Author: Allegra

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

What I’ve been up to

I have completed another section of “the difficulties”.  I find Jericho Beach a most inspiring locale – I may go down there for a day sometime and just sit around and write.

I am adjusting rather better to the shift in workload and priorities.  The customers are being kind as I learn, and my predecessor (he went to a different department) kinder yet.  The new hire accepted and agreed to start July 30th o frabjous day.
I will be heading out for a family dinner with Mike M tonight after I go talk to Paul.

I reread Lilith’s Brood, the Oankali stories by Octavia Butler.

I’m taking a little break from Patrick O’Brian.

My back hurts constantly these days, and my foot is very numb.  Walking helps, as does sitting on the posture ball at work.  I’m having a lot of trouble finding a comfortable sleeping position.

I have been sad for the last couple of days, not so much this morning, thanks to KatieK, a friend of mine whom I invited over for dinner and an earflapping last night.  Those of you familiar with my family’s folkways will know that this is a chat, live and in person, usually unattended by males (or they flee, brows furrowed, into quieter and darker corners, while the womenfolk screech and flap and gabble.)  Anyway, she’s been through what I was through, but worse and darker and different, of course, but she doesn’t waste more than a breath on self-pity before she gets up again and starts assessing her life for the possibilities of happiness.  She’s berloody amazing and I intend to see more of her.
I just wrote two paragraphs about my emotional state, and they were so self-pitying and morose that I’ve done my readers a favour and deleted them.  Someday I’ll look back on this time in my life, shake my head and laugh.  But that time is not now, and it’s not a good time to be writing about it.  Had I the pen of Elizabeth Smart, perhaps, perhaps.

And then, of course, the phone rings, and it’s Keith announcing that he’s picked me up the latest Harry Potter book, and despite the rain and fog, the sun has come out again.

I think I’ll call my mother.

Fan boy freakout

It was with a certain resigned annoyance that I had to listen  to Keith’s tirade about everything that was wrong with the fifth Harry Potter movie.  I paid for it, after all.  Finally I told him to go away, thinking that he would have perhaps have calmed down when I see him again tomorrow.  He bumped into me and Katie later and apologized by handing over a can of V8, which I have to admit served better than an apology in many respects.  Katie and I much enjoyed it, thanks.  A lot of the little touches were exactly right.

“It’s a franchise cash cow – some movies are better left unmade – honk, snort, woof.”

This is what I wrote in the Sabir Sisters guestbook

On 17 July 2007 I saw them perform at the Jericho Beach Folk Club.  For energy, musicianship, the pace of the show and the sheer and evident delight they take in performing with each other, I have never seen their equal. I highly recommend one of their shows, and sit close, so you don’t miss a thing.

that was a berloody awesome show, and I won’t miss a chance to see them again.