Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
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Jeff says it doesn’t work. It works fine for me. I tried resaving it under a different name, no joy. So it was a funny fart reference, I don’t know what else to say. [Jeff says: fixed that for you.]
Two loads of laundry and now to run the dishwasher.
also the kitchen storage next to the stove.
Weird sort of day. I wrote a bit but couldn’t settle. Also had a hella long nap, probably because I was physically tired from my walks.
Two lovely long convos with Keith and mOm. Keith’s thinking about podcasting, I think he’d be great at it.
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ANOTHER walk in the park yesterday, it was lovely, I picked up trash and called the Parks department in Burnaby about maskholes pulling the signs down. Paul said he was going back to the portapotty and then peed in the bushes, TOTALLY STANDARD lol. Lots of maskholes. Piss me off. But the breeze was nice.
Cleaned out the decade+ spices, but I’ll be doing more of that today.
I bought enough fish day before yesterday for Jeff and I to get a supper out of it again, so that was pleasant.
Made cinnamon buns but they were a little doughy.
Gave the landlady the first squash off the pile of squash.
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So there’s signage at Deer Lake Park equivalent to ‘walk this way’ and no, not like Aerosmith, but nobody seems able to read it. Paul and I went for a walk, saw frogs, got halibut and chips and fed ourselves and Jeff lunch.
Today I’m hoping to mount a small shopping expedition.
Advice from @Maria_Tureaud on twitter for a pitch session:
To write a Twitter pitch: 1. Who is your MC? 2. What is their normal? 3. But when X happens, MC faces *stakes so dire* 4. And then MC will/might lose Y/Z
eh, doesn’t really work for me
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I got ALEX FOR TWO HOURS
He was as good as gold. He whined at the very last minute when he realized his momma bear was going to leave and he wasn’t going to get Xenon HE LOVES XENON, but we made recordings and watched TV and I made him homemade choco milk and we laughed very very hard.
Because
before we made new recordings we listened to all of the old ones, and Alex made some noises that were excruciatingly funny and the two of us nearly choked laughing.
And we have sourdough bread thanks to Katie so YES.
Weather was lovely yesterday, it’s overcast and cooler now, also good.
I got a couple more surfaces cleared off in the kitchen.
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Wasp nest growing over yardlights.
SEE YOU IN HELL
above noted is the noted, feted and howlarious burlesque artiste Carrie Finnell. According to twitter’s @WhoresOfYore, “Carrie Finnell (1900-63) was a legend of burlesque. She had complete control of her pectoral muscles & could bounce her boobs out of her dress & move them independently of one another. She called her act ‘The Chestcapades’ & was once the highest paid burlesque act in America.”
Don’t say this isn’t an educational blog, and she’s only mentioned in Wikipedia as a member of the Mutual Burlesque Association, so don’t bother looking her up.
I am thankful for my mOm and pOp and brO.
1 I made fried bread 2 I slept like a boss 3 the weather’s glorious again
Every day in every way I am getting deader and deader
I affirm that affirmations suck and they really only work for people who don’t have Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria LOL
I could have made today better by staying off social media
Tomorrow I will continue to clean small focussed areas of the house.
Media drive is acting weird; Jeff is on it.
Normally I’d be hearing from Katie for breakfast today but all of our habits are shot and besides she has a boyfriend.
Chadwick Boseman’s death (he was the Black Panther) is really ruining a lot of Black people’s weekends right now. The outpouring of grief, of feeling cheated, of feeling that anything good is immediately ripped away, is palpable. See how other black creators held him up on his way to the stars.
I now have a fresh mattress on my bed. As I was putting the weighted blanket back in its cover, I became glad I have two covers thanks to the kids (they gave me an extra cover, I guess they know me or something) because the zipper broke on the winter-weight one. BUT I HAD A SPARE and carried on regardless. I’ll get the other one repaired.
I should call Burnaby pickup.
My west coast Indigenous style masks came. They look like this. and this. I was going to give the hummingbird one to mOm but I think I’m going to keep it, it’s fantastic, and I do love the other ones. And I is greedy. Anyway mOm if you do love the hummingbird one so much you have to have it, just make sure you wash it when I bring it o.O he he
I see from social media that cousin Alex is making a skirt for herself today, and as she wryly commented it was a better activity choice than doomscrolling through the news.
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Weather continues unbelievably fine
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Some son of a seacook stole my bank card details so TD fraud prevention called me and cancelled it and I went in to the New West branch to get another one. Much standing in line, but they come out and bring the elderly into chairs, so that was okay. Picked up batteries for the D’Addario tuner Mike bought me at London Drugs. Also some thumb drives, the 64 gig ones were cheap like borscht.
Poked my head into the New Westminster Library; there’s this writer called Silvia Moreno-Garcia I follow on twitter (I almost met her in real life but she’s TOO GOOD for spits (dunnett events) so No) and she’s forever going on and on and fucking on about a book she wrote called Mexican Gothic, so I put it on hold at the library. I poked my head into Freshii and got a strawberry banana smoothie – delightful, rather small, and not too sweet – and picked up some plant trays for the seedlings I’m growing indoors and finally moved them to their permanent spot in the only remaining south facing window, the one under the cat tree.
Walked about 1.5 k in total, and now I am home. Stayed masked the whole time, took the bus into New West and wandered around. You are obliged to wear a mask on transit now.
I’m planning a calm day at home. I’ve already loaded and unloaded the dishwasher. The two sunflowers have flowered, and we’re gonna have A LOT OF SQUASH, MOSTLY ACORN which, funnily enough, was from an acorn squash we’d just eaten.
I think I forgot to mention that the dogwood flowered again the first week of August.
finally have an appointment with the doc, but it will be weeks before the gtt
Jeff’s off to the dentist. I have replaced my mattress and am now trying to get rid of the debris.
I’m sleepy, but Paul and I got out for a walk and I ran the dishes and now Jeff and I are going to watch Elementary.
Lentil soup for brekky, and when Paul came over I made him a jalapeño havarti and cucumber toasted bagel, and tea, which he devoured as is his wont.
Starting to think that a trip to Victoria should happen sooner rather than later.
Fanfic is 9400 words. If only I could care about Upsun, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
Me singing “Buy me a beer” at the company Christmas party when I dyed my hair and was still employable.
Lots of Laundry yesterday. A couple of months back I instituted Jeff and I using different hand towels to dry off after we wash our hands, trying not to pass any illnesses that come into the house off to each other. True that COVID is virtually never transferred off objects, but there’s still tons of shit that is hand transferred, especially foodborne stuff. It adds about two minutes to my laundry duties cause there are two washrooms and we both use both of them.
Also, Jeff installed a bidet downstairs. I have dubbed it Neptune’s kiss.
Watching the new Perry Mason show, finding it quite entertaining and better set up than many, many prequels.
Stayed up late last night, I have no idea why. I feel kinda bleary this morning.
Calling the doc tomorrow, trying to start this whole test thing up again.
My new mattress has arrived. I need to open up the box and let it offgas for a while.
So a chickadee at Fraser Foreshore Park tried to cadge food out of me – twice, and I was still chuckling when an elderly German lady and her daughter/caregiver came along the path and held up a flicker feather, so I identified it for her, and she went along her way blessing me, so that was weird.
SO MUCH COYOTE SCAT, one lot was black as tar and shiny.
Saw a heron perched at the little pond. Went and looked at the mighty Stô:LŠfrom the Glenlyon observation platform.
After, took Paul to the Pho Hong and picked up some more cactus soil and little pots as the babies all germinated. Like….. all in the same day. Germination rate of over 90 percent for two year old seed, so that was nice. They’re all in pots now and I put them outside after getting the soil nice and saturated.
Up at 3, back in bed at 8, up at noon, back down for another 4 hours, up at 6:30, back down at 9. What a day.
I don’t know why, but I wuz bagged. I think it’s possible it was some kind of migraine; I got physical symptoms yesterday that were ghastly. Then at 9 when I went back to bed I lay in bed writhing for an hour because I thought I was having a heart attack. It was completely psychological, and really horrible. (Real heart attacks don’t go away *every time you sit up to go fetch your brother to go to the hospital*).
I did a lot of breathing and shifting my position to get comfy, and finally slept.
Now I’m going to get up, make tea and get a freaking grip on myself.
The president of Belarus shut off the internet in his country to prevent the spread of a viral video in which a large audience of workers started shouting at him to resign. (apparently he said the only way you’re getting rid of me is killing me and he got the response he oh so richly warranted.) The tankies are sad for him. What is a tankie? It’s a fascist who wants statist communists with brutal regimes to be perfect and powerful. They defend governments like North Korea. No, I’m not joking, I wish I was.
I have re-achieved emotional equilibrium. I wrote another 700 words after I finished the last edit to my blog yesterday. Jeff took me to breakfast. I wear a mask at IHOP whenever I’m not at my own table. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing. My current fave mask is the one I got from Vancouver Aquarium. Next fave is the first one I made, the white one. It’s very comfortable and the most adjustable. Next fave is a standard medical mask. I ordered a bunch more cloth masks from an Indigenous supplier; one of them is a brilliant blue with Coastal art hummingbirds all over it so I bet I know where that one will end up. The other ones I think have stylized orcas, I might be wrong. Kima would be pissed.
There is fresh tea. I make a couple of pots a day and transfer most of it into the iced tea container, once it’s cooled off.
Operation Pee Constantly is still going well. The last lingering wackiness amidships from the kidney stones and the mild infection afterwards is done, thank glob. I’m still getting used to exactly how MUCH more water I have to drink every day to keep this happy state of affairs going, but hopefully I will retrain my body to properly experience thirst.
I am still drinking black tea, but it’s not recommended for a kidney diet, so I’m trying to have at most two cups a day.
Katie recommended bocconcini pearls for cheese and no sodium cheese is a wonderful damned thing, let me assure you. I’m also drinking the low sodium V-8, which tastes weird, which makes me want to put Worcestershire sauce in it, which vitiates its low salt status. La la la. Change of habits continues. Jeff hasn’t minded the not buying treats regimen – we have a whole line of treats we bought pretty much every time we went out to Save-On but I’ll have to make do with home made cinnamon buns, scones and cakes, what a tragedy.
There’s a Buy-Low opening August 26 walking distance from here; they’ll have in house butcher and bakery, among other things. I know people who dislike this chain but they are distinctly cheaper than Save-On, and possibly they will deliver, so we shall see. Anyway it’s close enough to walk. It will be interesting to see where to park for this critter and which roadway one exits from.
Glucose tolerance test on Friday. This will be the fourth time in my life I’ve taken it. This time it’s likely that the DIABEETUS DONE GOT ME although of course I can always adjust my diet (not really, but).
Used the word vitiate in a tweet today. Thought I was using it correctly, looked it up anyway, I was.
the album is called Seya
Kept Buster in overnight, let him out at 4:30.
Trying to think what else to do today besides go for a walk with Paul.
I have a lot of swirling thoughts in my head
Once upon a time
there was a staple gun
it mostly was for work
but sometimes was for fun
when there were bills to post
and scores to settle
we could do it all
with hurtling bits of metal
Picture the tune for this as something like a fifties pablum ballad
