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!
Greg and Tracey and Garry and Diane just sent me flowers for the ‘job well done’ for Granny’s memorial. Words cannot adequately express what it means to me, so I’ll just say a) the flowers are gorgeous and b) that on top of the emotion of Canada scoring 6 zip on Norway is almost too much.
And I just pulled choc chip cookies from the oven, so I have lots to celebrate.
There is no gravity; the Earth sucks. Gravity does not exist as a separate property of matter, it’s a byproduct of entropy. Go go gadget string theory! Oh, and this is a neener neener to Jeff; I have supported string theory since the instant I first heard about it, and he pooh poohs the notion.
This is not gonna end well. DNA REV 2.0
Olympics, so no Castle. Wah.
Italian hillside heads for the rhubarb.
Free trade (in quotes) and massive local corruption and crappy infrastructure make for African starvation.
All five of us (me, Paul, Keith, Kate and Jeff) were here last night eating, not drinking, and watching TV. That’s right, Jeff let the beer run out. Secretly I am pleased, but you wouldn’t have been able to tell from my undeviating stream of complaint last night.
Do you suppose Canada can actually learn from the mistakes of others?
Greece is hosed and the Euro dooooomed. Doomed I tell you.
I’m pretty sure this is a repeat, but I loves it. Gerald sent it.
Church this morning was good. I ate lunch over at Planet Bachelor. I have camembert.
Life is simple and excellent.
Jeff and I bought a couch yesterday. The couch in the media room is actually a loveseat which has seen better days, so we are going to arrange things so that 5 people can comfortably sit downstairs to watch the tube. The couch should be delivered today. Shopping at IKEA yesterday was nothing short of grisly, and I had to be stroppy to the server when he gave me the wrong paperwork for the delivery. I wasn’t very stroppy, but I asked him if he’d recently considered another job.
I need to finish writing out some recipes for a church fundraiser.
Jeff will be renting a truck to get the rest of the furniture and boxes from Granny’s apartment.
The dryer quit. It being CNY it’s not likely that anything much will happen around the replacement until mid next week, but at least the land peer knows about it. I wish I had more clean clothes, but I should be able to get through the week if I iron some stuff.
I made very nice chocolate chip cookies yesterday, also bacon and eggs, also a roast beast with veg. Now I have to make the kitchen look like none of these activities happened.
I am heading off to church in a couple of hours.
Bless you all. Never was a twitpic more aptly named….
Yeah, this sums it up for me. Please don’t damage property for no good reason.
Well, I’ve been busy. Granny’s eulogy follows.
My eyes are still itchy but I slept really well last night, and that always makes life an easier place.
Time to go downstairs and swap over laundry (I’d forgotten a load, bleaugh, but at least it wasn’t clothing) so we can have nice clean rugs in the kitchen.
Keith and Paul were over last night for an NCIS fest. Gibbs yelling at Fornell about his car = win.
But really, no one cares about it so I’ll go on to the other stuff. I was supposed to take the mando to Tom’s but I cocooned downstairs with Jeff and blasted through some stuff on the PVR. Tonight I am not convinced that going to choir is going to help my current state of sniffiness. Feb 20 is the next housefilk at Tom and Peggy’s *yay*. Jeff brought home a thumb drive full of pics of Granny so I can do the order of service. And somewhere in there… Valentines.
It’s amazing how gaming can completely eat your brain. I was awake because I had to wake up to sneeze. You can’t sneeze when you’re asleep, which I kinda assumed because I’ve never seen or heard anybody sneeze in their sleep.
I am not quite breathing through my mouth yet but I am pretty stuffed up, which I am attributing to allergies.
I’ve been asked to blog for a local news site. More on that later (if I ever get a password).
Well, if I’m going to get to work I’d better get a move on.
It’s short, but it is as heart felt as I could make it without becoming treacly or mawkish. I’ll post it after the service.
Next up….. the order of service itself. The minister who will be saying a few words is anxious to get it, and I don’t blame him!!!
Seattle Bus Driver gets beaten up. This story caught my eye for a number of reasons. The biggest one is that the bus driver is forgiving her attacker.
Reviewing church. *this article was disabled. I have no idea, as it was current. Anyway, it was about a pastor who’s paying $50 to the unchurched to come to services and review them. [URL fixed by JR 2013May21]