Month: January 2025

Productive day

We did a shop, and I ran three loads of laundry and dried and put it all away. I made a salad and watched some TV and got the newsletter away, and wrote a bit on my new fanfic. Spoke to Dave briefly on the phone; spoke to mOm briefly on the phone (she sounded SO happy, Barry and Cousin Alex were in the sunroom when I called!).

Tomorrow I hope to finish the embroidery on Alex’s apron, practice instruments, clean out the fridge and make some pork stir fry. We shall see!

People on bluesky ARE SO DISAPPOINTED that Snoop Dogg is performing at the inauguration. Shaking my fool head.

absolutely spent

Dropped Alex off…. came back home, then walked to the eye doc because I might get drops, but I didn’t, so I did about ten times as much walking as I’m used to.  BUT my eyes are in as good health as a prediabetic my age can expect – and my prescription has BARELY changed.

Picked up my prescriptions while I was out (cutting it fine as always, eyeroll) and confirmed that my local pharmacy will give me my flu and COVID shot, so I’ll probably do that tomorrow.

Right now I’m waiting for the landlady; rats peed and pooed in the insulation for the oven and THE STENCH OF BURNING RAT PEE fills the house while I’m trying to cook nommy food. I don’t care if we get something ugly as long as the burners and oven work.

Jeff and I are still hearing rats from time to time. GET ON IT BUSTER.

Suzanne and I are going to a place called Juke – they only serve gluten free fried chicken so Suzanne is TRES KEEN to go.

finest compliment

helluva start to today’s bout of consciousness; reading my mother’s email thanking me for writing ‘Sweep Off Those Waves’

 

‘What the characters said about how sixer and human brains operated – telling to me in my condition of ill-functioning brain.’

(Sixers don’t ‘have’ brains but thanks mOm)

also, crying now

also, her opinion means more than the world’s.

ermagerdke

Just blocked another GD bot on bluesky they are all

The muse walked up and punted me hard musta been Terpsichore doing a kick-turn of some vigour and this fell out I can hear a banjo a hi hat and bass drum and a stand up bass

I am not Dean Winchester

I don’t have a thing for brunettes

but then you’re not a person really

You are a bot-pretending to be——a brunette

Dean would kill you if he knew you were a bot

Dean Winchester kills monsters and a human you are not

kill the bot – kill the bot – kill the bot – kill the bot –

it’s a monster it’s a monster it’s a monster kill the bot

 

I am not Dean Winchester

I don’t get to die and come back

I put you down a dozen times a day and motherfucker

bot you come back

Season 10 Dean would just gank you like a djinn

but Dean is up in heaven where you bots just can’t get in

 

kill the bot – kill the bot – kill the bot – kill the bot –

it’s a monster it’s a monster it’s a monster kill the bot

bright blessings

So…. got to go to the gerontologist’s with Paul this morning first thing; then we came back here to trim his HEINOUS BLOODY TOES (I clipped him by accident and he would not stop bleeding which meant I nearly gave myself hysterics while Paul told me he could barely feel it) then I booked him an appointment with his GP EIGHT FUCKING WEEKS GOOD GOD WHAT IF IT WAS AN EMERGENCY and I emailed Lois his foot measurements and THEN we went back to the eldercare joint and I signed him back in and we had lunch.

The gerontologist said “It’s time to think about Plan B” ie what the family does when Paul can no longer live where he’s living. I’d say he’s got another year mebbe but the waiting periods are longer than that so the sisters will have to think on it.

I’m back home again. Normally talking about someone else’s mental state is rude, but I simply must share this masterful response to one of the interminable questions on the cognitive tests the administer every time he shows up.

Write a complete sentence.

This is what it was

 

Gotta ball

What a king, what an absolute unit Paul is.