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Oh, it is yummy. And soon it will be gone. And when it’s gone, I’ll make tofu and egg and pork and chicken fried noodles. Or something.
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Happy birthday Tammy darling, hope you have an awesome day!!
As for the rest of you, love yourself today with some self-care.
Don’t know if it’s self care; I think I’ll make some more biscotti. Paul phoned yesterday to thank me for the last batch.
Something is rearranging itself amidships. Nothing hurts, but it’s very odd and my usual schedule is non existent. For example I was woken from a sound sleep at 2 am for a run to the john…. but everything was fine. Just urgent. It is possible this is Metformin reminding me that it needs to be taken 1.5 hours earlier in the evening, in which case, carry on, noble poop chute.
Suzanne was here, and I slept through most of it since I was having a super off day. She folded my last load of laundry, may blessings rain. She’s barely recovered from her walking pneumonia. No fever or cough or anything, for me it was just exhaustion. Sometimes I think I have to schedule a recovery day after seeing Paul. Katie advised that she saw the salt I got for her and got into her biscotti delivery already.
Got the Wordle in three (such a lucky guess, that second one) and two top five scores and one best score in Lumosity, so my general feeling that whatever my body is doing my brain is in reasonable order continues. Celebrated with a giant mug of coffee. Nom.
Today, STEW. We bought a roast yesterday so I cut it in half so that Jeff and I can have a mini roast beast for a Sunday dinner soon and hacked the other half into stew bites. Also prepped all the rest of the meat we purchased yesterday into strips for stir fries, so I’m ready to go with pork and chicken strips.
Keith and Alex are having a wonderful time in Victoria and you have no idea how happy that makes me. mOm is bursting with family visit vibes in consequence. It’s very nice to have family that you like, trust, enjoy and honour. I greet and thank my ancestors and accept their gifts and lessons with humility and a desire to honour them. ‘cept for the land stealing bit, but if my suspicions are correct and I’m descended from the Sakai the land stealing is kinda what we did/do and we’ll have to unlearn it.
Every morning with Buster is different. He made it abundantly clear that he has no interest in training today and so I dropped treats on his head and watched as he lay down and lazily stretched out to pop them in his mouth (he uses his front paws like hands A LOT).
A couple of days back the flicker was on the food platform yelling for sunflower seeds; two mornings ago a fox sparrow danced up and down the side yard, cheeping, very obviously dancing for food (Jeff was most struck by its movements, which seemed out of the ordinary). And the crows came in droves yesterday; I put out all the suet and fat from the meat trimmings just before sunset, when the crows are overhead going back to their roosts, and it was GONE within MINUTES. Better some fat get in their bellies than it turn into rancid malodorous vapours in the compost bucket.
Cousin Alex is hosting her mOm this weekend.
If you get a chance to see John Waters’ 2015 commencement address it’s worth seeing. Elder creators who gave themselves to their art and support up and comers so fiercely are a blessing on this world.
There is at least a foot of snow on everything. It is already starting to melt but lord God I am not looking forward to shovelling the front sidewalk. Jeff will assess what else may need to be done and then do it. I’m taking the little chair out there with me, I came so close to stroking out the last brace of snowfalls (or it felt that way, I ‘greyed out’ a couple of times.)
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got a call midmorning from Katie saying that what with Paul being alone in the house while Keith and Alex are off in Saamich and Dax and Katie being at work he might be lonely.
So I used the opportunity to drop off his household’s biscotti portion, get a meal into him at Pho Edmonds, ran biscotti over to Sue and to Peggy, walked in Fraser Foreshore (JEEEBUS it was cold and Paul was definitely having mobility issues, although he perked up after a few hundred metres), and picked up a bag of walkway salt for his household after I noticed they were almost out of it (paid a swingeing great price for it too but it’s 20 kilos and who knows how long the salt will last in the stores, so I’m glad I did it, glad, I tell you), and then a couple of party favours from the Bohemian.
Once again he greeted me by asking me whose idea it was to take away his licence. I told him his license is in his wallet, same as always, and now that he’s had symptoms like chatting with people who aren’t there it’s too dangerous for him to drive. If he wants to book and pass a drivers test in BC he can drive again no matter what his doctor says, and he objected most strenuously to this and asserted that I couldn’t pass a drivers test either and my driving was terrible. As best as I can make out, he wants me to get a dementia diagnosis as well, but as long as my LPI on Lumosity is over 1400 I’m not doing any such goddamned thing. My performance stats are above 80th percentile for every game for people my age and over 95th percentile for 5 out of the 7 categories (I do worst in math but still better than 4/5 people my age). I do not have dementia. Has driving in Vancouver, recently rated the 2nd worst city in NA for traffic, RUINED my driving??? POSSIBLY. But I don’t need to surrender my licence yet.
Since Paul says this to me every time we get together in an attempt to get me to admit it’s my fault, I stopped inserting myself in the picture and told him what to do to fix it. Thirty seconds later he tells me he keeps missing appointments and he’s anxious about his skull scan. The lack of insight which characterizes his ailment is a sore trial, but he has not stopped being loveable good company when he’s not grumping about the shitty hand he’s been dealt.
Peggy’s biscotti response:
No one seems to know where the bag of biscotti came from. I tested them for poison and survived. It was necessary to have a second test to be sure.
I am suspicious that they came from you and just wanted to say thank you
My response to this:
It was hilarious. I tried the door and came in. I said, Hello this house. Then I said Hello this house, louder, and Kali ran up barking and I assumed the sniff hand position and said in a jolly voice, relax Kali you know me. I could hear voices (?) coming from the downstairs bathroom, the door of which was closed, and not wanting to linger and loving the idea that I could just manifest biscotti in your house, I put the biscotti on the counter, ensured that the dog did not escape and the door was in fact latched, and departed, to Paul, who was waiting in the car.
Sue’s response:
I was out getting a mani/pedi and when I came home, love was at my door.Sue
That was so sweet of you. I’m sorry I wasn’t home but not sorry cause it was such a wonderful surprise. I shall have biscotti with hot sweet tea this very evening.
She’s still not fully recovered from her blerg. Hope to see her Saturday instead.
Made biscotti. I will try to deliver them today.
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D Roti Shak for supper, as always it was super wonderful. We should probably do a shop today.
Hopefully Suzanne will be pleased that I folded all my laundry (she often does it for me), washed all her cleaning cloths and am about to launder the kitchen rugs so she doesn’t have to. Her lungs are still in terrible shape from her cold.
I’m also going to bake biscotti this morning; I made the dough yesterday and I’m letting it warm slightly for ease of log-shaping. Should make for nicer ‘crumbs’ as proofing (up to a point) makes the outcome better.
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Be level headed and practical in your kindness today!
Jim Palmer’s Celebration of Life has been confirmed for April 29. Keith, Kate and however many kids, me and Paul all plan to go. More details as events warrant.
Buster finds that weather a sore trial. Checked ventusky and the swells travelling down the coast from Haida Gwaii to Mexico are the same size as current Antarctic storms….
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Started watching the spy/dramatized historical show ‘A Spy among Friends’ with Damien Lewis, Guy Pearce and Anna Maxwell Martin, all actors we enjoy. I quite liked the script but the ‘jumping around timelines to keep it interesting’ overdid it and a couple of times we were scrambling to figure out where we were and what year it was supposed to be. That will not stop us from watching it.
I need to go for a walk today. At the absolute minimum I need to get out of the house for more than fetching delivery from the stoop.
Still snickering about Joe Biden going for a stroll in Kyiv. He was an asshole for crushing the railway strike – as events in East Palestine show – but damn he had to be brave to take that walk. Right before Putie’s all staff meeting, er, address to the nation. He must have been incandescent with rage. LOL.
Officially old, got my pension letter from service Canada.
Perhaps I should pop over to Caspell Junction.
All I did yesterday was change my clothes, post to my blog, roast all the remaining almonds (fit for three batches of biscotti), do the Wordle, complete Lumosity training for the day, get Jeff some tea and a fried egg sammy (I just had the eggs with the bell peppers I roasted the other day), take my pills, throw out some compostables, empty the sink, train the cat with paw claps and running catches, police up my eyebrows, run the dishwasher, watch TV including the most recent TLoU and Vera, talk to Aunt Mary on the phone, work on Totally Boned, post shit on twitter and facebook, and order Japanese food (finally got the amount right, we had virtually no leftovers.)
I also read a lot of stuff on the internet about long COVID. Anyone reading this has survived a mass disabling event, and we’re either irritable or transfixed with our grief. When will we come to an understanding that we’ve globally:
Normalized people dropping dead from cardiovascular issues…. at any age.
increased the number of children who will never be able to pursue gainful employment in a fashion that is useful to end stage capitalism due to thymus collapse; as adults they will be immunocompromised for their entire lives. You know how in Victorian times there were ‘delicate children’, well, this kid over here will have had a stroke at age three and have a withered arm; this kid over there will die if she doesn’t get her allergy medication and her albuterol; that kid over there had a series of mini strokes in utero and will never take herself to the toilet unassisted; this kid over here will move to the city with his parents at the age of five and never be healthy again; these kids will catch fungal infections from playing in contaminated water after an earthquake and slowly die as their lungs turn black from the inside out; and all these kids here and there will die of childhood ailments because no group of people is consistently vaccinating against them any more and water treatment will get harder and harder as there’s less and less water.
reduced the fertility of the smallest upcoming generation in history and so we will thus be subjected, over and over, in family after family, to our own little version of the ‘children of men’. The current fertility data for younger people is horrifying. Many young men simply aren’t producing enough motile and healthy sperm to be able to count on fathering children if they get the opportunity. For young women, the problem will not so much be getting pregnant (although anecdotally this seems to be an issue) as maintaining a pregnancy for 8 months and then not dying of the consequences of gestational diabetes, like eclampsia, or losing the child late in the pregnancy. Eclampsia events during pregnancy have increased (according to the CDC (US)) by 30 PERCENT IN THE LAST SEVERAL YEARS. (If you don’t hear the original Star Trek klaxon at this point you’re not getting me, here.) Since the pando started. COVID hides in reproductive tissues as easily as anywhere else in the human body. Fertility gods and goddesses are planning a comeback.
and so ….in sum …. we’ve fixed it so that we’ll, as a species, have fewer kids and more of them will be born disabled, or sacrificed to disability after they’re born because of terrible public health policies.
The people who will bear the brunt of all this are women. Because we carry children. Because we birth them. Because we care for them. And because the patriarchy would rather that we women die and the children be born.
So my mood is bleak, on this day after ‘family day.’
The smell of roasting bell peppers (for sammiches) is filling the house. They were brought by Keith, who’s starting a buyer’s coop for costco runs. We had a lovely and information-dense convo.
Spoke to Paul briefly yesterday. Janice was having car trouble so he got put on a bus and got back Thursday. This required Keith to move the BRAIN IMAGING APPOINTMENT again, so the less I say about that the better.
Mike and Jeff and I watched Samsara (2001) and Mike had already seen and loved it but Jeff and I were blown away.
Just started watching “Poker Face”; Rian Johnson writing what Natasha Lyonne says? YES PLEASE THANK YOU.
He is playing on his tablet currently and we’re marshalling the energy to walk over to Timmy Ho’s. When we get back we’re going to put strings on the kid’s sized guitar his dad got him; Mike bought me a second restringing tool a few weeks back so that will make it all much easier. I may leave it in an open tuning so it’s more fun for him to play, then again maybe not.
I thought I put too much ham in the split pea with ham soup and Jeff says naw sis. It’s really damned good.
Slept much better downstairs than I normally do because I hauled the weighted blanket Keith and Kate gave me downstairs. What a difference.
Spoke to Dave yesterday.
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Jeff has blerg from his most recent vaccination. He announced that he is dying.
I have a lot of new bruises and sore muscles but I don’t feel bad. 19,255 words. Called a friend, did two loads of laundry, practiced on most of my instruments and did no cooking. A win of a day.
Russian conscripts, barely trained, are being thrown into the meatgrinder of eastern Ukraine with meagre equipment and terrible food. I don’t know what Putin is doing, but perhaps he thinks it’s better to make Russian martyrs for the time being than to whip out a nuke which will make the people closest to him fear for their lives, should he be so bloody minded as to use it.
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Keith and I are on deck to look after Ryker today since Suzanne is ill. I didn’t get any calls or emails yesterday saying she’s coming so I’ll be heading out in an hour.
I am looking forward to it but I know I’m going to be a wreck when I get home har de har.
Keith and Paul had a successful expotition. Janice is driving Paul back in a couple of days and then visiting for a few days, and Keith as mentioned is back and prepping for a day full of Ryker hopefully by being completely unconscious at the moment (it’s 4:51 am). I’ll be asking Katie for his routine and feeding schedule when I get over there.
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I’m blowing hot and cold on taking the laptop. I think I’ll take the new uke. Of course that will drive Keith nuts but oh well.
One of my dearest dears on twitter is an MSU grad and the shooting took place in her old dorm (3 dead, shooter unalived himself) and so I woke up to twitter this morning this dear woman who is a therapist herself needing therapy herself and literally not knowing who to call after a white night. She doesn’t think she can work today…..
Made marinated tofu with bok choi and carrot over chow mein noodles. The marinade was malt vinegar, sesame oil, sugar, cayenne, garlic powder, veggie bouillon paste and soy sauce. Fried stuff up separately and then assembled it; it was too bland so I dumped in the marinade and after that it was quite tasty. Because Jeff is great he put it away when I forgot to. Forgot the ginger and onions because I’m a fool.
Watched the Super Bowl. If Rihanna wasn’t high as humans get, I’ll eat my shoe – her first live show in 7 years by all accounts. It was actually a pretty good game and Mahomes and Hurts were very entertaining to watch.
I hope you all have a lovely day. I’m going to continue to work away on the new uke, Argella.
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Alex and Katie and Dax got family time, Ryker’s off at Dad Mike’s until 4 pm today, Keith and Paul safely arrived at Hank’s and things are okay here, too. The most interesting thing about Alex from yesterday is that he has an irrational fear of alleyways. Was NOT expecting that.
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The US shot down a UFO over Cumtown, Alaska, 69 days before 4/20. Whoever’s running this simulation has a simply terrible sense of humour and should be chided with great chidings. Apparently the UFO was the size of a car, moving independently ‘but erratically’ and nobody is saying a goddamned thing about who might be behind it.
Jeff and I fell face down into the show on Netflix called “The Sinner”. We’re basically bingeing it. I don’t recommend it unless you like noir, recovered memories, police procedural … that sort of thing. Bill Pullman is terrifyingly good. You think ‘well he’s not really doing anything’ but his exhaustion and anguish and desperation is always an eyelash flick away from the surface. I’m glad I’m watching it because Ronit Kirchman, who wrote the score and theme, really knows what the hell she’s doing and comes up with some apposite industrial and non-standard soundtrack music. With her stuff you’re either not even hearing it because it so closely matches the events on screen it’s seamless, or it’s so good you wish that part could play longer…
I did almost none of the things I said I’d do yesterday, but candidly any day I don’t run out into the street starkers yelling bushwah is a day on the positive side of the ledger.
Walmart Canada has apparently removed its dressing rooms because ‘they were causing too much trouble’. WUT. Okay you know how it’s legal in Canada for a woman to have her tiddies out publiquement, just none of us DO it? well I don’t unless I’m at Wreck Beach, but whatever. I was just thinking legal boobs, no changing room, art prank, Walmart: GO!
I slept okay til about two, and now I’m trying to degrump myself to prepare for the schlep since Jeff has agreed that’s the plan. I’m setting my alarm so I don’t sleep thru the departure time again, like yesterday ….
