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!
As much as I’d like to make it three for three for days worth of loafing, I am going to go in to work and hack away at some stuff that’s really bothering me. Then I will feel calmer. I figure I’ll get as much done in 4 hours as I would in 12, so it should be okay.
So this will be our third year here.
I keep looking at the little garden patch. I’m just not a gardener.
Jeff did the lawn just in time for the landlords to show up…. very good timing.
I am going to be all alone in the call center today. Usually Fridays are slow. We shall see.
soon
a cafeteria at work
I’m looking forward to that.
I wrote an ingathering song for church what feels like a couple of weeks ago and when I looked in Songwriter to see what the date was it was 2006.
Many o many a weary mile/To be with you, to be with you/Many o many a weary mile/I’ve journeyed to be with you/From the mountains strong/from the valleys green/I bring all the love/and the change I’ve been/many o many a weary mile/I’ve journeyed to be with you.
Just feels weird to have written it five years ago. The songs I write are a kind of diary as well.
Anyway, I have a letter of reference to write so while I’m up and conscious I might as well do that.
Mike’s at second interview stage. Fingees crossed.
There is a LOT going on in my brain that I can’t really upload right now, but in brief, I’m fine, just cogitating hard.
He is so dirtysweet.
I should provide context. It’s my fave ragtime song….. a different recording of this song (same artists) is one I grew up with.
I still love my 12 string. That is all.
Pack cinnamon buns and a whole baked salmon for church. Open and set up. Guest minister; really scrambled service. Dave T the sound tech, may the rich blessings of his hard work attend him, ripped me a copy of Freedom from last week’s service. Got asked for the music.
Helped a tiny bit with cleanup for the mother’s day tea (which was mostly soup and coffee – I had the nine bean plus smokies soup and it was awesome.) Got all pouty over taking dirty dishes home to wash and Peggy released me from that duty. John / Joy S took Carol home which was very kind of them. Talked to Frances Deverell for a bit. Why does everybody think I should go to leadership school? It’s a poser. Food I brought went over well.
Dinner, for which I had help, consisted of Paul and Keith and Kate coming over for dinner, Paul barbecuing salmon, me boiling up a head of cauliflower, Paul committing corn to a watery boil, and me making salad. All the food was fabulous and there’s one tiny bit of leftovers.
After dinner called me mOm and everybody got to talk to her on the phone and that was HER mother’s day present and she has neither to unwrap it nor store it. She mentioned that she’s getting Rawd’s 12 archive boxes of family history stuff. Yikes.
I also played Buzz a lot. My callouses are thick and I’m really enjoying it.
Because it’s so crusty, so tasty, so FRIED.
It’s the only thing I can think about right now. I actually got enough last night but now I’m wanting moreomnomsnore.
Half an hour to dress and get to work. I’m moving as fast as a constipated snail.
I counted 8 turtles (okay, Dustin did, but I helped) from the 4th floor balcony of the new office digs. Think I’m gonna like it.
Had lunch at LifeLabs cafeteria with the ever wondrous Tom U., ran into Mare and Dave De. Good lunch, and Tom paid. Got a link to his picatures.
Mike wondered if I wanted to go to the Oliver Twist and I said, come here, it’s cheaper and I’ve got three pork chops thawed. So that’s what we had for dinner, plus green beans, taters and green salad.
Now a shower of power and a blast off to work.
Oh well. They don’t have a majority government except where it counts; in the ability to pass laws. May the great Parent of the universe take suitable notice and apply fire to the ass of the lazy duckwits who didn’t vote.
Some son of a seacook left a looped piece of cordage tied to the front step at church. I stuck my foot through it and then wrenched my right foot and fell heavily on my left elbow and knee. Then I had to open church as Kathleen couldn’t (but my spidey sense had told me to come to church early anyway….) and get ready to perform. Which I did. Went okay.
Woke at 2 am and could not go back to sleep. The move went fairly slick; all the software seems to be doing okay.
Paul cooked barbecue last night. The chicken from the halal place IS DIVINE, and when Paul ‘cues it, it is truly awesome. Then, I collapsed after supper.
Not super energetic today, and my mood is not assisted by the fact that it’s about 30 degrees C in here right now. The HVAC still needs some ‘adjustment’.
