an extremely memorable day

whales in the Salish Sea

humpback whales

I sat it out, to save seats, and my poor tired corpus, amused at how the vessel shifted slightly as roughly half of the passengers streamed to the bow

Alex let me put a scrunchy in his hair. I put it on so his slightest tug could pull it out. He lived with it a while, I pulled it off when he complained. I told him that it got his hair off his neck, and that he could feel the air on the back of his neck now, which made him turn his head from side to side quite rapidly like a little automaton, an image I’m not likely to lose anytime soon. About thirty seconds later, maybe less, he wanted it off. His mom got it back on another couple of times, but he’s using GRANDMA POWER by preferentially favouring me over his mother as a way of contesting wills with her. Which his mamabear took with grace and no more than an amused grimace for comment.

We saw about a gazillion lizards (I saw three) out front of the Butterfly House. They are introduced and a direct competitor of a local lizard (although they may share a hibernaculum with the Northwestern Alligator Lizard in at least one location so I am informed by Reptiles of BC.) We had a lovely lovely meal at Sassy’s. We had an uneventful trip home, except as above noted.

I wore a bra, my pale magenta eshakti dress, cotton granny pants, my pink blue and black tie dye tights, & my hair in a black scrunchie, to court my queer platonic parrot.

Little E was busy eating (as he ate little clouds of powder swirled around his face, a most unusual special effect) and partly for this reason did not respond as hoped to my courtship greeting. I bowed and bobbed to him a couple of times and he eyed me speculatively but without postural indication of interest, since some witless motherfucker started making of all things chicken noises at him and he shifted his attention from me to WMF with the clearest posture of disdain one could imagine.

Leaving him to his feckless audience, I turned to say hi to someone else and learned that he’d swooped to the floor to land half a metre from my feet. I greeted him, slowly put my hand to the floor and slowly rose, as he climbed up me. He groomed me to a faretheewell (Buster’s interest in my face when I got home was pretty funny – chin, lips and cheek, same same like Little E).

Many thanks to the fOlks for sponsoring my beautiful weekend. I feel much restored.

My weighted blanket is here, I slept like a log, I felt so good I got up and went to Timmy Ho’s for me and Jeff.


site very slow

For some reason (not being hacked) this site is running super slow. Fear not, it’s here. 2.35K words on chapter. I love doing research, I just wish I was more disciplined at it, LOL. Ferry is booked for tomorrow.

I had a very nice day yesterday. Laura fed us a simply exquisite luncheon on her immense balcony (16th and Cambie facing north, ah) including smoked salmon rollups, meat and vegan quesadillas, an amazing salad, and a delicious lemon sponge custard that was like a stolen kiss from your favourite boi.

We were late for Osteofit (SOAP Hall from above noted location is like HOLY COW THE TRAFFIC) and then I went home and collapsed.

Today I’ve taken my vitamins, written some, practiced some….


Still alive, still kicking. Current chapter (Detour) is at 2K words. Sent some food home with Paul yesterday, hoping the kids would get some, which I’ve already learned that Katie took to lunch, yay me.

Got an email from Dave of a new poem, which is quite tasty.

Lunch bunch and exercise today apparently.

Cindy’s oldest is getting married tomorrow.

momsday 2019

Keith got a haircut, he looks like a movie star now. SRSLY. I am thrilled past words. He came over yestreen to catch up on Game of Thrones.

He and Katie bought me a weighted blanket for momsday and I’m thrilled about that toooo – it hasn’t arrived yet but everything takes longer in Canada.

Thinking of trying to talk Jeff into taking me out for a doughnut breakfast.


730 words yesterday on fanfic

Get enough sleep and it’s amazing

I am well rested, and in an hour or so will be off to the brekky place with Katie and possibly brO.

Mike’s at Trent’s ManCave™ finishing off the Mustang so he can get it back on the road. I was hoping to see him tomorrow but scuffed knuckles come first. He told me he bought a looper and now I’m mad chuffed to see it. His forearms were so sore they were in spasm the last time I saw him, poor guy.

Started watching the UK show Coroner, really liking it! the coroner/cop investigative team is very well done.

Some woman on reddit wants to know Am I The Asshole for breaking up with a man who admitted he had sex with sheep. My comment : How do you explain to a man with that kind of interior landscape that the real issue is not that he 3x interfered w/ sheep, (although “pick a gif for squick”), but that he doesn’t seem to understand the concept of informed consent, which would make any real life they had a mess.

If he was serious about never doing it again he shoulda kept his muttonhole shut.

I will try to work on Cuffs some more today but I need some kind of narrative hook that doesn’t involved 7 point fucking three billion dollars in money laundering. The fact that my novel has now collided with reality is fucking me up.

Was looking for a weapon from my Scythian heritage (the first blue eyed red heads!!!) and found this tasty store.

4800 words in one day

Which I can’t share, heavy sigh, although parts of it are quite hilarious.

Supposedly going to Victoria this weekend, I just… don’t want to move. Plus those fuckers at BC Ferries messed up the strakes on one of the Spirit class vessels and so the entire Van-Vic run is screwed up.

The scotch broom is blooming so my eyes are a scratchy mess of goo and debris.

I am not all right. I made the mistake of looking at job ads, and I can’t stop crying. Or maybe that’s my body trying to get the allergens out.

  1. I already applied to this job. They are going through candidates really fast. I don’t want to work there.
  2. I was going to apply to this job but they put something in the ad to make it obvious they want an attractive woman under 30.
  3. I was going to apply to this job but they said, “we treat people like family” and that’s FUCKING HORRIBLE under capitalism, financial and emotional exploitation no thanks
  4. This company is a known scam, I don’t even have to look it up.
  5. This company wants to pay the minimum wage to someone with 10 years’ experience.

I could go on.

But I won’t. I hate the fucking world right now, and it’s indifferent right back.

Rough couple of days

I gave blood on Saturday, forgot twice so far this week to take my vitamins, and have up until this morning felt like hammered shit, thanks for asking.

I’ve written 3k words of fanfic since 230 this morning and I wish I could share the title, since it’s the best one I’ve ever come up with in the entire time I’ve been writing.

Jeff is helping me with my taxes, for which I offer public thanks and immense private relief.

Now, laundry. My gumption machine has been broken, but I think I can actually get up and move now.



Just rewatched season one episode one of Get Smart

In the first 2:15 was more laugh out loud humour than I am used to in comedy shoes. Shows. I meant to type shows.

Singing with friends

We were all a bit late getting started; the housefilk ran from 8:30 to 12:00 with, for some part of the evening Katie and Alex, Peggy and Tom of course as hosts, Cindy, Tish, Terry, Paul and Mike.

We sang That Godforsaken Hellhole I Call Home, Death to Hamsters, lord above kept track of how many JoCo songs, the Steve Mac filk national anthem, ABSOLUTELY NO FISH, Never Set the Cat on Fire, Lady of Komarr, Dishing with Joyce, It Takes a Lot to Laugh (it takes a train to cry), Willie’s Diamond Joe, Lousy Copilot (original) Lousy Copilot (Cindy’s Stargate Atlantis filk of this), Alexios the Murder Hobo, Frobisher Bay, Mine is an Evil Laugh, one of the Skyrim themes, I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You.

etc etc

and closed with Some Other Planet by Joe Hall, who died April 3. YOU WILL LIVE ON BUDDY


Poor Alex’s daddy is so mentally upset right now, that he’s doing things like handing the kid back during his time and demanding more days per month with him at the same time. Katie is –– och, weel now. Best of daughters, best of mothers, I’ll leave it at that.

Brekky this morning with Katie and Alex and a tour around the beautiful track at New West HS.