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!
Jerome and Shannon are getting divorced. Their wedding (I wrote an extensive review September 7 2008) was nigh perfect and I entertained such high hopes. It sounds reasonably amicable. We traded other bad news. (Cancer, dementia, more dementia, issues around caregiving). I’ll see them both, plus their kids, on the 28th.
Damn.
Just, damn.
However I’m working away on fixing it.
Tomorrow I go to the hairdresser and git my head overdid.
Towels are in the laundry.
I have finished the first season of Gentleman Jack. She has just come from a church with her love Ann Walker after they took communion together, the only way two lesbians could ‘marry’ in those days even if it had no legal standing. Here’s a collection of people talking about what the show meant to them.
Elon Musk got invited on stage by Dave Chappelle and the two minutes of booing I just watched on youtube was balm for my wounded soul.
Link is here.
Mike gave me pho congee ages ago and now that I’m on soft food IT IS A BLESSING I tell you. People who cook are awesome.
Yup. Perfectly explains my malaise. Jeff brought me peppermint tea which provided enough mental clarity to start running differential diagnoses. I will be on soft food and following a very strict pill taking regimen (a complete 8 oz of fluid with the pills, maintaining upright posture during the ‘settling in’ period, no lying down right after taking the pills) until I recover. I think I had this earlier this year.
Just watched a video on FB of Jim Palmer huffing helium and singing “Christmas Day in the Morning.”
I am not feeling too communicative, but I’m still alive.
Threw up all my pills yesterday morning so had to take them again; didn’t feel like a human being again until sunset and was super wobbly. No vomiting since. I think All The Pill Taking has abraded my stomach valve, so I’ll be taking fewer of them at once.
I am working on a specifically feminist song. I am enjoying it. There are no lyrics except one line which comes at the end of every verse.
I can’t think of anything else to say.
The liminal glitch
of dark matter
pulls my mind upward
the glitter of stars is a lie
The photons that reach us
are old – no one asks them,
‘Are you tired?’
when they finally get here
and die to bring my nerves
something new
she nevertheless persists
Congrats mOm for weathering and surviving. Hugs from the family!
We are OOGING our way through the chocolate.
From Jerome. Steady readers will be aware I stood in front of the household god in Victoria and told my mOm I had adopted him as a little brother. What a sap I am!! I’ve barely seen him since we stopped working together. However we will have an opportunity to catch up on the 28th, when he will show off his new home. It will be an all ages event. I haven’t seen their boys in a couple of years, I imagine they are enormous now.
Got my bloodwork done but forgot my paperwork for the Bum Efficiency Inspection (FIT) so that will be today.
The Purdy’s chocolate arrived. Jeff and I are rolling around going ‘OOG’ and I think I’ll extract some for gifties so we don’t end up killing ourselves like Kid Shelleen.
I think m&d should start watching The Adventures of Brisco County Jr. It is such a good hearted show, and has many laughs, and a winning performance by Bruce Campbell.
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Jim’s death has been publicly announced.
I have errands I simply must run today and no desire to leave the house.
Ordered Chinese food, not too much. It was quite tasty and I’m looking forward to having it for breakfast.
Brittney Griner has been freed from Russian imprisonment in an unknown location via prisoner swap for Viktor Bout, an arms dealer of very poor reputation. Nothing about this prisoner swap is normal and candidly if someone told me that Russia would get such a high value prisoner (who will probably resume his killing ways) back I’d not have believed it. Terrell Jermaine Starr says this:
The lesson we need to take from Brittney Griner’s imprisonment and release is that the WNBA’s low pay puts their players at risk of being used for political gain by rogue states. Poor WNBA pay created a national security issue that didn’t need to be.
Watched a couple of football games yesterday. There were some really hard hits and even with the new concussion protocols I fear for the beans of the players.
No writing, not even a smidge. I feel upended and emptied and brain broken.
And yet I guess I had a good year on Reddit:
This just means I spent a lot of time on reddit, trying to be helpful, mostly to people younger than me.
Here’s my avatar but you can’t have my user name on reddit because it’s the one place on the internet I’m a real fucking asshole sometimes. (I got kicked off AITA for exactly that reason.)
We’re still sorting out the dishwasher, but the free movement of water issue seems to be cracked, thank you Jeff.
Around 11 am I baked two chicken breasts, pulled out some salad, steamed some carrot medallions and nuked up a potato. It was a very nice brunch to lunch.
I called Paul to condole with him on Jim, and he asked for a ride home from his volunteer job at the charity second hand store because it was a bit too slippery out there for him, and getting dark. I was glad I had the opportunity.
On the way home I had just enough energy to get two 5 inch pies from The Pie Hole – an apple and a butter pecan that was SPECTACULARLY GOOD. Jeff and I have been feeling poopy so that cheered us up. I am definitely feeling some of the more off colour effects of the new medication but I imagine I’ll adjust soon. I also ordered an enormous Purdy’s Christmas chocolate package for Jeff (and myself) to address the ‘not feeling all that great’. I mean, what can it hurt.
I am not really writing. I’ll be back to it soon enough.
Nita and Jim Christmas Day 2003
I have so many wonderful stories, lived so many wonderful moments with him and his family. Jan was calm on the phone but I was not. I made a donation to Morrison Headwaters and promised to send her biscotti.
I am so sad. I just feel gutted. He was the best of men.
I haven’t received official word, but it appears we’ve lost a family member.
Paul got to his appointment yesterday. It was dark when we got back and I realized it was the first time I had driven in the dark for years. Unpleasant; I managed to get lost in my own old neighbourhood for about two seconds (I turned right one turn too early, had to make a left turn onto 16th during rush hour. LOL no.)
It’s 3 am and I’m up so I’m making coffee.
Gosh I’m sad right now.
pOp is on the mend, word comes.
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Slept most of the day yesterday, then slept all night. I was advised that this could happen, so it’s probably just me getting used to the new diuretic. The first time I took it I advised my brother that I was now processing fluid from the twilight zone since I seemed to have peed more than my body weight in a single morning. Jeff pictured me as a slowly turning into a raisin on the john, and I pictured myself falling into the toilet after accidentally flushing myself, so that was pretty funny.
I was supposed to get bloodwork done this past week. Today I take Paul to his doctor – appointment is this afternoon. I got the car so I get to do this; and I want to.
I feel pretty good this morning. pOp is continuing to recover well. I hope to hear more about Jim and Jan from Lois and Ruth this week and they will be meeting up with my folks on Wednesday so I’m looking forward to a full report on that as well.
We’re just cleaning up the last of the leftovers from Keith – a ground beef stew, a kidney bean chili and a tortellini stew. Much appreciated, I should tell him when next I see him.
Gotta pee, strangely enough, take my pills and then pee even harder.
