Author: Allegra

Day before yesterday Mike came over for supper (pizza) and to watch TV (second season Jack Ryan) and it was good. Yesterday was a quiet day, apart from a trip for donuts first thing in the morning.

I’m GONNA SEE JARMO tonight, Mike and I are getting together with him and we’re a-gonna sauna!!!! The Mobiba is set up again in Mike’s apartment!!!! Not exactly as shown. (he hooks it into the 208, if anyone cares).

I am so looking forward to seeing him, he’s one of the people I miss most from my old work.

Just in case I hadn’t mentioned it I AM LOVING THE MANDALORIAN. It is what it is, uncomplicated and fun. However, Disney trying to get all the gifs of Baby Yoda off the internet BWA YA YA YA HA HA HA OUTTA BREATH HERE

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I want to be in bed all the time.

I have dry eyes so I like to close me eyes. Also I love TV and the internet so I like to open me eyes. I open me eyes very wide and very far and very long and then they get sad and dry and I must go close ’em, or put in drops which make the corners of my eyes with the tear ducts feel like some lil fucker with a teeny weeny taser is, like, tasing the corners of my eyes with an eyelash sized taser for about two minutes until my natural secretions get the backwash out.

Reading people I’m old enough to have given birth to complain about their physical pains makes me instantly feel older than granite. Granite just in case you’re wondering is among the oldest of the kinds of rocks on earth.

I’ll be heading into New West today to collect it and pay for it.

very busy day yesterday – tried to get my scrip filled, lunch with Paul, walk in Oakalla, other errands

Hung around with Mike for the evening the day before yesterday. The Twisted sure is loud when there are 2 games on at once.

the wind will bear your name across the mesa

the stars will form a frame for a love that never was

the moon will guard my mind while I lie here gasping

for love is hard to find whoever may be asking

my laptop’s dead (battery) and I won’t get it back until the end of next week and I hate this other laptop and it’s practically dead and runs so hot it’s like a clothes iron so I won’t be posting much

I’ve written about 200 words on XenoLegum, the tale of Doofus (aka Dóri) going to Iceland to become a lawyer specializing in International law (then he’ll go back to Vancouver and learn the Salish law)

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yup I’m now officially sixty-one. and to celebrate, a tweet that got retweeted (which means I’ll probably get 200k tweet impressions this month, lol) by Xeni Jardin, who’s been cancer free after a HARD FOUGHT WAR for some years now.

This was in response to people telling her that her thoughts gave her cancer.

I quote mOm at the time she was fighting hardest. We were talking about what she said to her body when asked to ‘visualize aiding her body’s fight against cancer’ which she found kind newageous.

“My body got confused about what was supposed to go where. My thoughts had nothing to do with it.” – my mOm, whose apparently infinite reserve of patience got drained by the inane shit the religious rellies would lay on her.

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Practiced up a storm. Didn’t leave the house except to take out the trash.

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Talked to Keith on the phone last night. Turns out he helped his friend get a job where he is. He’s got a physically demanding job and he’s tired all the time but otherwise sounds good. He was talking about missing the grands a bit and that always makes me happy, because (after the plague has lifted) I imagine that means he’s planning to go see them.

I have run a load of dishes but that’s just about it for chores. Instead I have been singing and playing on all my instruments and every time I stop I start again. My fingers now officially hurt and I make pokey jabs at songwriting but nothing stuck.

Wasband took me to the park for a walk, and it was absolutely lovely, much warmer and less windy than it normally is at this time of year. I only wore two layers of clothing and no coat (but my hat) and that meant that I didn’t get overheated. I find that on these meds I overheat with a slower onset but a more lingering effect than I did when I was menopausal. He almost clipped a pedestrian at a crosswalk in front of the cop shop when we left. I think I upset him since I yelled at him briefly but I tend to do shit like that when I’m suddenly predicting some chick’s head’s gonna come through my side of the windshield. His reflexes are still pretty good though, he wasn’t technically into the crosswalk when he got it stopped.

I have learned things about his most recent airplane crash that make me think some people have fairy horseshoes on a charm bracelet packed in their asses.

Jeff’s off in Victoria, back today, and I got to help him to computer-y stuff yesterday by pressing buttons on his keyboard under his close phone supervision so I actually managed to make myself useful.

Editing but no writing yesterday.

My phone made a little meep before it died somewhere in my room and I can’t find it. Jeff, reading this, is shaking his head.

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Went to Genre Writers Meetup. I’m terrible at remembering names but there was a Siobhan, a Mackenzie, a Jessica and a Casper at my end of the table. We talked about stupid pet tricks and laughed our asses off. We did talk briefly about our projects. I had something not salty (for pub grub) and no beer, so go me.

I hope to write more today, but it’s a hard scene and structuring it so that it talks about decolonizing oneself without villainspeak is hard; also gender issues. Mine, not the story’s. It’s a distinction with a doorstop underneath it and not much else.

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I left the house three times today, once to Timmy Ho’s, once to mini-puddle with Alex and Katie and once to see Midway on the big screen.

Jeff got perfect seats and it was a wonderful viewing experience. After halibut and mushy peas.

I am now puttered out.