Mike took me out to get foot reflexology O M G and then we stayed in and had sushi and watched the sunset. A thoroughly satisfying way to spend an afternoon. Home again to watch PoI and now I’m in bed at a decent time to sleepybye for work.
God I hope the ****** electrical is finally done at work tomorrow.
Had a simply lovely day at work for my birthday, and better yet had a simply lovely and tasty burger salad and shake at Burger Heaven in New West with Katie. I love my daughter. We laughed our asses off.
Last night Jeff kept the good times rolling by taking me to the Keg and it was simply lovely. We also watched Alpha, Jeff for the second time, but it’s a gorgeous movie.
Wrote about 350 words yesterday on HOTM.
I went to an exercise class for old ladies today and feel pleasantly and pretty evenly tired. It’s the way exercise should be, about moving more easily through space
unless it’s about making yourself big, in which case it’s a dominance through steroids and self discipline kinda thing which is really kinda alienating to me, mostly because I simply don’t have the lack of worldliness that is at bottom the root of all manias to perfect one’s appearance in a range of unhealthy, artificial, expensive, potentially lethal and at times illicit, illegal and ill-advised ways.
Before that I went to the lunch bunch and was thrilled to see Jane, Laura, John, Denis, Dan, of course Peggy who took me and I keep thinking someone else was there – Irene.
Oh lucky us. We talked of shoes and ships etc.
The City of Burnaby, continuing the reign of fucking terror commenced by construction starting in the adjacent lot in May, was cutting and hauling away concrete today to level the sidewalk next door. Poor Buster. He thinks the noise has stopped, but it HAS NOT.
So last night because I am an entitled jerk I invited myself to Tom and Peggy’s and Cindy came and we ate dinner and sang and played until TEN OCLOCK which is a sign that it’s not a work night.
When I Go – we went through it about three times
I’ll Fly Away
Change the Key Again
Mary Ellen Carter
love theme from When I am Dead OF COURSE
Lily’s Lullaby (I cried, Cindy YOU IZ A BASTID)
there were others but the filkers reading this will get the picture.
Peggy made me a wonderful wonderful spice cake with cream cheese frosting and pecans all over it. Also chicken breast and salad and squash and potatoes (and the woman makes such amazing oven roasted potatoes.)
WHILE WE WERE THERE Juliana emailed Cindy about Conflikt, which is hilarious since part of me going over there to scange a meal was to agitate for everyone to go to Conflikt.
Best birthday week in a while. Did I mention that on Wednesday I had the single best commute so far? Waited for the bus for five minutes; got on the bus, transferred without a wait at New West Station, transferred without a wait at Lougheed, transferred without a wait to the bus at Moody Centre. Including all the walking it was 45 minutes.
Today Peggy and I are going to go to Lunch Bunch and then there’s a drop in fitness class afterward. Busy me!
Wrote a very very hard scene yesterday.
Human sexuality is a miserable thing. About the time we really need to use our brains and speak honestly and clearly to each other about what we’re doing all of the endocrinological stuff that makes sex a) possible and b) scary amounts of fun completely blows your cognitive function into a jelly mold.
I have never in my life gotten into consent as much as Jesse does in that scene. Must be nice to be heteronormative and clueless (WHY YES IT IS)
760 Words yesterday
Taking it easy… pleasant day so far.
Last night Jeff and I were over at Mike’s… the VR set up sang its siren song and there was pizza.
Still working on the Love Theme from When I Am Dead. I’ll probably learn that I stole it from something, but the best part about being me is that I didn’t steal my temperament. My Scythian ancestors, Api bless them and give them nice tunics for feast days, might hoist one of their disgusting concoctions and nod, if they were ever sober enough to do that while they were in town.
Before that, Keith and I drove back from Victoria in our lovely rented 2018 Corolla which is a beeeeyootiful car and a complete fuckin’ gas hog – 20 bucks to go from Van to Vic and back? I don’t think the car was topped up when I left or and it’s a gas hog.
We saw Cuz Alyssa, Unca Barry, Auntie Jacquie, the parental units, Ontie Mary and of course Keith was there. He moved datura plants, tetris style. The difference between his description and mOm’s I will hold in my heart. (Style, not content.)
Ride back uneventful. this morning’s morning though is definitely the kingdom of daylight…. weather so beautiful and not right. This is November and we should be harboring gloom and sheltering night…
god it’s gorgeous out
Keith called yesterday wanting to take me to Victoria this weekend but Paul needed his car back when he missed his flight and Keith’s car is in the shop. Jeff needs his vehicle for client requirements and it’s a little late to be renting a car, but there you go.
Anyway, if we don’t turn up it’s not as if we didn’t try.
Work is much better, but I continue to work toward better habits and faster production.
Keith has rented a car, we’re leaving tomorrow morning, apparently.
Yesterday, an 11 hour day not counting the two hours in transit, was the most spectacularly bad day I have ever had at a job. It was busy, I lost my cool, I did stupid things, but I will endeavour to persevere and they can fire me on Thursday, when the new MOA starts, if they take a mind to. In the meantime I’ll keep plugging.
I’m not officially participating in Nanowrimo, the writing contest/encouragement/accountability event which gets people to write novels, but I am working on a destiel fic and I’ve started up on HOTM again so that’s good. Also I’ve managed to retcon my internal fanfic so it now all makes sense, what happened between Jesse and Slider BEFORE Jesse ran off to be a sex worker. It’ll be clunky as hell but real life unfortunately doesn’t come with a great soundtrack and bangin’ dialog…
Work, that is. Things are calm at home although brO is still adjusting his work habits to the blessed silence of my absence.
500 words on HOTM and not one but two new fics. At some point I supposed I’ll have to pee.
TURNED THE LIGHTS OFF
Got trick or treaters anyway, including a Pocahontas.
Really good day at work
soft good brO brO banged on my door when I was napping at 11 yesterday morning to tell me that if I wanted to see my grandson I should get up, so I did. Me and Poppa Paul and Katie and Alex mall walked at Lougheed; I found some more of my favourite soap and some extremely bright safety lights for Katie and Alex. I pushed him around in a little red car that you can get from guest services at Lougheed.
He was really antsy, but we watched some violent racist transphobic Warner Bros cartoons with him and for about ten whole minutes he leaned up into me and cuddled and MY BOCKIT ISS FULLLLL NOW.
One of my all time favourite Hollywoo types just posted a brief video of himself running a chain saw through a large, already sectioned tree IN FLIP FLOPS.
Then he calls himself out for it.
Hm, I think he should have gone inside to change.
I hope to see Alex and get some shit done today, including a shop when Jeff gets up.