ve posted this meme about reincarnation before…. in a previous life perhaps??
What seemed like the slow, miserable and inevitable termination of Mike’s employment as he worked like hell to render himself terminatable (I can’t go into any more details about that but let’s just say he’s got 3.5 additional weeks of vacation to use before the end of the year) has now vanished in the face of two salient facts; the person who was supposed to replace him quit within days of starting (how I howled with laughter when Mike told me that) and the new capi di tutti capi is American, not European. Anyway, the unemployment that was hanging over his head is gone, and now he can just worry about overwork.
Rewatched Dune.
Lunch yesterday was sous vide ginger chicken over arugula. I GOT FED yall.
Managed to completely avoid the scheduled power outage today from BC Hydro by staying at Mike’s go me.
the wind was just HOWLING yesterday and we’re apparently going to get 110 kph gusts today… the wind came so hard again Mike’s SW facing windows I thought it was hail
there was a fucking WATERSPOUT recorded offa YVR yesterday and translink says it will be days before all the fallen trees at UBC are removed so there was really localized meteorological mayhem yesterday
welcome to your new age weather
salmon, shiitake mushrooms, gai lan and spaghetti squash with lemon and garlic for supper DAMN IT WUZ GOOD prior to that yummy veggie snacks with hummus and salsa and the best damn corn chips I ever ate. (Fresh is Best brand)
Peggy said the other day that she doesn’t have a dress suitable for her husband’s funeral and she and I may go off to Village de Valeur to acquire one after she consults with her fashion guru. She didn’t know about the big store on Annacis Island.
He got KD for lunch (Gruncle Jeff finished leftovers) and his mother had a very nice child free girls evening and in about two hours Mike’s coming by so I am having a jam packed le weekend!!!
He’s watching playthrough videos of Poppy Playtime. DO NOT HUG HUGGY WUGGY. That’s really the only thing you need to know about this indie horror game.
We’re about to go for a walk to Timmy Hos. Hopefully it’s still not raining.
I wrote 1000 words on my fanfic this morning. He’s lying next to me playing on his screen and I’m playing on mine.
He drew a bunch of Among Us pictures yesterday. They are quite good.
So I will be very exhausted tomorrow. I have obtained additional children’s art supplies, cleaned myself and I’m thinking of baking cookies. Or maybe cheese scones. I think cheese scones.
and in late breaking news, I’m off to visit Mike tomorrow.
currently writing a fanfic in which a rejected potential mate moves in with the person who rejected him (for silly and complicated reasons that do not bear close examination). There is no such thing as consent in this part of the universe. An all male spa day features heavily.
for breakfast; simple and fast to prepare, plain – no hotsauce, like proper WASPs
I am having another low energy day but I am enjoying it instead of worrying about. Why, I may have a bath after my nap!
I had Paul over for lunch after twice around the schoolyard. We had split pea soup and shirazi salad.
Other than running the dishwasher and napping twice since I woke up I have been remarkably slothlike. Glad I got out of the house for a walk. Also, today was the first day I wore my winter coat.
An enormous, brilliant, horizon-to-horizon double rainbow appeared at sunset, visible from almost every corner of the city, photographed many times and posted to reddit if anyone wants pics.
As the end of a day that’s a festival of light, I approve.
Jeff found the last of the whipped cream to go with Peggy’s lemming pie.
After she dropped off pie the soup I had recently started was finally done. I kind of ignored the recipe on the package so it was basically a pound of split peas (rinsed many many times), half an onion (the other half of the onion that went into the salad so I felt all housewifely thrifty cuz the onion half didn’t languish for two weeks in the fridge before dying), about ten thin slices of double smoked pork loin cut fine, two teaspoons of bouillon paste, and ten cups of water. Plain af but Jeff pronounced it exactly what he needed so that was pleasant. I may have it for breakfast.
I wonder if Jeff ate both pieces of pie.
They look so much alike, it’s just delightful. More of someone I love!!! Her name’s Sally, I thought it was Sandy, I just gapped it I was so overwhelmed.
Anyway, we exchanged food and a very brief hug. She brought lemming pie, and I gave her salad. In a nice container. I am going to read the poem I wrote for Tom when he was in hospital at his memorial service and I am going to do my best. Now to look up the song “You’d better get it while you can,” by Steve Goodman, because apparently I get to play that for the recessional if I can learn it fast enough and no one else bothers.
10 minutes later… It’s fucking long, y’all. I’m escairt to talk to Paul about it. I mean Katie’s about to have a baby but it’s better to practice at his place because it’s a concrete building but anyway…. I should probably check with Katie before I even broach the subject with Paul. No strategy but more tactics than Satan, that’s me.
