People: “This is why we can’t have nice things!”
<me making changes>
Universe: “You can have some nice things!”
<me orders some things>
Stressed Government Service I’m Not Blaming: “Your things are arriving tonight. Your package is also in Pennsylvania. We’ll text you that again every day for a week.”
<me getting that text every day for a week>
Company: Hey, that thing we sent you isn’t what we wanted to send you.
<me calls in to check>
Stressed Government Service I’m Not Blaming: “Your stuff is definitely on the way, should be there tonight. Would you like me to text you the link to the report to file since your package is missing?”
Me: Yes please.
<gets text that my number cannot receive texts from their number>
People: “This is why-”
Me: “Shush. Blessings. Count them.”
Personal update department of personal updates presents a small personal Pride/Wrath Month related update from Julian.
Pride month is extra weird this year. The whole world is weird this year. Obviously. All that being said, getting to cruise down Central in a show of solidarity with Black Lives Matter, the…
5/8 Feelings and malware kept me from updating for quite some time, but this is still a valid exercise, so I’m picking it back up again.
I really like PPJ. I feel sexy and appreciated around him. It was low key starting to bug me that I might have been doing the biggest percentage of accommodation, and I show up to food being ordered and several options of hard cider already cold for me. We took a walk in the moonlight, we came together- there’s music.
Dad stuff is hard. Maintenance is hard.
Feeling woozy and it’s hot outside. Both together make me pretty low-functional, so it’s nice that I can hole up in my dark cool Hollar until the sun goes down and be semi-functional. I am aware it’s not even 90 degrees out there. Rice should be ready soon, and that almost always helps.
Watched Midnight Gospel with J, first several episodes from here, and then together for the last at least two. I cried, and likely could have safely sobbed if I’d let myself. Grief has been harsh the last two days.
Day 46 of Semi-Quarantine.
My scraps garden isn’t fairing well. I think it’s too hot with them isolated like that. Gave them all more water, will look into resolving (pickles are a valid resolution) at next energy burst that can handle that much work.
4/25, my nib’s birthday, the perfect date (not too hot or too cold), and it was an emotional roller coaster. Got discombobulated by a reasonable exchange, got upset, used my logic centers and went on with my plans anyway. Got more than a full day of human warmth, allowed myself vulnerability, cried in grief, played table top games, and was rewarded with a casual but beautiful “I love you” surrounded by laughter and smiles.
I’ll play. Top ten things I hate that other people mostly don’t:
1. Crude, crass, and/or bodily humor. Heavy/violent slap stick included
2. Spiritualists and/or “Progressives” who deny science
3. Coconut meat, artificial coconut flavoring too
4. Direct sunlight
5. “Social nicety” lies
6. Drinking beer. I understand it, I…
I’ve been off here for a bit because I managed to get malware *and* a browser plug in that took my geek hero from ye olden daze logging into to my briefcase remotely to scrub it clean.
Things of note during the last several days, after a visit from my…
My glorious tummy is tender from all the sunlight I exposed myself to for what was a far more epic Snow Shoot than I ever could have anticipated. Working with artists is something I’m grateful for, and working with Felicia has challenged, inspired and empowered me in ways I didn’t even know I needed. We shot for a few hours in the snow, and the results are incredible. I lost a ring and accidentally left my Portland sunglasses in a snow bank. Yesterday, I went back and got them by remembering the spot, and following the tracks we left. The snow was Much more melted today, I was proud of my boyscout skills.