Month: December 2021

nuts!

My Nut Hut order arrived; pecans for snacks, chocolate wafers for snacks, almonds for biscotti and 5 pounds sunflower seeds for the tweety birds.

It’s snowing, immense flakes, banging on down.

Asked Buster this morning. Brush? Treats? Door? Door it was.

Schlep this morning. Biggest ticket item was triple A batteries. Jeff stays back because there’s no reason to both go in. Wore my KN95 masks, as I do all the time now. As much as I love the SUPER COMFY triple layer kitty cat mask Jan Maxwell made for me (her xmas card turned up today as well) the epidemiology is pretty clear, the 95’s are better at keeping other people’s pathogens off you. Checked everything I picked up for sodium and man did I put a lot of shit back.

Black holes can make the suns orbiting them go 31 MILLION KPH. nnnnneeeeeeoOOWWWWW

Made mac and two cheeses with fried onions and capers yesterday… Paul came through and had a big bowl of it; he was dropping off his computer, which is illing, and we hung out and watched/listened to Tripping by Nils Frahm which is  something mOm and pOp’d like it.

Alexander’s computer has been paid for and shipping confirmation received. So exciting! I’ll be rounding up the usual suspects looking for a contribution but I won’t be pressing anyone until my credit card bill comes in.

The Saveon hasn’t had pot barley in stock since August and literally does not know when more will come in. I am aghast. I finally found a soup everybody loves and got no ingredients!

I spent two days in bed after getting the booster shot (same day as the flu shot so yes both arms hurt like hell, nothing today except a tiny ache on the Pfizer side) and finally feel like a human being again this morning. My digestion was SO BAD – I actually sent an email to mOm to complain about it, and apologized …and I was hardly eating. Honestly, I felt worse than I’ve done when I was running a temperature, all my long bone joints ached like I’d been beaten. On the plus side, my BP was 133 over 87 this morning and that’s literally the best it’s been in more than a year.

Jeff has completed his repairs of the downstairs terlet. Rejoice, rejoice!

I am getting super sweet comments on my last fic posted, which is giving me life. Apparently I manifested something that one of the fans has been wishing for for a decade, so that’s some serious fan service. mOm said she enjoyed it. I’ve stopped writing the really porny stuff and now it’s just angsty domestic schmoop.

The three stories I’m working on right now (settings: Denver Airport during a blizzard, BC Highway 3 just after the middle of November, a tourist town in Maine) ARE NOT BEHAVING, so I’m having to retrace my steps a lot.

Sadness and memory

I last saw Ville, Susanna and Jarmo’s son, on August 2. I gave him a slider I’d just ordered at Subway as soon as I saw him; he looked like he could use it. He looked a little underslept but otherwise fine. We had a family meal with Jarmo and Susanna and Mike, at Earl’s on Lougheed. We were laughing and talking and almost giddy with being out of the house and SOCIALIZING.

He’s passed away.

He was about the same age as my kids. He was good-looking and kind and musically gifted and smart.

The tainted drugs on our streets are killing people.

I’m meltingly sad for his parents, who must be in a terrible state.

whoo hoo

First ever Monster Jam Truck front flip
byu/cenabollywood insports

I want to punch every manager that told those amazon workers in KY to be at work during a known tornado.

RIP Mel Lastman, I’ll never forget him having what looked like drug ramped hysterics about a snowfall in Toronto. We were out of Toronto by then thank goodness.

Drone footage of what’s left of Mayfield KY

still haven’t put my laundry away

the siding is squeaking like a horror movie soundtrack in the 80 kph gusts and I briefly heard the white plastic chair dancing around on the deck

I’ve seen lovely pictures of possibly new species of peacock jumping spiders from Australia — OMG did you know they spin pup tents in inclement weather, — defended the virtue of someone I follow on the internet (then changed tactics and deleted it) but in general all the news is fucking grim and Julian Assange being shipped to the US is kinda the rancid maraschino on a news cycle that includes Mike Nesmith dying.

I suppose if we’re going to have an ‘orgy of death’ culture, which seems to be happening right before our eyes without so much as a by your leave or a shut uppa you face, I should mention that if you google Henry Kissinger tontine you will experience exactly what is advertised, and all I could think when I saw it was how much John Caspell would have loved that, and likely thrown in a few shekels.

Whenever my pOp querulously remarks to mOm ‘what on earth is she on about now’ I have to remember that I too hope to get older and I should maybe slow down. So, I will. From now on, I’ll write eight grade sentences and punk chew ate properly.

aw who am I kiddiddning

It’s my business to maintain a playful relationship with the language.

The floor

In my room….is visible.

I still need to rehang all my clothes, wash the seventeen billion socks that were liberated from being silverfish food and clear off the desk and chairs but it’s absolutely delightful knowing that I’m not going to trip over my IKEA bag full of laundry on the way to the john at night.

More kudos this morning. Completely ignorable babbling about fanfic follows: I’m almost at 6k words for the BC weather event fanfic; 21K for “Snow under Starlight” in which I try a pandemic fic that is turning into an adult version of the kids’ story ‘and then the doorbell rang’, and I’ve got a 3K fic about being stuck in an airport during a three day blizzard,

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Cleaning specialist day

Today, my room. This is big and emotional and horrific as an ADD sufferer but you know what, Suzanne doesn’t judge. I also have a Christmas Prezzy for her. And the toilet is out of the downstairs bathroom so she doesn’t have to do that room today.

Jeff says if it improves my mental health he’s all in favour of paying Suzanne to help me with it, once again confirming that he is a Very Good Person.

I’m not a hundred percent sure if the grisly business amidships is Metformin induced or I have a gut bug, but I am not leaving the house today.

Quick break while I empty dishwasher and swap laundry over…

Brekky was an almost salt free affair: steamed asparagus smothered in scrambled eggs, with a side of golden kiwi fruit and a reduced-salt fresh baked home made whole wheat bun. The asparagus was kinda off-flavoured but still edible and I *nailed* the scrambled eggs, perfect really.

850 words on the BC flooding fanfic – it’s really coming together nicely, and I walked back a scene that wasn’t working, so go me. THEY’RE ALONE IN A CAMPER VAN and the trope continues AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED. Didn’t think this through, did ya fellas.

I put in all the family names as prompts for the AI art thing and look what it made…. I mean it should be an UPSUN cover or something it’s so magnifisumpin.

Bargey McBargeface IS STILL RULING THE WAVES

Yes, they couldn’t refloat it. Don’t worry, climate change will fix it so it refloats soon enough, they’ll try again at the next ‘over 5 metres’ tide.

I think I’m going to make asparagus scrambled eggs this morning. Whether I have the urge to make whole wheat buns to go with brekky remains to be seen.

Absolutely lovely letter from Tish. We’re outlining our atrocious, funny and ordinary health problems to each other; how boring our letters will seem to other people if they’re ever amassed. At least we’re not discussing the state of our spouse’s bowels like a several generations back Uncle Jack used to do. God, how my mother did NOT enjoy transcribing his self-important screeds. And now I get to send Tish baby pictures.

Ryker farts like a grown man. I mean seriously pOp I have a mental image of your eyebrows climbing like a homesick angel if you ever heard him. He is a good feeder, if a little sleepy, and thanks to Katie’s research and buying an extremely expensive bottle for him, he doesn’t have nipple confusion even though he’s having overnights at his dad’s place already. (A three week old breastfed baby excuse me while my mind goes poooooof kabang.)

Paul came for lunch and to help me run errands (CBD gummies, misdirected mail to a neighbour, pickup my new prescription, more KN95 masks, buy 30 bucks of veg) and do a mall walk yesterday and the two of us had a lovely old screechy confab about the hell we went through (during our own childrearing with nipple confusion) when daycare started, and now the science has caught up, apparently.

Also, Katie’s supply is a testament to her Friesian ancestors (what do you mean her ancestors weren’t Friesian cows) ; I am encouraging her to donate since ample doesn’t even cover it. She’s considering it. I just love her so much right now & it was amazingly awesome to see her the other day.

BP markedly better. It’s still not great, but I’m in no danger of dropping dead.

 

 

Ninety-four

There’s Granny Rivett, possibly the sweetest person I will ever have known personally. I loved her so much and she was so unfailingly kind and practical; I could only wish to be more like her.

She’s been gone a while, but she isn’t gone when I use her silverware, serve Alex cocoa in one of her teacups, unjam my breadmaker with her gravy spoon…. she’s right there….

I have seen Ryker!

No pics, but I got to hold him and watch him eat and get changed (sort of the high points of his day anyway) and hear interesting things about how Ryker is a very different babby than Alex. He was eating well, and came into the house saying, “Murh!” which was interesting.

He’s a little sweetie, but his nights are still up and down…. he also seems to be having no difficulty going back and forth to his dad’s place, so he’s damned convenient in those terms. He’s not even having nipple confusion, so picture how happy I am that Katie doesn’t have to cope with that (like I did).

Anyway Katie says Paul and Keith are stepping up with respect to Alex, which is great, and they are very grateful that Ryker is a relatively quiet babby.