No order

Finally washed and put away the rags for Suzanne to use. I’ve done three other loads but I only put away the rags and the towels.

I feel entirely deflated after pumping up full of energy to be of service at the memorial, but I must admit it was wonderful to see so many people from Beacon, and even more wonderful to merely be around Jeri Lynn and Jeffrey and Cindy and Peggy. Peggy has made her home a second home to all of us and we are so grateful. She says she thinks her sons were content with how the service went, and of course we can watch it again if we need to.

Baby Ryker has now spent some time twice with his father Mike. Apparently Mike’s mom is doing all the work and so this is me staring, expressionless, at the camera, in case you’re wondering. Ryker is being supplemented with formula anyway and a fed baby is best baby so I won’t hear a damned word about him getting formula. Gatekeeping motherhood in the 21st century is a 20th century thing to do.

Katie in the meantime keeps leaving the house – Jeff and I caught her yesterday taking Alex to the IHOP in New West (Alex told us to our faces that he didn’t want to sit with us and why the hell not, the rest of the time his mother has a baby hanging off her) – while her midwife chides. I was exactly the same way, so I understand.

Cindy wants to perform for Festival of the Living Rooms so that means a) getting together (yay) and rehearsing (double yay). I know I’m the kind of person who’s fucking impossible to get along with creatively but Cindy has a skill set which is just too intriguing and she has that mix of humour, practicality and work ethic which makes her SO WONDERFUL to work with that I, even I, cannot resist. Anyway I’m hoping to get her to revive some of her SG:Atlantis tunes because I’ve been thinking of multiple harmony lines, and of course there are about two dozen songs that we can already fire up hard and fast because we’ve sung them together so much over the years.

I am still working on fanfic. I know I should be doing at least a little more housework today since the kitchen’s an insurrection but I have no care for any of this.

Peggy ate all the salad I made her.

I have to go into town (by which if I don’t specify I mean the Royal city mall in New West) and return library books and go to the bank and run a couple of other errands. I’m up and dressed, I can do this thing!!!

Just retested my vocal range. Today my lowest note is G2 and my highest is D5 so I’m either getting a cold or my testosterone levels are higher.

 

Raining hard today

Tom’s memorial service is today. I gave him that hat. Yesterday we gathered at Peggy’s to rehearse and eat Chinese food (I brought home Singapore style noodles) and I got home about 8:30. It’s almost giddy making to be experiencing SOCIAL INTERACTION and then I got home and had a panic attack for about an hour (thought I was having a heart attack until I realized that the pain went away when I was breathing properly).  Talked to Brooke about how to wean off of Inderal, which was super useful.

Jeff C GAVE me his dulcimer capo but I got him back by paying for dinner. It’s so lovely to be able to sing in a group again.

Quiet day

Yesterday dined at IHOP for breakfast. Jeff took the day off and apart from driving me to pick up the prescription we did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Oh yeah, I may have worked on my puzzle.

Suzanne is here today and there’s a rehearsal for the memorial service.

Here’s a quote from one of my fanfics: “There’s two things trees never do; one is judge, and the other is complain.”

Fraser Foreshore Walk

The tide was highest at noon yesterday and the water in the Fraser River was quite high. Paul said we were expecting rain and it was JUST GORGEOUS – a beautiful golden peach sunset, and quite warm. I took my cane and had no trouble with the usual length of walk.

CBC local news reports that Large Marge the Barge will not be removed until December 6th 2021, the date of the next King tide. Lazy bums eh.

Made lentil soup yesterday. Hoping to make Banana Cake today.

(Yes I did make banana cake.)

Keith had a Battlestar Galactica games night at his house and nobody knew there was a new baby.

Came up with another fanfic idea. About four hundred words on the ‘starlight’ story. Found an absolutely delightful fluffy 70k fanfic I haven’t read before yesterday, it was exactly what I wanted.

very brief walk, a few loads of laundry

I have roused myself from yesterday’s stupor, which could have been caused by anything between a small stroke and the marthambles (possibly hollow heels, see thrumps) or just plain being flattened by the pandemic and Kyle Rittenhouse BEING ACQUITTED like holy shit, and the RCMP officers whose pensions are tied up in tar sands are beating the shit of out the Wet’suwet’en defenders, and the BC government took days to declare an emergency when the Coquihalla is broken like a Lego set, and we’ve got yet a new Delta variant, and I still haven’t practiced anything for Tom’s service and so I’m kind of overwhelmed. There was a baby in there too, I could swear I remember that part.

Anyway, I’ve had breakfast and made tea and started brown buns and filled the dishwasher and emptied the sink and finished a fanfic and it’s only 7:30

Paul and I went for a short walk yesterday – he rode over here on his bicycle and then DIDN’T SEE my bike (which is clearly visible) in the carport so he scared the shit out of me tell me that it had been stolen. I mean, Paul could have majored in ‘looking right at something without seeing it’ the entire time we was merrit but seriously that was not fun. I told him about his flying canoe (it tried to fly during the wind storm).

Spoke to Mike and Dave yesterday on the phone. They both could be doing better but are getting by.

I bet I just go back to bed now.

 

accomplishments … are they?

went to Timmy Ho’s this morning. We shouldn’t have but there you have it. I should have gone to the library but I was too lazy to leave the house a second time. However I did chop up the ginger chicken for sammiches and I did sew elastics onto my orthotic slippers so they fit more snugly and I did add more pieces to the puzzle with the balls of wool and the white kitty cat and I did practice my new song (in the style of Billie Eilish) and Buster prefers that because I’m wearing headphones while I’m doing it so he’s not inconvenienced. Wrote 530 words on the story about the restaurant and 510 words on the story about the artist who makes monumental homoerotic art. Ran the dishwasher. Remembered to take all my drugs. Made poached eggs over diced tomatoes with cumin and garlic for supper and Jeff et it too. Fed the corbies. Tomorrow is Dunnett Day.

We’re going to have an atmospheric river again.

eviction notice

Katie has (allegedly) issued an eviction notice to the downstairs tenant. He unfortunately shows no signs of leaving yet (as far as I know she’s not in labour) and is unresponsive to his mother’s pleas. Still want to call him Riker. That is his nickname. Paul and I picked out names for Keith but when he came out he was a Keith so that’s what we named him.

Today I’m making some more split pea soup.

I’ve been writing 500-1000 words a day, but it’s all fanfic.

 

 

Suzanne is here

She has done the kitchen floor god bless her.

Peggy and I went shopping for a funeral garment for Tom’s service on the 27th and while we were at the Annacis Island Value Village she said, “You know, I thought I didn’t have anything to wear when I was at home but now I think I do.” So she’s going to wear things that were already in her closet and happy I was to go with her.

Paul and I will go for a walk later this afternoon.

I saw a Neptune flying as we were pulling into the Value Village, I assume for a Remembrance Day flyby.

Think I’ll have some mac and cheese.

l a t e r

That didn’t make me happy enough so I put new potatoes, a sweet potato, and a very small acorn squash in the oven and now we wait.

Elders are so precious

OMG my ontie Mary just sent me $25 in the mail to help defray my costs for sending her letters. SHE DEMANDS AT THE OUTSET THAT I AM TO ISSUE NEITHER COMPLAINT NOR DEMURRAL LA!

Someone should tell that rare and precious woman that she’s basically too good for me as a rellie and having said that I will top up the envelope supply; I’m fixed for stamps at the moment.

Graeber quote

I downloaded a spectactularly useful (to me) and clearly written work about anarchism entitled Fragments of an Anarchist Anthropology and have done up this quote:

Graeber quote
Expose, subvert and undermine structures of domination.

Also, I made mac and two cheeses with basil and capers yesterday. Jeff devoured some of the salmon Mike cooked.

We watched the new Bond film, No Time to Die, which, from its Eilish opening song (the film has a cold open that lasts like 25 minutes before you get it) to its final frame is actually very good (with plot holes, I don’t think the Broccoli enterprise does anything else).

Katie came over and we had a nice conversation about the computer she and I are going to subsidize so Alex has a gaming machine.

I have almost two hundred hits on my most recently posted fanfic and one incredibly sweet comment. I have a couple more planned and three more almost finished.

Alex is here!

He’s watching playthrough videos of Poppy Playtime. DO NOT HUG HUGGY WUGGY. That’s really the only thing you need to know about this indie horror game.

We’re about to go for a walk to Timmy Hos. Hopefully it’s still not raining.

I wrote 1000 words on my fanfic this morning. He’s lying next to me playing on his screen and I’m playing on mine.

He drew a bunch of Among Us pictures yesterday. They are quite good.

Alex is coming tonight!

So I will be very exhausted tomorrow.  I have obtained additional children’s art supplies, cleaned myself and I’m thinking of baking cookies. Or maybe cheese scones. I think cheese scones.

and in late breaking news, I’m off to visit Mike tomorrow.

currently writing a fanfic in which a rejected potential mate moves in with the person who rejected him (for silly and complicated reasons that do not bear close examination). There is no such thing as consent in this part of the universe. An all male spa day features heavily.