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!
Had to call Jeff at home to tell him to turn the coffee off……
More practicing. Maybe I should just make that my morning thing for a couple of hours, I’ll be an expert in no time. Sure … I … will.
Sent an email to a coworker that included the sig line “IN SPACE NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM THIS IS SPARTA” in response to him misspelling Spartanburg SC in a customer case.
Sigh.
Took Jeff out to breakfast, which was lovely, and then many past and present board members got together to do boring banking stuff, and now I’m back home having accomplished the first of my fiduciary duties.
Now more mando. But not until I watch some Vixy and Tony on youtube.
This is a VERY inspiring video.
Yesterday Paul and I helped move concrete. My reward was yummy veggies and a de-alcoholized Becks. We got to see Brian and Chari (Brian sucking back coffee and watching us work because he just had a hernia operation and Trent thought he was saying it for laffs but I saw scars.) Big tummy time with Shannon, who’s expecting another boy, which makes me happy, because Jerome and Shannon are an awesome couple and they will grow fine men. Learned that Braden likes the Marine Band harmonica I got him, and got back Jeff’s containers (only took me a year).
Keith and Katie were here last night. I am quietly happy, but JICOAB, my whole body hurts today.
Now to church and to get a veggie platter along the way.
Helping Jerome with concrete this afternoon – hope to run into some friends as well.
Sucked it up and bought car insurance. I am putting together a list of work on the car to justify my asking price. Paul also helped by sending me a nice pic of Ziva.
Put together a care package for Katie for her move (envelopes, stamps, etc.) She’s been going nuts buying stuff. Dropped her off at work. Happy sigh.
Tomorrow church AGM and for supper off to the John B to suck back some Shirley Temples (yes, I’m still not drinking) and pub grub and watch ….. the BLUUUUUUUUUUE MEEEEEEEEEEENIES. Because I loves them, and Mike and Rozo may come, and Jeff said he’d go too.
I cleaned about half of the kitchen and once I make that list and update the craigslist ad, I’m going to go back to doing that.
Some good news. Crowd sourced science is here. https://www.microryza.com/ I WANNA KNOW WHAT’S IN THAT JAR, yes I duz.
Amen. http://icanhascheezburger.com/2012/04/14/funny-dog-pictures-licking-life-to-the-fullest/
hahahahahaha. Yes, I know you may not get this but I laughed my ass off http://scifi.icanhascheezburger.com/2012/04/13/sci-fi-fantasy-harry-potter-crew-sent-to-azkaban/
Oh look an open mic walking distance from my house! (link deleted)
Still recovering from Migraineish thing what attacked my brain. Slept most of yesterday.
Jeff had chocolate ice cream for breakfast. It’s my fault, I bought it.
His name is Smoky, and he’s an electric-acoustic cutaway with a built in tuner, made by Seagull. I put desperately needed new strings on him, and he sounds lovely. Got him for approximately half price, and there’s not a mark or fretwear on him.
Also, I solved an extremely irksome problem in Finale Songwriter this morning, so now I can continue working on writing tunes down.
The office move went well. The only thing that got lost from my desk was a trash can and one of my stalwart coworkers bagged me one. I thought I had a shitty deal in terms of location, but the proof of the seating plan is in the actual results, and in this case I declare myself pleased, and I’m glad they put the cacklers close together, because G. and I both cackle when we laugh. Also, who the hell’s idea was it to leave our fax number on the floor above? GawDAMM.
Jerome dropped by yesterday, and how awesome to see him! Shannon’s expecting again, and of course my family can never be too big. He was describing how Braden plays with the harmonica I gave him, which of course nearly made my heart ‘splode with joy.
Time to go put some more laundry away. I can hear Jeff blasting shit in Skyrim. Herewith Dara Korra’ti’s lovely song, Fuck You Skyrim.
Now all that remains is for me to:
Take down the quilted hanging mOm made for Katie (it was either that or the labyrinth, which in some respects works better but colour wise works worse) to put on the podium.
Print out children’s story and homily,
Practice the song through a couple more times with Tom and Peggy once we get to church; Rowan already knows about the sound requirements as I remembered just before I lost consciousness last night to email him. He has already emailed me back letting me know he’s hep. Which he has to be, being a professional accordion player and all, not just Beacon’s sound guy.
Kill a few more trees and print out the music for anybody who wants it.
Get myself ritually clean (ha ha jk)
Pick out my Sabbath garment (something of suitable size and robustness for an occasion of this nature)
Get there about an hour early to do a nice leisurely shop for yummy treats and flowers for the service as I kinda want to splash out a bit. After all there’s a good chance Mike and Rozo are coming (let’s just say that my enjoyment of the occasion will not be destroyed if they don’t come.)
After it’s all over I’m going to go visit some Beacon elders, or possibly just one elder, in hospital. She fell and broke some ribs, poor doll; I phoned her spouse last night and commiserated with him briefly and found out that her loss is my gain; since she’s in the hospital right across the street from the church and her hubby, who would not otherwise have come to church if she’d been released already, will be at church tomorrow. And I really shouldn’t have put it that way, but I enjoy preaching when they are there since they do appreciate my work. Healing thoughts and energy your way, folks. The other elder is waiting for transfer to a care facility, and is apparently a very hard case to go visit because she’s claiming to be imprisoned against her will, part of the whole ‘being unclear on your current role in life’s rich pageant’ gig that is part of being frail and demented elderly. Dunno if I’m going to have the chops for that, but I can at least plan.
I didn’t visit her.
After that’s all done, come home for the very last SG1 (barring the movies) and hopefully something yummy for Easter Dinner. I’ll be checking out what Thrifty’s has on offer for that score. I’m thinking roast beast, maybe something over the top like prime rib. Or maybe one of those stuffed turkey breasts suitable for a small number of diners. Or maybe I’ll just say screw it and take Jeff out for dinner. He has fallen host to the Skyrim virus.
Speaking of which… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALbQQzePzt4&list=UUXoIFuHdVHm-Zp9umA2seRQ&index=1&feature=plcp
One of the best fan videos EVER and it’s mercifully short with great production values.
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Katie was here briefly last night and went out again (to see a movie with friends). I didn’t enquire and she did not volunteer.
Yay! New passport, which has a much better pic, SOON.
So Paul dragged me out of the house for a walk yesterday (I wore my cloak, as it was the perfect weather for it) and while we were walking up Davies Dave the Plumber and his wife tried to run us down in his truck while we cowered in fear.
Uh, no, but I can imagine somebody watching thinking that. Dave, a devout Sikh and one of the best plumbers and pipefitters in the lower mainland, has a puckish sense of humour. We chatted for a bit and continued on with our walk, much amused by our ‘near miss’.
When Paul and I first got this house outfitted for a gas stove, Dave did the work. I came back from my first interview with (previous x 2 company) all bubbly and happy and then I got all sad face because when I asked how the work was coming on and both Paul and Dave with straight faces said “Terrible, it’s not working”, and then when I got testy they burst out laughing. They had not actually prearranged this little gag so you can see why Paul and Dave were two peas in a pod. I am thankful to know such good tradesmen, and I particularly thank him for the amazing work he did when the ‘spring’ happened in the back yard at the Augur Inn.
Paul’s on course for six weeks and has weekends off and no nights. I’m sure he’ll enjoy that.
Jeff is still feeling crappy but he took some small amount of food yesterday.
The idiot ex has quit harassing Katie.
Keith came in to the office on Friday and we played Forbidden Island with the D-man.
I made borscht for the Sasamat soup lunch this morning. It is FREAKING AWESOME, but I betcha I’m gonna be musical in the office tomorrow.
I have one more load of laundry to do and then all my laundry will be clean.
I told the Worship committee Easter will be my last homily for Beacon, as I am going to have a stressful 2012-13 year at church (I am taking on a much bigger role in terms of governance) and I need to reduce stressors big time. I think King Jesus is a great topic and I’m going to be going out with a ‘bang’ so to speak.
I have decided that I am going to write a book about customer service. mOm is going to help me with it.
I took food to Sue on Friday; her knee is ow-ie. I asked her how the hell she’s going to be in two plays between now and the middle of May and she laughed and said that the roles require her to be in bed for most of the shows. I thought this was a stupendous coincidence and congratulated her on what appeared to be prescience.
I have pulled so much fur off Margot in the last three days (she’s doing the spring shed) that she’s having existential angst as it appears to her I’ve pulled a Margot-equivalent of fur off her already and she doesn’t understand that she can still be here.
Well, it’s that time again. I’m doing the coffee in church today so I won’t be upstairs listening to the service. Tom’s friend is being memorialized this afternoon so no rehearsal for my new song to be performed in church, we’re hoping Monday night now.
If you don’t have a will please write it up now.
Let’s just say I haven’t been this concerned with a family member’s bowel movements since Katie was in onesies.
Keith is coming for lunch today.
Those two statements have nothing to do with each other.
PS. If you are over 40 and don’t have a will, f(kk you. Poor Tom lost another friend this past week and he died intestate. And now Tom is getting sucked into yet another emotio-legal friend dying intestate mess, with a side of ‘and he owned a business’.
Puddled last night with Tom, Peggy, Paul and Katie. Feel MUCH better today in body, although my schnorker is still rather congested.
Got irksome news from Katie. Since people I really don’t like read this blog I’ll leave it at that except to say that she has it under control and she’s taking it as seriously as it needs to be taken.
Keith has interesting developments in his personal life of which I can say no more.
My personal developments consist of telling guys who want to have sex with me without reference to anything resembling a relationship to come the fuck out as poly and work on their goddamn communication skills. But nicer than that, I’m occasionally capable of compassion.
2020 says how badly I wanted to out this dude but I dint
A total stranger watched me drop my phone and returned it to me via the restaurant I dropped it outside. Paul fetched it for me. How can I think I live someplace uncivilized under those circumstances?
I have to sell Ziva. She’s going on Craigslist as soon as I get my ass home tonight.
I just read on about.com (in a column about “The Worst Car You Ever Owned”) “Owning this car was like being married to A Supermodel with a Cocaine Problem.”
The latest round of repairs to Ziva appears to have more or less fixed the running rough on start up issue, and the rad had to be replaced because it was leaking and we have indoor outdoor cats. This will stop rad fluid from getting into the head gaskets. Thus the amusement about the above noted comment.
Margot’s blookhy eye is MUCH better, the pus is less, the redness almost entirely absent, although she yowls like a serval when I grab her to put the eyegoop from the vet in her eye. I need to trim her whiskers again, as they curl back into her eye and I think that’s what caused this last ailment.
I am coughing, sneezing, wheezing and I feel like I’ve broken a rib. Everybody in the house has been sick with a cold; feline and primate cheerfully shedding virus all over each other.
Music 2night with Cindy, possibly Paul too, who knows. I think I’ll stick with playing, because all that comes out when I actually sing is a hideous croaking noise.
Sunday I go corrupt the minds of our youth. Yes, I am participating in youth RE and talking about “My Life So Far.”
Katie and I got to gab for about three hours last night, and it was AWESOME. She’s really a remarkable person; when she talks about the elders in the care facility she works at her voice is full of such joy and tenderness and humour that it just gives me the shivers.
She’s finally gotten her hours back, as her nemesis quit or was fired, we’re not sure, and so she’s looking forward to getting her own apartment. And not. We talked about that for a good long while.
http://www.uni-mainz.de/eng/15114.php <—- article on training to manage tinnitus.
Cindy and I will sing on Friday, about time. I have three count’em three new songs for her since the last time I laid eyes on her.
Work continues breathlessly along. The pulled pork ciabatta sammich in the caf today was like a religious experience. Had a lovely chat with the D-man about economics and the revenge of unintended consequences.
Haven’t heard from Katie in days. But her shit’s still at my house, sigh.
Sunday dinner we’re having the Planet Bachelor folks over for Roast something and assorted veg, and then some kind of new cool board game afterwards.
Last couple of SG1 episodes entered the meh zone. Oh well. It still has ‘moments’.
Margot has gotten into the habit of bear hugging Eddie as he walks by. The visual effect is peepantsingly hilarious.
Up again at 6:30, after a dream during which a cop with a hot dog stand style radar gun pulled me over and I said to him in annoyance “My car is supposed to go fast”. And then I woke up.
Weather is pleasant today, with many many crows.
Katie and Jeff and I had a very pleasant evening.
There’s going to be a Housefilk at Casa Libra! I loves me those folks, the last housefilk over there was stunningly awesome. And resulted in Jeff and I getting Al Jazeera in the house, so it’s amazing how the tentacles of filk affect all of my daily life.
The Bean is walking! Also climbing, chortling and being a very mobile Beanpie. I am looking forward to my next chance to chase after him.
Poor Tanya, my coworker. She’s got a pinched nerve in her back and is feeling dreadful. All I can say is thank god it’s slow on the phone or it would be insane around here. Hope she’s back on Monday but if not I hope she feels better soon.
Katie gave me a new top that wasn’t fitting her properly and I’m wearing it to work today. She’s going to go look at another apartment tonight. She has started to take my advice about dressing up to go look at apartments. Yeah, kid, your mother ain’t a total frikkin’ moron, but whatever.
I leave you with cute video… http://icanhascheezburger.com/2012/01/05/funny-pictures-videos-cat-and-deer-snuggle/