Nadia Janice Brown is a Black poet from Florida. Image from ayaoptical instagram site.
This is bloody hilarious
Do you hear that, hsifyppah? A SHRUB PLAYS THE BANJO FROM THE SHADOWS.
I’m still in shock from the doctors appointment. I have DO SOMETHING and I do not wish to know these facts.
Did I mention that I’m going to sell the hang drum and that Keith has grown a full beard and he looks splendid?
Hurricane Ida has slowed to 10 mph, remains a cat 4, and is currently putting the shove to the entire flow of the Mississippi river, which is apparently flowing backwards. Normally it’s 2 feet per second and it was temporarily at -.5. Deep sections of the river could still have been flowing normally, this all depends on where the gauges are.
The river temporarily flowed backward during Katrina. Given climate change’s known exacerbation of wind speeds and duration of storms this looks to be a harbinger of the new normal.
If my pOp wants me to buy this for him he’ll let me know.
This is a review of a book I want…. no probably need to read.
I have had a story added to a Destiel collection on AO3. I am absolutely thrilled and it means more people will read it. It’s 12500 words of fluffy and mildly porny madness that ends with an ILY scene at an airport. I also think it’s got some of the funniest dialogue of any of my stories. Email me if you want the link.
I stopped taking cough medicine at 11:30 last night to try to let it clear my system, but the crackling in my chest has come back. Low grade fever, productive cough, crashed appetite, really an effort to push fluids but I keep hearing mOm’s voice encouraging me to do that thing.
Buster scrapped with another cat THROUGH the cat door last night. I locked it and expected him to whine about it all night and he didn’t let out a peep until I woke at 8:30 this morning.
Left hand is still bruised but all the mobility is back and normal function has resumed. I am now thinking that I did crack a rib, but there would have been nothing that an ER doc could do but hand me a little envelope of T3s anyway after a chest xray in a freezing room so I really dodged 8 hours of ER time during the largest surge of infections in over a year. Knowing that Paul would have come with me is extremely comforting though. What a fine and life affirming thing it is to have friends.
Tom is closing the speaker shop (Halloween is the last day) and going on line! I may get work doing data entry loading skus. He was only in hopsital (deliberate typo) a day for the pneumonia and when I was talking to him on the phone today he was on the skytrain which means that Peggy is not actually driving him everywhere any more. Also that the phone call dropped three times before we gave up.
The only social media I’m on now is here, AO3 and Reddit. I’ve added 400 karma points in the last week alone so you can tell I’ve been busy. When Reddit gives me free awards I always use them within five minutes, usually for other women.
I can definitely state (from what I read on reddit, among other things) that feminism has lost big over the last 40 years. What a time to be alive.
ADDED LATER: SOMEBUNNY is running a jackhammer within a block radius and WOW what an annoying sound!
The nesting pair of Great Blue Herons was at Fraser Foreshore Park today; they went to their usual haunts and one of them yelled at the water for a while for reasons that were completely opaque to me and Paul. We saw what I believe was a Pacific wren trot at a great rate of knots across the trail. I fed the last of the unsalted roasted peanuts to the crows, and glad they were of it.
It was almost too hot to walk, but in the shelter of the cottonwoods it was deliciously cool.
No other critters…. it’s starting to get to be the quiet part of the year, the male birds aren’t singing as much. But even when we see nothing, this guy sees lots.
Definitely feel better this morning. Here’s a pic of James Dean and Eartha Kitt in a bar in NYC.
We’ve started watching Ted Lasso, and we’re enjoying it. I can see that it’s about mental health.
I don’t know why all the people are complaining about this season’s Rick and Morty, it’s better than previously and easily as funny. I guess female characters getting bigger story lines has the poopy pants brigade out in force.
I got curried shrimp from Da Roti Shak yesterday and I feel so much better. It’s definitely comfort food for me.
The picnic on the lawn of Alexis’s building yesterday WAS FANTASTIC. I got recipes. Keith drove me and Paul, Alex and Katie went in another car. kMike didn’t go, he was bagged.
Made a mushroom omelette this morning; toasted sourdough muffins and put out some veggie platter veggies and we ate on the deck like civilized folks.
She’s not a family member but I sure looked at her picture a lot as a kid. She’s 84 in 2021 and looks fantastic in this roughly ten year old photo.
Jeff’s staying back and I’m going. I have a veggie tray to purchase veggies for and prepare. Paul and probbly Keith are coming to get me around quarter after three. Sounds like Alexis made a MAONTING of food.