Author: Allegra

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

poem- stop and start

find feeling and follow
the words, a parallel furrow
dug into the body
not to wound but to attest
that this event has meaning
drawn beyond the geophysics
marks my marrow
||interpret these lines||

poems about motherhood
and hardly any about
how it is an alien occupation
shifting tissue into your brain

yes, truly, I am centred in my frame

/mark these deletions
they are where I was brute
and woman
no one wants it/

trust the body
connect this breath to that word
and make that spider thread
a braid of wonder

as good a day as

at 5 am I walked the face shields over to Planet Bachelor and briefly saw our grandson (Paul got up to take a leak while I was there staggering across the eye like a zombie in the background, grunting at my greeting) and Katie, who gave me the joy of her company for a brief moment, and a lift home. Raining off and on all day.

Around 10 am Jeff and I trekked out and committed 6 WHOLE ERRANDS – me in medical mask and face shield, Jeff in his homemade mask; Shoppers Drug Mart, The eyecare place, Kin’s Farm Market, the bank machine in the Colonial City Mall, gas and treats at the 7-11. We parted ways to increase efficiency and achieved our goals in very smart order, retreating to the joys of Time Team and New Tricks, among other TV offerings, and things like laundry and dishes and making a lovely fresh salad and bringing new guys up to speed on the old server, for the rest of day. Cold chicken sliced over salad with a side of fresh corn on the cob for dinner.

It was a productive day, and the anxiety level in the house is way down.

I know that it is ludicrous that I feel safer walking around with a facemask but I really do. I’m shedding 95 percent less crap when I do, and I’m definitely less of a danger to the people around me, even if they look appalled and give me a wide berth as I pass. I’m going to double up whenever I go out now.

Miss Margot with a flicker feather in her fur

pots a boiling / listing

another bad mental health day yesterday, but Peggy, despite her gammy knee, dropped by with pie and after Jeff and I LITERALLY DEVOURED IT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CONTAINER, we used forks thank god, he said is there more like I had hidden some (where? in my ass crack?) and I said alas no, because that strawberry rhubarb pie was among the best I ever et.

Xeni Jardin on twitter, May 23 2020

I learned during cancer that it is important to be mindful of the possibility that these might be the normal good old days. There is no guarantee of relief or a happy outcome. None whatsoever. Paradoxically, through practicing acceptance of this truth, I finally found peace.

I’m trying to combat the listlessness with lists. I’m listing to the left on this one. Listerine is not on the list. Allistics are not on the list (just in case you don’t know, this is non-autistic people when autistic people are talking about them and Jeff you were looking for this word the other day as I recall.) Calisthenics are definitely on the list – in fact I can Zoom in to my former exercise classes, if I used Zoom, which I don’t – Skype is my limit on that shit. I quit Skype. It’s listenable but they took on a right wing air hog in a multi million dollar deal so I delisted them from my credit card expenses. A klister is NOT on the list. Becoming a phallist is not on the list… I mean, I’m a fan, but not a stan, if you know what I mean. Should I put being a homilist on the list? I asked twitter to give me hints for writing a new homily as a writing prompt. I paid to go virtually to WisCON and didn’t even watch a panellist. I could stand to see a decent cemballist, but finding one that’s a decent stylist might be difficult, especially if they’re an atonalist. Am I emblematic as a personalist? I could be, if I wasn’t also being such a damned diabolist.  I can’t keep walking through each day like a somnambulist.

small shop

yesterday I had a burst of energy after a morning during which I felt like scrap. Is it the allergies? who knows.

So, washed the kitchen floor after Jeff swept, washed the kitchen rugs, did some gardening, went for a walk with Jeff and Paul and we sat on the deck for a while.

Today a small shop. Hope I can find the head for a Bee Mop.

8:14 am – Bee Mop head achieved. Also, spongey white bread, a continuing comfort food. spongey mop spongey bread what can it mean. Save-on continues to be a civilized place to do the seniors shop

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from CrimethInc

Just…. Canada is going to end up ground between those two countries.

Geezer Dome

TWO GEEZERS ENTER

First Geezer says, “I’m not quite sure why I’m here. Can I leave yet?”

Second Geezer says, “I thought I knew why I was here, I was hoping I could figure it out from context once I got here!”

First Geezer says, “Perhaps we should repair to the closest tea shop and consider our options.”

Second Geezer says, “All these people look like they’re expecting us to fight.”

CROWD ROARS IN A SINGULARLY UNPLEASANT BLOODSPORT SORT OF WAY

First Geezer says, “Maybe we can fight in Algebra.”

Second Geezer says, “I’d prefer to fight hypothetically.”

First Geezer says, “Still holding out for tea.”

Second Geezer links arms with First Geezer, “Now I remember, I wanted to tell you there are now TWO slugs on the downstairs bathroom floor, carefully watched over by a spider!”

EXEUNT BOTH WHILE CROWD BOOS

pics from the intarwebs

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Memorial to lab animals from Russia

January 28 2020 I went on my blog to say Canada should close its borders (pace to the Indigenous who really should have more of a say….) and now here’s Tam supporting my view. Quite the little Cassandra be me.

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a ‘snat’ presumably from medieval marginalia as embroidered by @cybiksana – some wag referred to it as a ‘catstropod’
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“Based on this excellent creature from Stowe MS 17 f.185r.” per @cybiksana
Racist graffiti on the emblematic lions of Vancouver’s Chinatown. They’re duct-taping bleach to the poor beasts to get the hate speech off. From News1130.com’s website today.
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years And the slow parade of fears without crying Now I want to understand
from https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/vandals-chinatown-gate-1.5578200 this morning