Author: Allegra

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

a day of pizza

Made vegan pizza; home made dough, soy mozzarella, WF brand pizza sauce, capers, roasted mushroom and red and yellow pepper, a solid plank of sliced tomatoes, capers, fresh red pepper. Jeff pronounced it tasty. I should have left it in the oven longer; next time I’m going to bake the veggies, whip it out and add the cheese last.

Ate it with Paul and Jeff after the Foreshore walk.

Took Paul to Fraser Foreshore. Despite my being prepared, the little tweeting birds did not come to me. Paul is as cheerful as ever, but watching him slow down to do up his jacket and then not be able to do it makes me sad for him. I ended up doing it for him and he thanked me. He’s also having trouble with buttons. I once loved that man so unreasonably much and now it’s like watching a snowman melt, as I shore up my love and loyalty on a daily basis. And I feel like a bad person, over and over again.

We watched Sharpe’s Waterloo and the last Hornblower. We are about to exit the Napoleonic Era.

Absolutely no action on the downed tree. New washer is to come on the 9th, I’ll believe it when I see it. Next door neighbour who owns that house wants to know what’s happening. I’ll call Kim again today.

I don’t really have any other news and I’m feeling a little beat up. Peggy’s filk didn’t happen since she had no power at her house after the storm.

Working my way through the instruction book on the guitar.

The return of the catfather

Buster was waiting on the back stairs for Jeff upon his return, which made for a pleasant moment. Jeff has recovered from the grab bag of indignities that ferry travel subjects him to. Before his arrival I managed to get all the food containers and compostable trash dealt with so the kitchen wasn’t armpit high in trash.

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Buster Boy

Buster slept in my room. I thrashed in my sleep and booted him off the bed so he hid in the closet. Then this morning he walked straight to his wet food dish and he didn’t even glare at me, just made it perfectly clear that he’d keep vigil there until I gave him wet food. So I did.

I hope everyone enjoys their day. I’ve got a few things planned.

9328 words Part II

2166 new fic

bleugh brain

I think I’ve had another small stroke. Just in the last two days I’ve lost the ability to consistently spell words, and that’s tiresome; I’ve also flatlined on any lumosity games involving words…. I type, and a word that sounds similar – but is not that word – comes out. It’s unpleasant. I’m hoping I recover a little, but right now I just feel sad about it. Or maybe it’s because my brain is tired from writing so much in the last two days compared to where my output has been.

Jeff’s home tomorrow. I will be glad of his return, and Buster even more so.