Author: Allegra

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

Quiet day yesterday

Ran dishes, made veggie/dairy pizza, put away clean laundry, worked a little on fanfic, practiced, talked to someone else on line about the cultural competence reader.

Today we’re going to feast on chicken sandwiches and poutine, since that’s the supper Jeff has planned for my birthday. So much salt and fat!!!!! nom. But it’s hard to be a Gritty fan without gravy. I’m going to be spectacularly well-behaved regarding everything else I eat today.

 

Still can’t believe destiel is canon: I still feel like the goddamned show is Lucy with a football and I’m Charlie Brown.

in light of later events the foregoing para was KINDA PRESCIENT

They did indeed find a way to FUCK IT UP

ADDED NOVEMBER 27

 

 

 

Letter to Lois finished

AFTER TWO YEARS I’m finally sending her the midwifery poster. All part of my “Clean everything out and get everything into a 10 x 10 x 10 foot cube!” plan.

Holy Crap cereal for breakfast. I’m not going to say this stuff leaves me in a state of ‘enteric rapture’ (Dunnett quote) but I’m having smooth moves, that’s for sure. I eat it with 5% milkfat greek yogurt and a scant teaspoon of maple syrup, and it is nom, although it is seedy stuff.

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This is … not accurate, but devilish diverting.

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I have no idea which anime this came from.

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This one came from GNOMES

Hold me to this

Never getting in Paul’s car again unless someone else is driving. I shall not provide details, but I got super screechy

It’s a shame really. Deer Lake Park was beautiful yesterday and I was shaking with rage by the time I got home.

I actually DREAMED about Misha Collins last night. He was in a supermarket being interviewed about his cookbook and said, “My husband and I – ” and then I woke up. He is married to a woman (who wrote a book about threesomes, hey a girl can dream) so this is just fanfic trying to run my life AGAIN.

I’M DYING UP IN HERE

The most recent supernatural episode was one of the most wildly and offensively insipid 45 minutes I’ve ever seen. I obviously missed something. Also, is Lucifer (in this show) really dead because if I never see Mark P.’s punchable snoot again it will be too soon.

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Manuscript is away

Many appreciative thanks to Jeff to conveying me to the Pest Office.

I had a headache for 4 days – not migraine – but it appears to have finally stopped, since it wasn’t there when I woke up this morning.

Happy Friday the 13th….

On the internet, the headline reads, Why is everybody so mean to Jerry from ‘Parks and Recreation’?

The rough treatment of Jerry Gergich is at odds with “Parks and Recreation’s” cheerful outlook, but every sitcom needs a punching bag.

And there you have it, why I loathe most sitcoms

Meg on Family Guy makes me wish Seth McFarlane hadn’t been hungover on 9/11

How to support an autistic person melting down.

progress

I have heard back from the cultural competence reader. I will be mailing the manuscript today or tomorrow.

Finished Queen’s Gambit and loved it. That will get a rewatch sooner rather than later I imagine.

I have received some more addresses from family members. I’m working on some kind of master plan for our diet.

Vegetarian whole wheat pizza again with soy cheese. I honestly cannot tell the difference.

I’ve heard about a show called Trickster; the Dunnetteers quite like it so I want to give it a try.

Wall Street is apparently telling Trump to give it up. LOL

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It’s 8 am and

I’ve practiced guitar and formalized a new song. I’m dressed! I brushed my teeth and hair!

I’ve walked my 4 (scandalous) letters over to the post box, one for Jan M (written this morning), one for Jan G, one for pOp, one for Tish. I did not have a coronary coming back up the hill, but I was well out of breath when I got back to the house.

I’ve had a whole wheat bun and a couple of cups of tea for breakfast, I brushed and trained and watered Buster and opened his door since we’ve been locking it, and I turned on the heater downstairs so it’s toasty by the time we start watching tv.

Contemplating pizza. Probably tomorrow.

The cultural competence reader is awaiting the novel, so we are a go. Even if things don’t work out (for all I know she hates it so much she can’t bear it, who knows), the process has commenced and I’m off to a new level of fiction.

Jeff while I’m thinking of it is it possible the raccoons have taken down the netting? I couldn’t see it this am

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“I’d rather that a bigot think I’m a lesbian than a lesbian think I’m a bigot.”

 

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there’s a coup in the US but it’s quiet

lazy day

I showered, did a load of laundry and slept like I was getting paid to yesterday. I guess I was processing the phone call from the clinic. A few things were cleared up and she’s sending me some literature. I can still lose 20 pounds and stave this off…. I feel like there are a million goddamned balls in the air, and I have so little control over most of them, and inconsistent control over the rest.

Pankakes and tea for brekky

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this is one of Kevin Gannon’s dogs (@thetattooedprof) and this is TOTAL MOOD FOR NOW

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This is Peter Coffey @petercoffey’s photo of an oil beetle. THEY FLOP OVER AND PLAY DEAD WHEN THE FLASH GOES OFF so he posted this pic with a complaint about how they are his new least fave thing to photograph and I’m thinking WHUT this is berloody amazin’

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Somebody mention the angel Castiel?  S’gonna be all right, my beauties.

Penrose tilings

I frequently repost mOm’s Penrose tiling comfort quilt

on social media. mOm secretly resents this but doesn’t complain because she’s not actually being injured also it gives me a thrill to see which of my friends likes it this time. I love how it’s mostly quite muted, but also BUSY.

Anyway, a whole documentary fan squee about Penrose tilings.

travel plans in a pandemic

Lockdown for the next two weeks.

I’m okay with that. We may travel when restrictions are lifted, more deets later.

Alex came over yesterday AND HE ADDED SOME ART TO MY MOTHER’S LETTER and she’s gonna asplode when she sees it. Katie took advantage of the fact that I had JUST SWEPT AND WASHED THE FLOOR and lay down on the floor. 1.5 seconds before she stretched out I gave her a mini yoga mat to keep her head off the floor. Moms do shit like that.

Still enjoying in retrospect my last conversation with Keith, which included Trigun. Which we’re three episodes into.

Tried Hi-5 chicken, it was okay but the opposite of fast food.

Raccoons in the house this morning, noisy until they left, Buster quite unhappy but not calling us to assist so I am up early to post to my blog. I’ve asked my wifi to be turned off 4-7 am each morning and by gob it’s amazing how many more letters I write and how much more I do in the morning now. Letter mailed yesterday to Tom L and mOm. Who shall I write to this am?

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