delightful

after a somewhat jostled trip downtown (travelling during rush hour being a real commitment for me these days) I joined Tammy for a lovely meal at Homer and then a wonderful walking tour of “Forbidden Vancouver” which Tammy also underwrote. I took the stool so I could sit down whenever; Tammy used it as well.

Nothing like standing at the epicentre of a race riot to help you get a grip on things.

After we hung out and I looked at pics of her vacays to places like New Orleans at Christmas (lovely light displays at night) and Fiji – my god, the guest house was set in a spectacular garden – and Sydney.

Then I went home, took a taxi from Edmonds.

And, apart from Jeff accompanying me on food to D Roti Shak, which supplied all of our meals yesterday, and a couple of shows I SLEPT ALL DAY YESTERDAY.

Katie’s here! Brekky time

 

Later – life sucks but I have friends and furthermore leftovers

In keeping with the Victorians

…. who, for the most part, did not take photographs 18/7, I shall attempt to keep a written record of yesterday.

After a morning during which I sacrificially avoided vaping, and turned my room from a tip to a tip that’s been through a willy-willy as my brother will attest, a willy-willy that FORTUNATELY did not reach all the way downstairs to the dead bird that is quite literally stinking up the joint – I have removed dead things before but I’m already doing cat chores and I BALK I just do – I made phone calls for the unfound T4s, kicked myself for not loading up my compass card (bus pass) when I had the chance, I walked to the 123, which went by in front of my face, so I spun on my heel to the obvious bug-eyed unhappiness of the Chinese assassin lady gardening in her back yard in a mask, Jacquie Kennedy sunglasses and a hat of such dimensional strength as to encourage the pitching of a Patagonia tent upon it, and proceeded to the 112, during which walk I got to watch in all of nature’s panoply the spectacle of two crows killing a fledgling starling while it protested loudly and vigorously and to mine ear quite angrily, with its mother in full cry upon the telephone wire above, until it was no longer making any noise, although its mother continued in the screeching obsequies marking her offspring’s death, which, given my parlous mental state, I took to be a terrible, terrible daysign regarding my visit with Tammy, which I was proceeding downtown to effect.

TLDR; felt like shit, the commute downtown was a blunt punt even before I got on the fucking bus.

While on the bus I was once again entertained by the kindness of bus drivers – although the first one I ever encountered in Vancouver was a shithead, most of them I’ve encountered since have been observant, fit for their jobs, and either good humoured or so conducting themselves in the course of their employment that their mood was of no relevance to me.

I proceeded downtown without incident although I briefly had to stand on the Waterfront train, which made me tired, and then some pert little madam tried to sit down on a seat I was about to occupy. I looked at her and said, “Do you really need to sit? I would be happy to stand,” because it was the first thing out of my mouth (literally, I did not consider my words before I spoke) and I have no idea how sarcastic I sounded but her lips compressed and she assured me she was fine. Let it be noted I could be her fucking grandmother and I have long.grey.hair, and that I don’t speak Punjabi but I think both her companions briefly roasted her piglet ways immediately after this encounter, which I did my best not to overtly enjoy.

In such fashion I proceeded through all of the stations until Granville was reached. As is inevitably the case they’ve IMPROVED (seriously what the fuck, people) the Granville station so that you are now herded through a completely different pathway so I was pummelled and pitched forward by the crowd through a hallway NARROWER than the previous one…. yes, you heard me. I wasn’t even there at rush hour, but nevertheless it was completely fucked, but I did note the Timmy Ho’s for the return trip.

I waited, wandering about since I wasn’t fit to stand, while a Franco-something-or-other diasporatic Black man DRONED ON BOUT JESUS calice tabernac. I wished to silence him and instead turned my attention to how he was like the rest of us a poor crathur making his way and at least he wasn’t hurting my ears with the volume; he wasn’t blowing cigarette smoke in my face; he had rights, which he was using, rather more than I was at the moment; eventually the fucking #50 bus would come, which it did.

To the obvious horror of my travelling companions, I expatiated upon the most remarkable wildlife scene I have witnessed during my sojourn in Vancouver, which occurred some years ago, and consisted of fifteen rats of various sizes feeding in the open in daylight in the park immediately adjacent to the south west end of the Granville Bridge. Noting their horror, I allowed the American tourists to take over the conversation long enough to be prevented from getting off at the wrong stop by a fine young fat gentleman in rather chic clothing.

Having received Tammy’s mom’s incredibly good directions, I walked with confidence to my destination and achieved it.

After a sit down and convo we proceeded from the condo to our visit to Granville Island, where we acquired tomatoes for Tammy’s supper and ate at Bridges. It was nourishing, delicious, gave me no enteric regrets, and I didn’t pay. We could have eaten outside but enough of my foolishness regarding the sun has eroded that I thanked Tammy profusely for choosing indoors; I am lightly pink today and I didn’t need more.

We had a lovely long convo about lots of things, mostly stuff we’ve learned the hard way, and I bought a wedding present for a wedding I learned about yesterday that will be in less than two weeks and a pOp’s day gift which is so entirely pointless and useless that I think he will love it. Picture how I went into the children’s market at Granville looking for stuff for Alex (none of which his mamabear would have appreciated me buying) and emerged with shit for adults instead. I TRIED THEM ON, okay, I’m not stupid.

Today we’re going out for dinner, possibly at some joint on Homer, and then going for a walking tour. This is a big deal; she has a new knee and SHE CAN WALK seriously folks physio is important and Tammy made the commitment and she’s fine on her pins. Also, and I should have told her, her outfit was gorgeous; subtle, comfy and very nice detailing.

Had a visit with her mom after we got back around 3:30 and then left since I didn’t want the commute back to be too horrific. Pell mell through the station, held up at Timmy’s THANK GOD THERE WAS A WASHROOM, bought treats for us. Commute was shaping up to be a white-gloved stuffing standing nightmare. And then a Black guy in his mid twenties looked at me and saw how tired I was and gave up his seat and I’m a goddamned atheist but after thanking him most sincerely I prayed for the next three minutes for that guy. I prayed all the crazy (problematic) stuff in my head “May your hair remain lush and you never go bald. May your parents or guardians be blessed every day with the knowledge of what a good kid you are. May you never break any bones—” you know, crazy (problematic) random shit.  I pushed good feelings out into the universe for him, and watched as some asshole stepped on his foot on the way out the door.

Took a cab from Edmonds because I was burnt fucking toast at that point and said, as I got in, I just want you to know I think Uber and Lyft are the very devil and he began, calmly, to enumerate the ways in which the travelling public would be poorly served by Uber and Lyft coming to Vancouver. Cabs are cleaned once a day. That was the first thing he said, and I just went…. oh. Then he talked about the insurance situation. That was interesting. Well, I hope the next time people I love take an Uber there are no insurance consequences. Cause that would suck.

No pictures. I really don’t mind. I have a clear picture of Tammy with a glass of rosé and a cheerful smile as we tucked into our seafood.

thangs my mOm taught me

momsday 2019

Keith got a haircut, he looks like a movie star now. SRSLY. I am thrilled past words. He came over yestreen to catch up on Game of Thrones.

He and Katie bought me a weighted blanket for momsday and I’m thrilled about that toooo – it hasn’t arrived yet but everything takes longer in Canada.

Thinking of trying to talk Jeff into taking me out for a doughnut breakfast.

 

730 words yesterday on fanfic

Get enough sleep and it’s amazing

I am well rested, and in an hour or so will be off to the brekky place with Katie and possibly brO.

Mike’s at Trent’s ManCave™ finishing off the Mustang so he can get it back on the road. I was hoping to see him tomorrow but scuffed knuckles come first. He told me he bought a looper and now I’m mad chuffed to see it. His forearms were so sore they were in spasm the last time I saw him, poor guy.

Started watching the UK show Coroner, really liking it! the coroner/cop investigative team is very well done.

Some woman on reddit wants to know Am I The Asshole for breaking up with a man who admitted he had sex with sheep. My comment : How do you explain to a man with that kind of interior landscape that the real issue is not that he 3x interfered w/ sheep, (although “pick a gif for squick”), but that he doesn’t seem to understand the concept of informed consent, which would make any real life they had a mess.

If he was serious about never doing it again he shoulda kept his muttonhole shut.

I will try to work on Cuffs some more today but I need some kind of narrative hook that doesn’t involved 7 point fucking three billion dollars in money laundering. The fact that my novel has now collided with reality is fucking me up.

Was looking for a weapon from my Scythian heritage (the first blue eyed red heads!!!) and found this tasty store.

4800 words in one day

Which I can’t share, heavy sigh, although parts of it are quite hilarious.

Supposedly going to Victoria this weekend, I just… don’t want to move. Plus those fuckers at BC Ferries messed up the strakes on one of the Spirit class vessels and so the entire Van-Vic run is screwed up.

The scotch broom is blooming so my eyes are a scratchy mess of goo and debris.

I am not all right. I made the mistake of looking at job ads, and I can’t stop crying. Or maybe that’s my body trying to get the allergens out.

  1. I already applied to this job. They are going through candidates really fast. I don’t want to work there.
  2. I was going to apply to this job but they put something in the ad to make it obvious they want an attractive woman under 30.
  3. I was going to apply to this job but they said, “we treat people like family” and that’s FUCKING HORRIBLE under capitalism, financial and emotional exploitation no thanks
  4. This company is a known scam, I don’t even have to look it up.
  5. This company wants to pay the minimum wage to someone with 10 years’ experience.

I could go on.

But I won’t. I hate the fucking world right now, and it’s indifferent right back.

Rough couple of days

I gave blood on Saturday, forgot twice so far this week to take my vitamins, and have up until this morning felt like hammered shit, thanks for asking.

I’ve written 3k words of fanfic since 230 this morning and I wish I could share the title, since it’s the best one I’ve ever come up with in the entire time I’ve been writing.

Jeff is helping me with my taxes, for which I offer public thanks and immense private relief.

Now, laundry. My gumption machine has been broken, but I think I can actually get up and move now.

 

Nope.

Just rewatched season one episode one of Get Smart

In the first 2:15 was more laugh out loud humour than I am used to in comedy shoes. Shows. I meant to type shows.

Singing with friends

We were all a bit late getting started; the housefilk ran from 8:30 to 12:00 with, for some part of the evening Katie and Alex, Peggy and Tom of course as hosts, Cindy, Tish, Terry, Paul and Mike.

We sang That Godforsaken Hellhole I Call Home, Death to Hamsters, lord above kept track of how many JoCo songs, the Steve Mac filk national anthem, ABSOLUTELY NO FISH, Never Set the Cat on Fire, Lady of Komarr, Dishing with Joyce, It Takes a Lot to Laugh (it takes a train to cry), Willie’s Diamond Joe, Lousy Copilot (original) Lousy Copilot (Cindy’s Stargate Atlantis filk of this), Alexios the Murder Hobo, Frobisher Bay, Mine is an Evil Laugh, one of the Skyrim themes, I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You.

etc etc

and closed with Some Other Planet by Joe Hall, who died April 3. YOU WILL LIVE ON BUDDY

 

Poor Alex’s daddy is so mentally upset right now, that he’s doing things like handing the kid back during his time and demanding more days per month with him at the same time. Katie is –– och, weel now. Best of daughters, best of mothers, I’ll leave it at that.

Brekky this morning with Katie and Alex and a tour around the beautiful track at New West HS.

Tish and Terry are here today

SO HAPPY. They are coming to the housefilk tonight and it will be merry merry meeting, I am sure.

Paul sounded really upset about how clean his apartment is (it’s fine, not like there’s sources of illness anywhere, I mean that aren’t as mobile as a pre schooler in day care) and I even helped him clean it a little — the kitchen, but there was no damned way I was cleaning another Caspell bathroom, fuck that noise and see previously noted comments dating back 15 years.

Mike is coming too, but he has no car and is really hating it. (Car lease was up.)

John’s been dead ten years.  Somedays he feels very far away, and other days his laugh, and his warmth and his fierce intelligence seem so close.

I memorialized him by talking about restorative justice at Lunch Bunch.

Osteofit KICKED MY ASS yeah!

Nobody who reads this cares, but I think I’m gonna write a subcategory of destiel fic called wingfic. I just have to figure out mah angle.