Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

oh how am I to speak the truth with love to you

otherwise known as the story of my fucking life

I initiated contact with a loved one, I got what I deserved. I am a sadder and wiser person. I have cried more tears, but that’s okay. You have to be alive to cry.

I reached out to other loved ones. Both responded more or less instantly, helps that it’s midday Sunday, I guess. They got a hand under me apiece with their soft words and kindness and then I told, hopefully briefly enough, the source of my woes to Jeff. I tried to watch March Madness with him but I’m too fidgety.

Please be nice to the people you love by asking them what constitutes nice for them. And then… behaving that way. You can’t be nice to a person who interprets your every breath as hostile.

I have a headache from crying and I need to stop looking at a screen but between that word and this I’ve put in 812 words on my novel. Watching history repeat itself is so hard, but being history is worse.

Wrote a letter to Lois.

I’m going to have the last of Mike’s congee, watch an Elementary with Jeff and CRASH.

a poem – The universe is a sieve

JUST IN CASE YOU’RE WONDERING, I didn’t know it was world poetry day before I wrote this today.

 

 

The universe
is a sieve
that passes through us

and laughs as it
rushes through.

Pew pew pew
say the particles;
we’re on our way
to connect your kidneys

to a star
an ecosystem
an ice volcano.

It’s one long string
connected
folded tight
blown up
and travelling light.

The universe is a sieve

four letters

pOp, Dave D, grandbaby and Tom L.  They’re ready to go in the postbox but now I’m feeling lazy and I’ll drop ’em off when Jeff and I go out to run errands later this aft. Hopefully Paul and I will be able to go for a walk. The walk around Deer Lake the other day nearly killed me. I think – and this disgusts me – that I need to spend another 350 bucks on orthotics. WHYYYYYYY

The Road to Albyn HAPPY SPRING

Lyrics are copyright, from page 147 of the Dunnetts’ The Scottish Highlands. I’d really like to work up harmonies for this but I can’t get Audacity to behave and unfortunately the forums say my Mac is too elderly to cope with what I want to do. Fuck computers anyway, let’s vamoose and go walking in Albyn. (A Gaelic word for Scotland.)

IT’S so WEIRD posting this and knowing that my calm, orderly, productive state of mind as it is currently on a Monday morning in February will be completely different when I next see this. And given that I’m 62 and multiply blessed with Complete Failure to Exercise and Complete Failure to Stop Eating Junk, who knows whether I’ll even make it that long.

I did make it that long. 

herewith, a picture of my face when Jeff announced he was getting pizza yesterday (and wings)

Seal babby eyes

 

not exactly as counted

I imagine I will post approximately two hundred songs this year, so it won’t be a song a day. That said, I’ve got 98 songs in already and an additional 47 for which I must either make recordings, or make new recordings, or find the recordings I already have. I keep stumbling upon songs and then forgetting to write down the names to prompt myself later, and a couple of times I’ve caught myself trying to post the same song under different names.

So it won’t be 365 songs unless I turn myself into an avatar of Billy “Song a Day” Hughes. These days I’d rather write fiction. I love my little family (daaawwwww)

Forgot to report that Dave D has had another publication! Congrats Dave.

Jeff got pizza. It’s quite good.

Fagradalsfjall is erupting.

Neener Neener

Here’s the youtube link

Lyrics may not be a perfect match

Heard

You Got

What you deserve!

And the band played Neener Neener
Luck ran out, you didn’t swerve
and the band played neener neener
Lie and bully, steal and break
and take and take and take and take
You think there’s been a big mistake
and the band plays neener neener.
Cuffs and cruiser, bruises too
Cause when you run, that’s what cops do
You’ll have time to think it’s true
and the band played neener neener
Textbook, what one should avoid
Wouldn’t stay in school, couldn’t stay employed
Can’t pronounce right but it is SCHADENFREUDE
and the band played neener neener.
Maybe you will get six months
and the band played neener neener
We’ll get relief from being played as chumps
and the band played neener neener
Maybe you will take a hint
and not have brains like dryer lint
Please enjoy your jailhouse stint

and the band played neener neener.

Lemming’s Twofer

Here’s the youtube Link

Step up folks you know you can’t go wrong
got a back catalogue about nine miles long
when he gets bored he’ll write another song
step up step up Lemming’s Twofer
A fascinating miscellany of
all the subjects that he really hates and loves
and I’ll hang with him when push comes to shove
comes to his opinion (squee) I’ll be his minion
Step up folks and do not be perplexed
if you can’t tell which instrument he’s playing next
Put down that phone he hates it when you test
Step up Step up Lemming’s Twofer
Step up folks and get your Bile on Wry
while the Magat’s and smokers get it in the eye
If he was wine, he would be very dry
Step up step up Lemming’s Twofer
Idiosyncratic entertainment
delivered in eyepopping Hawaiian raiment
devoid of refinement, or of containment
Step up step up
Lemming’s Twofer
Brain abraded with a loofah
Filker, parodist and spoofer
step up step up Lemming’s Twofer NOW

got some errands run

Many thanks to Jeff for being able to deliver biscotti and pick up Burritos yesterday. There was also a bong.

edit:

Jeff mentioned to me I might like to tell the story of how we ended up with a new bong.

Wellllll, it was like this. Around 5 in the ‘day before yesterday’ morning I’m thinking this bong is disgusting, so I cleaned it out in the downstairs sink. I cheated though; all I did was give it a sloosh and change the water and ungunk the bowl, but I didn’t do the deep clean, which involves rock salt and 99% alcohol. I go back upstairs after I practice for a while.

Jeff comes downstairs approximately two hours later. Jeff was watching a wombat come out of its cave on TV and Buster woke up in his lap, saw the eyes of the wombat (which were about the size of a cave bear’s) and HE BOOKED IT LIKE THE NINE WERE AFTER HIM. Nearly rendered Jeff scrotally challenged, but managed not to injure Jeff. However, the bong did not survive. It’s tempered glass, it broke in big pieces, it wasn’t hard to police up.

As you may know, bong water is the most disgusting crap on the planet and if you spill it the stench is lingering and disgusting, especially on an heirloom rug (Granny’s living room)…. but it wasn’t bong water, because I just changed it, so it was water. We put down towels, scattered desiccant packs, and thanked our lucky stars, and went out and got another one. I put felt pucks on the bottom of it so it doesn’t hurt the coffee table.

Honestly, I feel like the champeen of the world…. my luck is never this good.

Pig in a Parlour – happy st paddys

Me mother and father were Irish x 3
and I was Irish too!
We kept a pig in the parlour x 3
and it was Irish too!

This poem was from a book about Canadian schoolyard rhymes and other miscellanea; I set it to music  years ago and recorded it just in time for today.

Prince Philip isn’t dead

I announced his death on my blog but it was just wishful thinking.

He’s probably got many minutes of rich life left in him.

I very much enjoyed having home made mac and cheese for breakfast.

I need to spread the joy of biscotti this am.

700 words on UPSUN

I have a doc’s appointment for my prescription renewal tomorrow, and I have called the clinic to confirm my scan appointment. I won’t get a call back unless they’re confused about something.