Author: Allegra

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

Bargey McBargeface IS STILL RULING THE WAVES

Yes, they couldn’t refloat it. Don’t worry, climate change will fix it so it refloats soon enough, they’ll try again at the next ‘over 5 metres’ tide.

I think I’m going to make asparagus scrambled eggs this morning. Whether I have the urge to make whole wheat buns to go with brekky remains to be seen.

Absolutely lovely letter from Tish. We’re outlining our atrocious, funny and ordinary health problems to each other; how boring our letters will seem to other people if they’re ever amassed. At least we’re not discussing the state of our spouse’s bowels like a several generations back Uncle Jack used to do. God, how my mother did NOT enjoy transcribing his self-important screeds. And now I get to send Tish baby pictures.

Ryker farts like a grown man. I mean seriously pOp I have a mental image of your eyebrows climbing like a homesick angel if you ever heard him. He is a good feeder, if a little sleepy, and thanks to Katie’s research and buying an extremely expensive bottle for him, he doesn’t have nipple confusion even though he’s having overnights at his dad’s place already. (A three week old breastfed baby excuse me while my mind goes poooooof kabang.)

Paul came for lunch and to help me run errands (CBD gummies, misdirected mail to a neighbour, pickup my new prescription, more KN95 masks, buy 30 bucks of veg) and do a mall walk yesterday and the two of us had a lovely old screechy confab about the hell we went through (during our own childrearing with nipple confusion) when daycare started, and now the science has caught up, apparently.

Also, Katie’s supply is a testament to her Friesian ancestors (what do you mean her ancestors weren’t Friesian cows) ; I am encouraging her to donate since ample doesn’t even cover it. She’s considering it. I just love her so much right now & it was amazingly awesome to see her the other day.

BP markedly better. It’s still not great, but I’m in no danger of dropping dead.

 

 

Ninety-four

There’s Granny Rivett, possibly the sweetest person I will ever have known personally. I loved her so much and she was so unfailingly kind and practical; I could only wish to be more like her.

She’s been gone a while, but she isn’t gone when I use her silverware, serve Alex cocoa in one of her teacups, unjam my breadmaker with her gravy spoon…. she’s right there….

I have seen Ryker!

No pics, but I got to hold him and watch him eat and get changed (sort of the high points of his day anyway) and hear interesting things about how Ryker is a very different babby than Alex. He was eating well, and came into the house saying, “Murh!” which was interesting.

He’s a little sweetie, but his nights are still up and down…. he also seems to be having no difficulty going back and forth to his dad’s place, so he’s damned convenient in those terms. He’s not even having nipple confusion, so picture how happy I am that Katie doesn’t have to cope with that (like I did).

Anyway Katie says Paul and Keith are stepping up with respect to Alex, which is great, and they are very grateful that Ryker is a relatively quiet babby.

BP still too high

BUT RIKER IS COMING TODAY yay! I get to hold the little guy for a while and get some of my grimness knocked off.

absolutely no salt in dinner yesterday

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I have a job interview on Thursday. I know, I know, but I was really excited about the opportunity, and it isn’t far away in terms of the commute. I thought it was up by BCIT but it’s down on the flats where sensible settlers shouldn’t build. 10 minutes by car almost an hour on the bus. Time to get better masks again.

We got almost two inches of snow yesterday and while most of it was gone, the fog that accompanied it made the whole city look … weird.

Floods in Hawaii. A foot of rain in 48 hours? And South Sudan is under so much water that current estimates are that the waters will not have receded by the time the next rainy season starts in 5 months, which is insane.

Almost 1000 words yesterday.

 

quick notes

I don’t know much but I know I think the F1 track at Jeddah is a total zoo, disaster, disgrace. There’s a goddamned star wars joke in there someplace. Anyway, Hamilton won again.

Two mornings straight of the thickest hoar frost I’ve ever seen on the roofs of the local houses. It’s snows an inch, inch and a half; I put out triple the normal amount of sunflower seeds.

I’m now eligible for the booster dose. I will get my flu vax at the same time. I need to pick up more meds today and go into the clinic to see the nurse. BP still worryingly high.

Didn’t call Mike and didn’t hear from him. Or the kids for that matter. I feel completely sunk down before the omicron variant and not wanting to leave the house again but here I am forced to run errands and whatnot. The science news about it is very disturbing, even though for people previously vaccinated it’s very unlikely to be deadly. But COVID is going to continue to chew away at human fitness it in its own way….

I am experimenting with yet another adhd assistant software… I am at least fed, dressed, toothbrushed, blogged and I wrote 818 words this morning on the airport fanfic.

800 words on ‘landslide’

Walked at Lougheed Mall with Paul yesterday; he got some bread and veg and I got Purdy’s Dark Chocolate Sweet Georgia Browns because I have no chill. After I drove him back here for Lentil Soup and Shirazi salad which he devoured with thanks.

He and I had a guilty laugh about the downstairs toilet; the downstairs toilet is the way it is because MORE THAN 20 YEARS AGO my Unca Dave told Paul that the only way to put in a downstairs toilet for John’s apartment when he moved in with us back in 1997 was a hell of a kludge which would come back to bite somebody later AND THAT SOMEBODY TURNS OUT TO BE JEFF. I mean seriously who the hell could have seen that bit of family history ABOUT A TOILET happening, it’s like a monty python sketch.

Jeff in turn asked me yesterday if I was okay with him continuing to ponder the reseating of the downstairs toilet (because we’re down to one toilet as a fam) and I said ARE YOU KIDDING it’s work I don’t have to do and I am not inconvenienced in the slightest just in case you wanted further evidence about what an amazing roommate he is, also the landlady should buss his cheeks and praise his name the next time she sees him (pLEASE nO says Jeff)

Worked on a couple of fanfics; overnight there were three ‘kudos’ in my inbox. People are still reading my fanfic and enjoying it, so that’s nice.

At some point I hope to make some biscotti happen for Peggy. I toasted the almonds but they’re kind of suboptimal; I’m having to go through them and give the wrinkled dry yucky ones to the crows.

Juncos and chipping sparrows are coming for the sunflower seeds now. They come at a different time of day than the crows. There were five crows yesterday, making a tremendous racket; they hardly moved when I opened the door.

My BP is still too high. I have to completely stop eating salt and I sure don’t want to.

saw the doc

I will be doubling the new BP medication.  I have a new scrip to pick up. My BP is still too high but all my bloodwork including my sugars looked good and there’s nothing weird going on with my kidneys. I try to follow the rule Dark Poo Pale Pee but your mileage may vary.

 

There’s a new on line art AI, you type in prompts and it gives you art. cool hunh?

waited and waited

Waited an hour and 45 minutes for the doctor appointment, hung up after that. I have another appointment today, I have to wonder if she’ll make that one. I am supposed to physically go in to the clinic on Monday, presumably to get yelled at about my blood sugar; I don’t actually know what she wants with me, since I’m seeing the nurse instead of the doc.

After three atmospheric rivers in two weeks, it’s a possibility that snow will be happening this weekend. I should move the walkway salt back into the house.

Running the dishwasher right now; lentil soup and tea for breakfast.

As soon as SaveOn’s open Jeff and I are heading out for a shopping expotition, and I’m also planning to drop off the books I took out from NWPL.

I tried reading them, I really did, but I simply don’t have the brain right now. (I read single chapters out of all of them but have no concentration.) I still feel residually sad and angry about Tom; so much about it was unfair and horrible for all concerned, but there’s no point talking about it in this kind of venue.

Paul took me for a short walk in the schoolyard yesterday. I was ready to go for a longer walk but the traffic was insane so we stayed in the neighbourhood.