Author: Allegra

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

wordle and visitors

I used to post my Wordle score every morning on facebook but I’m not on facebook at the moment.

My score for today: Wordle 856 3/6

What timing! I think I did a great job keeping up with everyone! LOL this is a joke for anyone who did Wordle this morning.

On tap for this morning, now that I’m awake.

Mek kafi Make coffee McCaffey

Just letting you know that learning to cope
with my rejection sensitivity dysphoria
means that I make fun of myself so that it appears other people aren’t hurting me
with their jokes, but even if they think they’re joking, and I act like it,
I’m still hurt. Days later. Sorry for this aspect of my humanity.

Kitchen table and fridge; musical instruments out of the guest room; towels into the guest room; night light into the guest room; shower; tek pills; mek salad. Later pick up some more foodstuffs for meals to make at home while they’re here after consulting  with them.

I am still vibrating with happiness about Peggy coming with us to Orycon. We are going to have truly oooootrajjjjious amounts of fun, I can FEEL IT.

There will be a season 3 Goom Odens. Neil sayeth so, it shall be so.

Thinking about the 1996 storm in Victoria. Damn, but that was a lot of snow.

Thinking about having to reduce my kit, going to the con, if Peggy’s bringing her bass. Mebbe two cars? seems not right somehow.

 

 

Leo and Linda here on Monday

So that’s sorted; they’ll go see the fOlks afterward.

I think I am going to compose a rant, a long, excitable and childish rant about parasociality.

I tried something new at IHOP- the breakfast biscuits are nice, but quite salty.

Esther the Wonder Pig has died of natural causes, surrounded by her human dad and family friends, aged 11, at Campbellville, Ontario. She will be missed. Her shop is here.

The lone and level sands (new poem)

The lone and level sands

I know what’s going on
but these are social beings too
and my grief must crack
to allow them safe passage

so one doesn’t speak of it
as much as one thinks it
tries to derive grace from nature
a trick, a trick, a trick

because nature’s not full o’ grace
it’s a slow-to-react and messy drunk
and we can’t leave the room
for a couple of hundred years
unless we go to space
which needs more tech
and money than I suspect
we can sustain for long

No one knows how but here and there
people survive
the nature
that I worship now
the only nature

No Alex today

I hope I use the day well. He’s got a pro-d day.

ORYCON SKED IS OUT

I could teach about three of those topics but I think I’m going to try to have a mix of singing and knowledge, after I red pencil the schedule with Cindy.

Slash/Back rewatch yesterday. Those Pang girls really are sumfin.

Suzanne was here and the enshinening happened.

Much love to my people this morning!

 

 

a recipe – thumbs up from Suzanne

White Woman’s Chicken Coconut Soup

One chicken breast sliced into chunks
2 Litres chicken broth (used Western Family no added salt)
However much you want of thin sliced onions, cabbage, carrot, celery.
2.5 cm chunk of ginger, chopped into tasteable chunks
As much chopped garlic as makes sense to you.
Thai fish sauce – a few good hard shakes.
Black pepper to taste
Cayenne to taste. If you have a leftover hot sauce packet from takeout, that’ll work, just add a tiny bit at a time until you get the kick you want.
You can add galangal slices at the same time as the garlic, raw mushrooms in quarters, lime leaves, coriander leaves and prawns if you like. These all help ‘fill out’ the flavour profile.

Just barely bring it all to boil and turn down to simmer for 45 minutes or so. Add a can of coconut milk (do not boil the coconut milk, it goes strange) bring it to serving temp and devour. Immediately refrigerate any unused portion and consume within four days.

Normally you should lightly toast the aromatics in oil before adding them to a soup but in this case the recipe is trying to keep added oil to a minimum and also dirtying one fewer dish.

 

both rotten

The news … and the weather

10 words on the next Brad and Omar story.

Alex is here and watching videos downstairs. It was so delightful to see Ryker yesterday as briefly as we did. He stuck his head in the collapsible cat house/toy and tried to run around with his head out one side and his butt on the other and me and Alex and Suzanne laughed until we were leaking while Ryker made grizzling WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME noises. He loved watching the pinball. And then he fucking headchecked Alex and practically broke the dear one’s nose. HE IS A BRUTe

I have a great deal on my mind and this is not the venue. I need to find something completely blameless and unexceptional to do, like running the dishwasher. I need to check if the downstairs drain is working properly, this is a lot of fucking rain.

JUST LEARNED

that Keith and Paul just got back from Seattle. I gently pointed out to Keith that he hadn’t bothered to tell me he was leaving, but thanks anyway.

Still no Echo; I have to leave to pick Alex up momentarily and it will be in Jeff’s car I reckon.

All done. Alex had a ‘controversial’ conversation in the schoolyard today. He posits that a hot dog IS NOT a sandwich and a bowl of cereal is NOT soup.

Still waiting on the Echo.