End of an era - thankgod!

May 26th, 2025 02:36 pm
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I bought my first house in North Carolina in the late 70's. It's now a veterinary clinic. I sold it and moved and bought another. ETC. 2 houses, 6 condos - all serially. This last condo, I owned for more than 30 years so it's been a long while since I've dealt with real estate transfer and it's the last time ever. Everyone who deals with real estate transfers assumes everyone they talk to is stupid and wishes to be kept in the blind. The little info they offer up is offered over and over and over again. I'm so over it.

Signing at 10. And that's the end of my involvement. Even the money will be going to my Stifel account. So nothing I need to do, sign, ok, etc. I'm done. I'm through. No more.

My friend, John, always had a whole lot of money and rented apartments his entire life. He said the finances, in the long run, really came out the same as owning and the stress level was way lower. If I had it to do over again, I may well adopt his method. (Then he retired early and wanted to live on the beach in southern California where the rents were way too high so he finally bought a condo. And then died 2 months later. So... maybe not the best method after all.)

Someone, no names shall be mentioned, forgot to turn on the dish washer last night. So now I have to listen to dishwasher noises. These are regular dish washer noises not [personal profile] spiffikins dishwasher noises, thankfully. BUT if it were her kind of noises, I'd just put in a work order and someone would appear with a fix like magic. Joyfully, it's not my dishwasher!!

Yesterday's buffet was nice. Most of the food was good and there was plenty of it and it was all organized so no lines, no waiting. None of the other holiday buffet things are every as good as Memorial Day or as well organized. Puzzling.

The pool is still cold plus a couple of the guys are sharing a head cold. So no volleyball. Again. I have really been sleeping too late. Hopefully, we can play again Thursday.

After the signing this morning, I may well go out. I have an Amazon return and I need ice cream. They had really good looking brownies at the buffet yesterday and any self respecting brownie needs ice cream. Plus I still want to try that melon/cuke salad.

Now I need to get into the shower and double wash my signing hand.

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Laptop-TV combo with DVDs on top and smartphone on the desk


It’s often been the case that the rich and powerful are shown on TV far more often than lower middle class, working class, or poor people, despite their actual percentages in most populations. Does this bother you as a viewer? Does genre play any role in that?
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Whoops, forgot (holiday) to post for Poetry Monday on Monday, making this a posthumous post appropriate for one more posthumous poem by a 2nd Gen Romantic, though one who wasn’t one of the three greats:

Dirge,” Thomas Beddoes

If thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love, and all its smart,—
            Then sleep, dear, sleep!
And not a sorrow
      Hang any tear on your eyelashes;
            Lie still and deep,
      Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes
The rim o’ the sun to-morrow,
            In eastern sky.

But wilt thou cure thine heart
Of love, and all its smart,—
            Then die, dear, die!
’Tis deeper, sweeter,
      Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming
            With folded eye;
      And then alone, amid the beaming
Of love’s stars, thou’lt meet her
            In eastern sky.


A funeral song from the start of Act II, scene 1, of Death’s Jest-Book; or The Fool’s Tragedy, another long work with a ridiculous provisional title, though in this case it was completed but eternally tinkered with for a few decades rather than unfinished due to terminal illness. Beddoes was, like Keats, a medical-type turned poet-and-would-be-dramatist, though he’d been a physician rather than surgeon and outlived his 20s. And yes, Britten did set this to music, as have many others.

---L.

Subject quote from Festoons of Fishes, Alfred Kreymborg, which I’ve been waiting for ages to use.

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May 27th, 2025 07:39 am
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I've had great luck in the past with the sort of kdrama in which an angry immortal supernatural woman has to hang out in contemporary Seoul with a nice mortal boy. We were hoping The Judge From Hell would be that sort of kdrama, and, technically, it is; I think in its heart it would love to be Hotel del Luna. Unfortunately, it has also decided that what it wants to be is a violent revenge fantasy with incoherent and punitive ethics. Interspersed with wacky shenanigans! and a healthy dose of Catholicism?

Okay, so the premise: our heroine is Justitia, the DEMON JUDGE of the UNDERWORLD, THIRD IN LINE to the THRONE OF HELL, whose job is to sentence unrepentant murderers to unending torments. However, when a nice young judge gets murdered and accidentally ends up in her domain instead of the lesser hell where she belongs, Justitia refuses to listen to her pleas of innocence, gets ready to sentence her anyway, and promptly gets her wrist slapped by her superiors: she's gotten complacent! Time to go to Earth, wearing the body of the dead judge, and learn! about JUSTICE!!!

Given that Justitia's initial mistake involved accidentally sentencing an innocent person, you might be forgiven for thinking that Justitia's job on Earth might involve perhaps getting justice for the wrongly accused, or learning to temper justice with mercy and a little bit of nuance, or even uncovering faults and corruption within the justice system as it exists. haha! no. Justitia's job is to hit a quota of Unrepentent, Unforgiven Murderers On Earth and sentence them to unending torment, just like in her day job. She does this by chasing them around a sequence of nightmare scenarios that mimic the things they have done to their victims and beating them up, then stamping them on the forehead with a little stamp that says GEHENNA while then the doors of hell open and an ominous voice roars GEHENNA!!!! and they get sucked into hell. We did not enjoy the excruciating sequences of murderers being chased around a sequence of nightmare scenarios that mimicked the things they had done to their victims, which the show obviously wants us to find cathartic and satisfying. We did enjoy the ominous voice that roared GEHENNA!!!! It made us laugh every time.

this got long but tbh not as long as it could have been. this show was so incoherent )
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It's a Tuesday that's going to be like a Monday! Work is going to be so psychotically busy today. It always is the day after a holiday. At least the day is going to go quickly. Tonight is the farmer's market, so I'm definitely going to go pick up some tasty treats.

Yesterday ended up being a mixed bag. Work was feast or famine. Some of it, I was sitting twiddling my fingers, but then some of it, I was stuck on the phone for a full hour with one oncology coworker scheduling 17 patients. I ended up with 29 for the day, which is a lot.

After that, it was onto our Arvandor game, which went really well. People got to be sneaky, and Jess' character had a good backstory reveal. And then, dracolich. I killed a player's character. Don't worry, they got better, but they were fully dead for a few seconds.

Tomorrow, the check will come! And I will put it in my bank account. And then, I will see how long they want to hold it.

I'm plotting what to do with some of the ill gotten gains. I mean, I'm definitely paying off my car. Aside from that, vet visits for both animals. And then we shall get a few things for the apartment, and then we shall have a lovely lunch with our friends, and then, we shall go see Ghost.

And with $448 less a month that I shall have to pay, I shall actually be able to get ahead of my bills. I'm so excited about this. I'm looking forward to being mostly debt free. That's going to be amazing. Maybe, I can rebuild my credit some!

Okay, time to get myself together for work. Everyone have an amazing Tuesday!
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Taken last year, this is pictorial tax for my previous post; this little guy was one of a family headquartered in a vacant lot along one of my habitual shopping routes.





Note the ropes cordoning the space off, as well as the designated perch set up for the owls. In the upper background, across the path, is another staked-off owl nesting site; unusually for birds of prey, Burrowing Owls are social animals who sometimes form communities of multiple families.

(If I’ve slipped into Earnest School Essay Mode, it’s because this is stuff I myself am very much newly learning.)
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We have had the bathroom remodelled. And I am so pissed off.

It looks great BUT the shower doesn't work properly. Starts off okay, works for about a minute and then the flow of water diminishes to a sad little trickle. I cannot wash my hair in the shower, I act like it's 1978 and wash it over the sink. What is the point of that? Irate Phonecalls to be made after the weekend

The bathroom is being redone because it's old & creaky & rather decrepit. But I've also been thinking of the future and growing older in this place. I've seen my father & Tom's father struggle, and I want to pre-empt some of that. We're going to be in this flat for the next 20 years, lets make it easy & convenient for ourselves.

Previously there was a big enormous bath which sat two people comfortably, a bidet and then a shower unit over the bath. Now the shower over the bath is being replaced with a walk-in shower, and the bath has been replaced by a very small bath. The bidet was neither ornamental nor useful, and has gone the way of the dinosaurs. (Loo is a separate room down the hallway - yes, it's an old house). There are a superabundance of green tiles and a general vibe of Victorian Gentleman's Convenience.

It was finished on Thursday and we had to observe a 24 hour period of 'lookee no touchee' to let the sealant dry. Friday evening - I had my inauguration shower. And it didn't bloody work. Gah

Poetry Fishbowl on Tuesday, June 3

May 27th, 2025 01:54 am
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This is an advance announcement for the Tuesday, June 3, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl. This time the theme will be "Gentleness Is Strength." I'll be soliciting ideas for caregivers, first responders, clergy, outreach workers, philanthropists, an anonymous benefactor, activists, volunteers, teachers, parents, comares, strongmen, tough guys, superheroes, supervillains, other gentle and strong people, caregiving, feeding each other, babysitting, brushing or braiding hair, catching someone who's falling, lifting heavy things, volunteering, supporting people in hard times, offering crash space, helping someone move, creating intimacy, making friends, getting to know each other, cooking together, discovering things, improvising, adapting, cooperating, bartering, sharing, fixing what's broke, changing the world, accomplishing the impossible, Triton Teen Centers, the Peace Store, charities, homeless shelters, clothing banks, food pantries, soup kitchens, sobering centers, mentor circles, support groups, gyms, churches, sharehouses, intentional communities, other polyhomes, social justice departments in schools, clubs, quiet rooms, inclusive workplaces, Thalassia, the Maldives, community gardens, other helper hangouts, self-control, intentional neighboring, altruism, harm reduction, diversity, inclusivity, activist symbols, interfaith work, family dynamics, alternative family structures, partnerships not based on sex/romance, emotional closeness, first contact, rescue, interspecies relationships, trial and error, teamwork, found family, complementary strengths and weaknesses, personal growth, and poetic forms in particular.

Among my more relevant series for the main theme:

The Blueshift Troupers travel the galaxy helping colonies solve problems.

Clay of Life depends on the friendship between a blacksmith and a golem.

Daughters of the Apocalypse relies a lot on kindness for survival.

Frankenstein's Family has diverse subgroups interacting, of which the vampires in particular are gentle with others.

The Moon Door features a women's chronic pain support group, which is all about being gentle with each other.

One God's Story of Mid-Life Crisis is about Shaeth learnng how to take care of his new followers.

Path of the Paladins balances gentleness and strength.

Peculiar Obligations is about Quakers and pirates learning to help each other.

Polychrome Heroics is largely about people helping people. Threads particularly focused on this include Antimatter and Stalwart Stan, Aquariana, the Big One, Iron Horses, Officer Pink, Rutledge, and Trichromatic Attachments.

Quixotic Ideas is fantasy with a gentle angle.

Schrodinger's Heroes save the world from alternate dimensions, and they take care of each other.

Or you can ask for something new.

Linkbacks reveal a verse of any open linkback poem.

If you're interested, mark the date on your calendar, and please hold actual prompts until the "Poetry Fishbowl Open" post next week. (If you're not available that day, or you live in a time zone that makes it hard to reach me, you can leave advance prompts. I am now.) Meanwhile, if you want to help with promotion, please feel free to link back here or repost this on your blog.

New to the fishbowl? Read all about it! )

Garden

May 26th, 2025 08:09 pm
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Here are some pics of the garden.




Hotel Vermont

May 26th, 2025 10:17 pm
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We had wanted to go to Vermont a few years ago, after we visited Cooperstown and the baseball hall of fame. Unfortunately Mosey escapades forced us to come home from Cooperstown, and it took us a while to try again. We decided to drive because all of the flights from the DC area to Burlington leave from National airport, which apparently has near collisions weekly if not daily.

Because Mosey doesn't eat while I'm gone, we couldn't go for long, so we drove up in one very long day last Monday. Google Maps claimed the trip would take about 8.5 hours, so we figured 10 hours including stops for meals. It took just over 12 hours. I eat slowly but not that slowly. Traffic was much worse in Jersey, perhaps because of a transit strike.

I really liked the Hotel Vermont, which had lots of whimsical touches, like the tissue box, and proudly featured Vermont products, like the bar soap, as much as possible:
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There was a lot of wood and nature-inspired decor. You have to expand the photo to see it, but the lamp shade looks like it's covered in bacilli.
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The bathroom was divided in two, a shower and sink on one side and a toilet and sink on the other. The toilet sink was absurdly small:
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It reminded me of the little sinks they have by dentist chairs.

The view from our room wasn't bad if I focused on the background:
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That's Lake Champlain on the right. More to come!

Just one thing: 27 May 2025

May 26th, 2025 09:29 pm
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

Seeking Friends

May 26th, 2025 09:09 pm
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Name: TRC

Age: 41

I mostly post about: My life, history, books, video games, streaming television, movies, art, maybe occasional current events and history

My hobbies are: AI art (I used to do traditional and digital art but am adapting with the times, and I specialize in anthropomorphic art), writing, reading, video games

My fandoms are: I was involved in the furry fandom but all the drama, cancel culture, callouts, and such caused me to leave, along with their resistance towards AI art. I was only in it for the art and writing, not everything else. Star Wars is probably my favorite franchise since I see allusions in everyday life.

I'm looking to meet people who: Maybe relate to me and respect my unique perspectives. I'm autistic so I am naturally weird, though I've pretty much mostly disowned my own people due to widespread exemplification of negative stereotypes, and I'm involved in zero to none autistic communities and support groups as a result.

My posting schedule tends to be: At least once every few days.

When I add people, my dealbreakers are: Pretty much anyone who is Woke, which was a major factor in my leaving the furry fandom and apathy towards the autistic community.

Before adding me, you should know: I am very ADHD, OCD, and PTSD as an autistic, and if you remotely trigger me in any way, I will politely that I remove you from my friends list, and I don't bother with second chances anymore since 99.99% of the time when I have I've been burned over and over.

Read my journal's sticky post to learn more about me.

Habemus Domum!

May 26th, 2025 09:58 pm
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WE MADE IT.

The sellers got us the necessary paperwork so that I am not legally responsible for their financial shenanigans. Wafik was not in the office today, but I was able to get hold of Peggy, the person who got my mortgage approved a couple of months ago, and after a nerve-wracking five hours I was finally able to go to the downtown branch of the credit union and get the bank draft I needed.

I then drove like a bat out of hell to Alexandria in an attempt to get the thing to my lawyer. She told me she needed it by 2:30pm or 3:00pm at the very latest, and unfortunately I was not able to bend the laws of space and time to get there on time, but I did get there at 3:15, which is honestly a fucking miracle.

Then my lawyer pulled a miracle out of her ass and managed to register everything at 4:59pm (you can't register anything past 5pm) and joked that I was the record-holder for that.

So I now own a house! Or, rather, I now am responsible for a mortgage that allows me to live in a house! YAY! There is a lockbox on the door, apparently, where I can get the house keys, so we will be checking that on Thursday when we start bringing stuff to the house ahead of the movers. I want to bring a lot of my gardening equipment (the loose stuff that's hard to pack), all of our plants, and a bunch of the loose stuff that's in the basement.

KK finally started packing over the weekend, and I am trying super hard not to micromanage her, but it is so hard to resist. For all that she is super organized about a ton of things in life, she is absolute dogshit at packing. She actually packed up most of the packing supplies! Like, WHY. We aren't even close to done, why would you pack up all but one Sharpie and one boxcutter? Bonkers. Her method of packing is also super haphazard, AND she hasn't been properly labelling the boxes. Yes, she's identifying which room they go in, but she hasn't been listing the contents on the outside like a normal person. Right now she has something like five boxes labelled "desk stuff." Not only that, but she is using up so much money's worth of packing supplies (paper and bubble wrap and the like) that we ran out after she packed fewer than four boxes of dishes from her china cabinet. I was honestly flummoxed when she said we'd run out this morning. I expected her to use some of it before I came home, but ALL of it? Good fucking Lord. *screams in frustration*

At least she has agreed to buy more packing supplies for us tomorrow and picked up more bubble wrap and paper today (she also went through half of that, which is mind-boggling to me), because so far I have paid for everything in this move: the supplies, the movers, and the professional organizer, not to mention the house itself and the lawyer's fees. So it's nice that she's finally contributing a bit. She has plans to pitch in for moving costs using her tax return, which she still hasn't submitted for last year's taxes (she is also terrible at filing her taxes on time), but that won't happen until at least next week, so I'm not counting on that.

In short, I am trying to stay out of her way while she packs, and am concentrating on other areas of the house. I lost a lot of packing time to all of the legal and financial shenanigans over the past few days, but I have very generous friends coming tomorrow to help, so I am going to ask them to help KK pack up the kitchen, and I am going to give explicit instructions on how to label the boxes so that I know what's in them when we move. Then while they're working on the main floor I will tackle my bedroom and the "cat room.," which is mostly books and my office supplies. If I work very hard I might be able to get the "cat room" completely done and put a significant dent in my bedroom. I really hope so, because otherwise I basically only have Wednesday to get everything else packed up, because Thursday we'll be loading up the U-Haul truck I rented to bring the aforementioned stuff to the property, and Friday is moving day, so 99% of the packing needs to be done before Friday morning hits.

Oh! I almost forgot to mention that, while I was gone today, Pixie busted out of her collar in the back yard and took off after a rabbit. KK messaged me to let me know it happened, and of course I was still 30 minutes away and could do fuck-all about it. Luckily KK was able to find her pretty quickly and entice her into the car once she'd run herself ragged. That shaved another few years off my life too, stupid dog. It would have been just our luck for her to be hit by a car and killed mere days before she gets a whole four acres to romp around. Christ.

I am going to stop here. I was so stressed out last night that I didn't fall asleep until nearly 1:00am, and as a result I am completely fried today. So I'm going to try to be asleep before 11:00pm. That's not super early by my standards anyway, but it's nearly 10:00pm now, so I can't expect miracles.

Catch you on the flip side, friends!

Monday night.

May 26th, 2025 09:39 pm
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It turns out something that I thought conflicted with plans this week is happening next week. I'm almost disappointed: it would've been nice to have an outstanding commitment preventing me from having to make a decision. It's eminently possible something might come up and take care of things for me that way. I'm hoping it does. If not, I won't be able to complain - I'll have the day free for it, so I might as well spend it on the event with an invitation.

Today would've been spent being more productive, but then I saw the job listing required a link to a short video explaining why I should get hired. Stopped me cold. I figure with something like that, I might as well just call them in the morning, because I'm probably about as likely to get a job cold-calling a place as I am linking to a video. Not sending it in; uploading it somewhere.

Let’s call this Day 0 [bicycling]

May 26th, 2025 09:30 pm
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Yesterday I realized I would run out of coffee this morning, so I built in a side quest to Stacks on my way to the train. But alas, they were out of bags of beans for sale!

I will have to try my luck locally here in Niagara Falls.

The train trip was uneventful up until the door I planned to exit through wouldn’t open and I had to awkwardly wheel all my stuff and bike to the opposite end of the car.

But I made it off fine, then immediately met up with J. I made him backtrack over to the start of the Erie Canal trail, then we u-turned and made our way up to Niagara Falls. I only started to recognize roads about a mile away from where we’re staying (Aashram Motel).

Weather was sunny and beautiful. We’ll stop by the falls in the morning, then head towards Lockport.

I swear there are informational signs and historical markers every 1/4 mile.

Monday Update 5-26-25

May 26th, 2025 12:34 pm
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These are some posts from the later part of last week in case you missed them:
Poem: "The Release of Human Potentialities"
Birdfeeding
How to Make a Mosquito Bucket of Doom
Birdfeeding
Neutrinos
Philosophical Questions: Stealing
Birdfeeding
Follow Friday 5-23-25: Het
Waterfox
Celebrate Sherlock Holmes Day with 21 Queer Detective Reads!
Pennies
Birdfeeding
Poor Life Choices
Fossils
Birdfeeding
Hard Things


"Not a Destination, But a Process" has 134 comments. "The Democratic Armada of the Caribbean" has 86 comments.


"In the Heart of the Hidden Garden" belongs to the Antimatter and Stalwart Stan thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. It needs $86 to be fully funded. Lawrence shows Stan around the campus at the University of Nebraska-Omaha.


The weather has been delightfully cool here, and we got some rain. Seen at the birdfeeders this week: a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches, several starlings, several catbirds, several blackbirds, several mourning doves, several robins, a pair of cardinals, two brown thrashers, a grackle, a blue jay, an adult fox squirrel, two young fox squirrels, and a skunk. Asiatic lilies have buds.  The pink peony and poppies are done blooming. Irises are winding down. Currently blooming: dandelions, honeysuckle, alliums, pansies, violas, marigolds, petunias, red salvia, wild strawberries, verbena, lantana, sweet alyssum, zinnias, snapdragons, blue lobelia, perennial pinks, impatiens, oxalis, moss rose, yarrow, red coreopsis, white peony, blackberries, irises, tomatoes, tomatillos, Washington hawthorn, privet, mock orange, dogwood.  Mulberries and raspberries have green fruit.

I have a bee tree again! :D 3q3q3q!!! I am so excited. While walking through the savanna, I heard the lawnmower sound, so I checked the most recent bee tree and the girls were back to-ing and fro-ing overhead. *GLEE*

Birdfeeding

May 26th, 2025 02:29 pm
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Today is mostly sunny and mild.

We walked around the south lot, then my partner Doug mowed that. 

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I fed the birds.  I've seen several sparrows and house finches, a male cardinal, and a young fox squirrel.  Robins are foraging the newly cut grass.  We found a toad in the south lot, and I moved him to the shadier garden under the maple tree.

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I sowed partial shade wildflower seed mix in a pot on the old picnic table.  I sowed cypress vine seeds in the septic garden and around the support wire of the telephone pole.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I watered the septic garden, patio plants, and a few other things.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I watered the telephone pole garden, hollies, and Colorado blue spruce.

My partner Doug plans to mow the savanna next.

I've seen two catbirds, a grackle, and a female cardinal.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I started trimming around things in the house yard.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I finished the first bit of trimming around things in the house yard.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I started trimming in front of the log garden in the house yard.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I finished trimming in front of the log garden in the house yard.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I trimmed brush along the path from the driveway to the savanna.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

EDIT 5/26/25 -- I trimmed brush along the east side of the house.

As it is getting dark, I am done for the night.

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55. Don't Kiss Me, the Art of Claude Cahun & Marcel Moore, 2006, non-fiction, art, history, biography, 4/5

Separate book post because some people, entirely reasonably, choose to avoid Nazi references (although choosing to be a fascist is imo a "chose not to be warned" life experience).

Context is good actually. )

Don't Kiss Me, the Art of Claude Cahun & Marcel Moore, 2006, which is a collection of essays about the lives and art of CC & MM, plus a generously illustrated catalogue of the Jersey Heritage Trust's collection of Cahun and Moore's art, letters, and other archived documents such as news clippings (leaving out only the contents of CC & MM's published books). Some of the essays were more edifying than others. "On a le dieu qu'on mérite, tant pis pour soi". The art is what it is, and this collection represents what Moore / Malherbe possessed at the time of her death. The couple had presumably lost some of their personal art collection to Nazi destruction, both intentional and careless, when their home in Jersey was occupied after they were arrested for 4 years of active resistance (Cahun claimed the couple had created and distributed around 2,500 pieces of anti-Nazi propaganda!). This book and this collection isn't a complete overview of Cahun and Moore's works. Warnings for brief mentions of Nazi crimes against humanity, attempted suicides, and anorexia.

My fave photo is Je Tends les Bras in which Cahun gives surreal life to a stone gatepost.

Transgressive art positioning a gravestone as a phallic symbol, or Cahun clinging to hope over death? Clue: it's not exactly a traditional Hope and anchor. I note again that androgyny is not masculinity and making jokes about phallic symbols doesn't imply the joker wants one for herself.

Claude Cahun repeatedly visually referenced herself with symbols of female genitalia, including pussy cats, and seems to have imagined the anti-Nazi art and propaganda campaign she and Marcel Moore engaged in as resistance cats toying with Nazi eagle-birds.
- 1940, Nazi soldier-eagles on the beach overlooked by Cahun's enthroned cat.
- 1945, shortly after the couple's release from prison, Cahun made a portrait of herself with a Nazi eagle uniform badge between her teeth (like a cat with a bird). Significantly, the badge was a gift from the uniform of one of the German soldiers held for desertion &c, in the same prison, who Moore / Malherbe and Schwob / Cahun encouraged and supported.

A fan

May 26th, 2025 06:38 pm
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I need a desk fan for the room I work in. V is kind enough to use their skills in online shopping for me, and ordered one the other day to arrive today.

So this afternoon they said "Oh, Erik, I think your fan is on the way," and I presume they got a text about it or whatever.

But a visiting friend heard this, no context, and said she thought they meant, like, an admirer of mine.

It'd be so funny if someone came around just because they liked me.

Meanwhile, I'm so unbelievably tempted to write "A fan of Erik" on the fan. It's in a room full of sharpies. I could so easily do this.

New neighbors!

May 26th, 2025 12:54 pm
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Lizards have been somewhat fewer in the apartment complex than last year, and the other night I learned a possible reason: a Burrowing Owl (Athene cunicularia) couple have set up housekeeping on the back lawn next door! (No pictorial tax as yet: their nest, less than five feet from the curb, overlooks a back alley heavily travelled by garbage, service, and delivery vehicles as well as human pedestrians—meaning that they’re probably experiencing botherance enough without amateur paparazzi. (1)

Burrowing Owls are regarded as local mascots and rigorously protected here; standard procedure upon discovering an inhabited burrow is to erect a little designated perch for the owls and cordon it off, crime-scene style, halting any human construction until the young have left the nest.

(1) Rule of thumb is that if the owls are reacting to your presence, you’re too close; the risk of attracting gawkers is one reason that doxxing Burrowing Owls nesting on private property is frowned upon around here. Schools, museums, and other such facilities, however, will encourage on-site nesting, observable by remote cam.

I’m finding varying accounts of how capable they are of digging their own burrows, but certainly the owls prefer the convenience of found housing when they can get it, not only taking over burrows constructed by other animals but occupying such human artifacts as PVC pipes; it’s quite possible to build artificial burrows to attract them.

Holiday Monday

May 26th, 2025 08:36 am
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Already ran into the first casualty of this minor holiday Monday. I went to take Monday's pills and discovered that Sunday's were still in there. I know I took them yesterday so maybe this is a volleyball casualty. Whatever. I don't think it's fatal.

Today is a Memorial Day buffet. Last year's was pretty decent. Here's hoping. It's from 1-3 so I'll go down about 1:30ish. Maybe.

Tomorrow is condo signing day.

Wednesday is shades install day.

Thursday is Robert Dugoni, an author I semi-like coming to talk.

Friday is the ABBA concert.

Big week!

My baseball led me on an interesting journey Saturday and yesterday. The Mariners were playing in Houston so they were using their VERY WORST broadcaster on the radio (he lives in Texas). My ears were bleeding after the 1st play. BUT, the MLB app lets you switch broadcast teams. I flipped over to the Houston radio broadcast and it was fabulous!! They were very good announcers and had very good info and insight about the individual Mariner players. It was delightful. Houston as a team and as an organization sucks. But they have some top notch announcers.

The Mariners and the Phillies are off today so I may have to find another team for the day.

About an hour ago, Biggie made the worst noise I've ever heard out of a cat. It sounded like he was horking up a house, complete with gables. Then about a minute later, he did it again. Then he went to sit behind my chair for about 15 minutes and then he got up, ate some, played with Julio's toy, annoyed Julio and went back to his Biggieness. So weird. There was a little mucus from the first hork but nothing from the second. And now he seems fine.

I think I'll go toss in a load of laundry.

20250526_092026-COLLAGE

Noise

May 26th, 2025 04:53 pm
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I was out for a pub meal with friends on Thursday and out with himself for a restaurant meal on the Friday. Both nights I hit a limit after about two hours, and just had to strike colours and get out.

The surroundings are loud, people are bawling at each other, and for a while I can tune out the noise and just focus on friends and the conversation close at hand. But there comes a point (2 hours & bit?) where I can't do it anymore. Noise that I could ignore is suddenly very close and immediate and in my face. The volume goes up to 11. The best way I've found to explain it is that noise which was outside (outside myself?) is now inside my head and I can't cope with it and I have to get the fuck out of dodge now. Parties etc I used to take myself off for a wee walk to decompress and then people would get worried and come after me and have talks about "are you alright?" Thursday & Friday I just called it a day.

I'm thinking about this and realising that it's no accident that I know some of my bestest my oldest friends from hiking.

This weekend now - It has been the quietest, the laziest, the most laidback and do-nothing weekend in all the world. I haven't even had a to-do list. I have slept well.

And away we go [bicycling]

May 26th, 2025 07:13 am
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Don't most good adventures start with a one-way ticket?

The beginning

I'll be bike touring with a couple of friends for the next 8-9 days, probably updating to Flickr primarily, then here, secondarily.

Looking for Soulmates.

May 26th, 2025 12:41 pm
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I live in Ukraine. I write about what I see and feel — without embellishment.
My journal contains life stories, reflections shaped by the war, a bit of the past, a bit of the sea, a bit of silence.
Sometimes there are photos, sometimes just words.
If honesty, attentiveness, and depth resonate with you — maybe we'll connect

Is there an interesting story behind your username?
- My username reflects who I am in real life — a bit reserved, thoughtful, and always observing quietly.

Location and language(s):

- English, Ukrainian.

Age range (e.g. 20s, 30s, etc.):
- Age doesn’t matter — I value meaningful connection and people with depth.

List a few things you think it's important new friends know about you right away:
- I’m looking for kindred spirits — people who find meaning in words and emotion, and who might be interested in reading honest thoughts from someone who's seen both peace and war.

You mostly write about:
- Moments from my life, especially during the ongoing war in Ukraine.
My journal reflects my thoughts, feelings, and memories — of being a mariner, a traveler, and someone deeply affected by this time. I try to write with honesty and emotional clarity.
Posts are bilingual (English and Ukrainian), often paired with my own photographs that match the mood or setting.
Is your journal mostly public, locked, or a mix of public and locked?
It’s open. I have nothing to hide.

Your posting frequency (e.g. daily, every few days, weekly, etc.):
- It varies — sometimes daily, sometimes when I find the time or feel the need to share.

Does your journal frequently include any of the following: memes, linkspams, gifs, photos, videos, etc?

- I mostly post my own photography — taken across different years and places.

Do you unfriend people who don't comment much, even if you know they are reading you regularly?

- No — I value silent readers too. I understand that not everyone feels like commenting all the time.

What is your approach when it comes to commenting on other journals?
- If something resonates, I’ll say something. I don’t force myself — I prefer sincere interaction. 

When you friend someone, but things don't really click, do you unfriend them without warning, or do you send them a note first? How do you prefer to be unfriended in similar circumstances?
- I respect both ways. If it doesn't feel right — no hard feelings, with or without explanation.

Friending memes often ask people to list their favourite TV shows, movies, books, etc., but more often than not, those aren't things people actually write about in their journal. Do you have any favourite TV shows, movies, books, etc., that you DO often write about -- not necessarily in a fandom sort of way, just in general?
- I occasionally reflect on films or books that have emotionally moved me — like Pearl Harbor, My Name is Khan, or anything deeply human. I rarely write as a fan — more as someone who was touched.

Any final thoughts you'd like to share with potential new friends?
-If you value sincerity and emotion, if you’re looking to read thoughts that aren’t polished but real — you’re welcome in my journal.


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It's Monday and I'm up early for 4 hours of work. I don't really mind helping out oncology, and I really like the benefits, which work out to double time and a half (1.5 wages, plus 4 hours PTO). I figure they must really be struggling for them to pay for us to work like this. I mean, it's only two of us, so it's not a ton, but it's still money out of there budget.

Tomorrow, they'll overnight the check to me, and on Wednesday I shall have it. I'm getting excited about paying off all my shit, and being able to finally get a free-standing pantry and some shelves for the kitchen. And pay off the couches! It'll be lovely. I am assuming that the bank is going to hold it for 7 business days, which should put us right about June 9th.

It's also the farmer's market tomorrow, should Door dash ever take the hold off that they put on my card. I have $108 held up on a $54 grocery order. They did three charges, which they've never done, and It's pissing me off.

Yesterday was a mostly quiet day. In the morning, I slept til nearly 8, and relaxed until about 10, when I started making cinnamon rolls. By 11:20, I was a little concerned, because the dough hadn't risen much. Then, I assembled them, spreading the butter, brown sugar and cinnamon and rolling them, and set them in the oven to rise again, and started playing a game. That time was the charm, as they got huge. Bigger than fist size when I checked them on bio break. So the oven was preheated and they went back in for 20 minutes to bake while I whipped up the cream cheese frosting. And still got back to game in time.

Twenty minutes later:


A few minutes beyond that:



They turned out light and fluffy and enormous, and I was very happy with them.

Once game was done, I loafed like a motherfucker, made dinner and went to bed. A very relaxing day.

After work today? Probably more relaxing. I'm not feeling particularly ambitious.

For now, though, it's time to take a nice hot shower. Everyone have a lovely Monday!

i am like quicksand

May 25th, 2025 11:38 pm
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Haven't posted for a while, mostly because I've been working my ass off.

I had the week off and once again planned to get some work done on the house. This time I wanted to get the backyard sorted. My daughter came over at the start of the week, and the two of us spent two days pulling up the waist-high weeds in the hot sun. We filled five yard waste bags and I put cardboard over the bare dirt around the house. I did some initial raking around the house to try and slope the soil away from the walls. Somebody is coming over this week to finish the covering on the bottom of the exterior walls - once he's done I'll finish raking the dirt so at least the upper part of the yard is properly graded and then I'll toss some clover seeds all over it. That should hopefully help keep water out of the basement.

Then on Wednesday it started to rain.

And rain and rain and rain.

Thursday the ex-housemate came over and the two of us worked all day in the pour. The sump pump was dumping massive amounts of water into the yard and it was just - collecting on top of all that thick clay until the backyard turned into a flood zone. We built a clay dam along the fence to keep it out of the neighbours' yard and dug a six-foot long trench under the pump outlet. It's just a big water-filled pit right now, but at least it managed to keep the water in one spot.

Then we dug another long trench for my vegetable garden. We framed it with the wood the contractor had left lying around. I filled the bottom with the branches that had been left behind by the felled tree, and mixed four bags of composted manure into the dirt. It's covered with cardboard right now, just waiting for my seedlings to get big enough to plant.

When the backyard dries out enough I'll deepen the trench and fill it with rocks. Both of us vaguely remember from when we built a pig-roasting pit years ago - and the vegetable garden digging seems to confirm - that there's a sand layer about 3-4 feet down, so if I can get the trench that deep the water might actually drain instead of flooding. That's a project for later in the summer though, right now it's just a sea of mud.

Apart from the bags of weeds I have also have two extra bags of trash to put out this week, just from the garbage that the original contractor left behind. Apparently they just dumped all their left-over coffee cups and pop cans and chunks of plastic and scrap wood and metal onto the ground and threw the clay fill right on top of it. More than once after prying the imploded corpse of a bucket of drywall compoud out of the ground with a spade I felt the urge to stand upright, fists clenched at my sides, and shout at the uncaring sky, "Who Raised These People?!"

***

Got my head eplayed, so the vertigo is considerably less than it was.

Still managed to hit me a couple of times this week because I spent most of it digging, and there is nothing like being half-bent over a watery trench with a shovel full of heavy mud to make one's inner ear decide now is the time to send one's sense of "up" into a random dimension. I managed not to actually tip over, although I did have a couple of episodes of just having to tripod with the shovel until the world stopped spinning.

***

Lord Brock is - not great. He ended up having an endoscopy on Wednesday, which found a large mass in his duodenum. Now I'm just waiting on the biopsy results. In the meantime, he's on a steady diet of painkillers and appetite stimulants just to keep him eating.

I'm bracing myself for bad news.

Let's try this again.

May 25th, 2025 11:26 pm
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Name: Amber.

Age: 35.


I mostly post about: CHANNING TATUM (who is my husband), fannish things, mostly art and fic.


My hobbies are: drawing, writing, graphic making... I'm one of them "artsy" types.


My fandoms are: Honestly? A little bit of this, a little bit of that. REALLY into Jupiter Ascending and the Kray twins atm (what a combination!), anime/manga/comics/cartoons...


I'm looking to meet people who: deffo don't mind fandom spams and top quality yapping.


My posting schedule tends to be: WHENEVER I CAN. This thing called a "job" eats up most of my free time.


When I add people, my dealbreakers are: Any flavor of homophobia. I am VERY bisexual, and my fandom tastes lean toward m/m.


Before adding me, you should know: PLEASE don't judge the empty journal. I'm only just starting to get the posting groove back... ;3;

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This poem is spillover from the August 6, 2024 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] fuzzyred, [personal profile] helgatwb, [personal profile] rix_scaedu, and [personal profile] wyld_dandelyon. It also fills the "books" square in my 8-1-24 card for the Discworld Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with [personal profile] fuzzyred and [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: Most of this poem is upbeat, but it does touch on some past issues of educational abuse.

Read more... )

Just one thing: 26 May 2025

May 25th, 2025 10:19 pm
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

Creative cranking.

May 25th, 2025 09:48 pm
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It's terrifically frustrating to realize one of the reasons I'm presently struggling with a new piece of writing is I don't have anyone to talk to about it. The person I talked to through my last big project hasn't been online in a while - which, honestly, is the right call given her real life responsibilities - and I haven't been able to find someone else to help me out through conversation. In part I don't know who to ask about it. In part I don't know how to ask about it.

Some of me feels like I should be able to manage this without the back and forth, that it was just that one project and the rest should be able to keep going as I've done before. Some of me feels like I'm spoiled in several senses of the term to want that kind of thing again. There's questions about time, too: time zones and free time. Free space in people's heads. As though it's too much to ask people for. Especially in regards to the people I know, because I know them, and it's hard to ask someone to start doing that kind of thing for you. At least, I've found it difficult. Writing to an individual, the Stephen King "ideal reader", is a good way to get the juices flowing, and right now, I'm feeling readerless. It's making it difficult to parse out certain choices, because I can't talk them over with anyone. I'm looking at the wall because rubber duck debugging isn't working right now.

Maybe I just need a couple nights' good sleep. I hope that's all it takes.
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...since [personal profile] annikusrex asked for pictures, haha, here's one:

Pittsford Regatta 2025

I feel like the mustache made me look like a Super Mario character!

One of the problems with these is you can't laugh while wearing them or they'll fall off.

So I had to just try and look "manly" instead.

Pittsford Regatta 2025

Here are some of our kids having a ball with the Stylish Mustaches:

Pittsford Regatta 2025

Pittsford Regatta 2025

So great.

vital functions

May 25th, 2025 11:53 pm
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Reading. Bridget Collins, Feather (lalaietha), Jenny Lawson )

Listening. More Hidden Almanac, including First Appearance of Pastor Drom; slightly grumpy with myself for dozing through a chunk of it (to a greater extent than I realised; I did get snippets, but missed more than was apparent at the time) and am steeling myself to relisten.

Cooking. More from East: aubergine katsu curry with pickled radish (meh on my part, but A liked it), roasted carrots and cabbage with gochujang (meh on A's part, but I liked it enough to nibble at it between meals even though I'm unlikely to make it again), asparagus and mangetout with chilli peanut crumb (not actually worth spending in-season asparagus on outside the Cook Everything In This Book project, but pleasing given that context).

Eating. WILD ASPARAGUS is I think the most exciting thing I have eaten this week.

I have been Disappointed by Wagamama. Much less disappointingly, I have been plied with blueberries and yoghurt. Finished the hazel-bay-rye-and-rhubarb cake; have made some progress on the birthday cake I got sent home with.

Exploring. I am currently Away From Home. There are postbox toppers. One of them is Many Round Hedgehogs; another is Sea Creatures including Mollusc. I am sort of curious about who else I might spot in the area.

Making & mending.

Growing. ... I did not get cucumbers started. I did get some more squash into the ground (well, raised beds), and planted out a bunch of tomatoes, and at least two kinds of pea are now flowering, and I will be mildly resentful if I get home and discover all the strawberries have been eaten.

Did I mention that my established rocket remains established? I was a little concerned that I'd buried it under too much manure, and then it showed up in the next bed over.

Observing. BABY WOODPECKER.

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This book is about how the rise of tiny pocket computers has been bad for children. It goes after, not only the pocket computers, but social media and video games. The video games bit feels a little "old man yells at clouds" and reminds me of the concern trolling about metal music and rap music. It just feels like someone doesn't like video games and has not played them with their friends.

Chapters five, six and seven are probably the most important parts of this book. Chapter five talks about social deprivation, sleep deprivation, attention fragmentation and addiction.

Then chapter six insists that social media harms girls more than it harms boys. Basically, girls and boys use social media differently. The girls are more social online, and this can make disorders that are social worse. For example, eating disorders can become worse when girls engage in social media. If you are interested in girls sports, social media will be happy to send you down an anorexia rabbit hole. Self-harm can become worse when girls are discussing it. There are girls who do not have dissociative identity disorder acting like they have it because they see it on the internet, and it seems cool. The same thing happens with Tourette syndrome. Girls are more affected by visual social comparison. Their aggression is relational. They will harm each other's friendships to attack one another. Girls share emotions and disorders. It says that girls are more subject to predation and harassment, but I think we should worry about boys with this too because over the past few years there have been sextortion scams against teen boys that have led to suicide.

Chapter seven on boys is more vibes-based. Boys are not engaging socially on the internet. They are watching a bunch of YouTube and playing video games. Haidt leans heavily into Johann Hari's book Stolen Focus that I reviewed here about two years ago. This chapter has graphs, but it is vibes-based because they did not actually find evidence of pocket computers harming boys in the literature. There is some discussion about how boys fail to launch, and hikikomori, a Japanese term for man children who hide in their rooms and come out at night when the rest of the family is asleep. There is a section on boyhood without real-world risk that was common in boyhood before. Mary Pat Campbell, an actuary, likes to discuss "the fatal stupid period" where boys are taking the type of risks that lead to their own deaths. The age range that she is discussing is probably in the early twenties while the one that Haidt is discussing is in the teens. Anyway, the chapter on boys discusses a lot of addictions that are not real like "video game addiction" and "porn addiction." I mean, people can choose not to control themselves with this stuff and can get into repetitive habits, but classifying a bunch of this as addiction feels like people should be exerting some self-control. Haidt mentions that the research on video games shows that video games have benefits.

Then in Chapter 8, he talks about spiritual degradation, and how people should have spiritual practice. This is the type of Haidt nonsense that drives me up the wall. If you think spiritual practice is important, then let us know what spiritual framework you are working in. A lot of people are honest about what religion they are operating in but Haidt always has a spiritual view from nowhere in his books. There was a graph with an x-y-z axis in this chapter to make it feel more science-y. My son was looking over my shoulder and made fun of it. The x axis was closeness. The y axis was hierarchy, and the z axis was divinity.

Chapter 10 is asking for laws, and it mentions that the Age Appropriate Design Code was passed in the UK. Then it mentions the US Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA). A lot of people were concerned about KOSA because some implementations seem to want companies that are doing bad things with user data to collect more user data on children. Haidt proposed that the information be gathered by a third party, but having a third party gather the information does not reduce the risk of a database of children's information being out there. He suggested blockchain could fix this problem, but I am not sure how blockchain could fix this problem. This chapter discusses how congress has been pretty useless on passing laws related to tech, and he is correct on that one.

This book seemed very tech-forward for a book that is telling you to keep your kids away from phones. It is talking about blockchain and AI as if these are useful things. It is talking about the metaverse as if it is a positive thing. And some of this stuff like the metaverse has not actually proven to be useful in any way at all. With AI, it is just too soon to tell, and we probably should not be throwing AI at kids just to find out if it is useful or if they are going to be using it to generate porn.

Chapters 11 and 12 about what schools can do and what parents can do were a lot stronger than some of the earlier chapters.

The Facebook whistleblower testimony from Frances Haugen was mentioned in this book, and that was some of the stronger stuff about the ages of kids Facebook is collecting information on.

There are probably a lot of people doing research on Human Computer Interaction who have studied the behavior of teens online, but the folks who worked on this book did not look into any of that it seems. I think it would have been stronger if they looked into some of the research in that field.

We know everything about us

May 25th, 2025 09:04 pm
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As I mentioned in my previous post, Matthias was away for the weekend (his team didn't win, but a good time was had by all), and I basically spent the past two days doing exactly what I wanted. The weather was glorious and summery, and other than two hours in fitness classes in the gym yesterday in a studio where the air conditioning was broken (one of the other women in my class dubbed it 'bikram zumba,' and she was not wrong), everything was relaxing and good.

I went to the market, and bought flowers, and loads of fresh fruit and vegetables. I feasted on cherries and strawberries and asparagus and iced coffee, and cooked Singaporean food for tonight's dinner. I pottered around in the garden, and started a reread of Isobelle Carmody's post-apocalyptic YA series, in which a bunch of teenagers with X-Men style mutant abilities take on a totalitarian regime in a world nearly destroyed by nuclear catastrophe. (This was a huge favourite of mine as a child, but I haven't picked it to reread for some time. I still like it for nostalgia's sake, but I can see the flaws more clearly now.) I started this morning with a 1km swim at 8am when the pool opened, then picked up pastries at the bakery and sat watching the wood pigeons through the kitchen window. My laundry was thoroughly air-dried in the wind.

Next week is the start of a series of visitors arriving to stay with us, and various bits of national and international travel, so it was good to have those two days of rest, free of stress and mental clutter. Now Matthias is home, and the weekend is winding down.

52/119: It'll Last Longer

May 25th, 2025 10:46 am
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Late Sunday morning, eating a bowl of wide egg noodles with butter and cheese as an early lunch which was almost a late breakfast. I keep biting myself as I chew. That seems to be happening more frequently now. Another indicator of age, perhaps, but also evidence of poor design. It's why I want there to be a god. Blaming evolution for crap design seems pointless, but a deity can justifiably be held to account. Every time I bite myself I flip the sky off, just in case. Sometimes I'll throw in a "nice work, dork" or a "get your act together, asshole." Some might consider this to be hubris, but personally I doubt that random chance gives a rats as about us or what we think or say or do. And if it turns out there is a god, well, given what it created, it obviously has a fucked up sense of humor, much like me, and I'm probably safe. In fact it probably laughs its equivalent of an ass off every time I bite myself. Jerk.

Anyway, I digress. My detergent-exposed, dried out, split open, skin-shedding fingertips are hurting like hell, as they really don't want me to use the keyboard. And who could blame them (aside from Abraham's god, of course, and he is probably some ancient desert-dweller's heat-induced hallucination.) I think I'll just copy and paste something, and then see about taking a nap. I didn't get up until almost six o'clock this morning, but five or six hours of being awake is about all I can take these days before I hit a wall. My face is mashed up against concrete exhaustion right now.


Sunday Verse )

Rough day

May 25th, 2025 08:00 pm
[personal profile] cosmolinguist

Today I had to ask the other two for help about something that's been making me shut down.

It went well and needed to happen so I'm glad I did it!

But even talking around it gave me a little panic attack.

Soon after, a combination of a crumb at the back of my throat and putting my mask on to go into Aldi, left me coughing and hyperventilating. The panic came right back. I had to stand in the aisle and wheeze for a bit

It has left my throat feeling sore and raw...and my brain is of course too.

Birdfeeding

May 25th, 2025 01:54 pm
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Today is cloudy and mild.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches.

I put out water for the birds.

I set out the flats of pots and watered them.

EDIT 5/25/25 -- I spread the last of the fresh soil over the middle wedge of the septic garden.  There I planted the last few 'Autumn Beauty' and 'Arikara' sunflowers, along with a lot of saved seed from my zinnias.

I've seen two mourning doves, two catbirds, a male cardinal, and a fox squirrel.

EDIT 5/25/25 -- Of the 6 pots I sowed with 'Hello Yellow' butterfly weed, 3 sprouted, one of which had 2 plants.  Of the 6 pots I sowed with orange butterfly weed, 3 sprouted, all of which had 2 plants.  That's a decent rate.  I planted all of these along the north edge of the septic garden.

EDIT 5/25/25 -- I repotted one of the crosne knotroots into a larger pot.

EDIT 5/25/25 -- I potted up the last purple-and-white striped 'Wave' petunia, a white petunia, a 'Dusty Miller' artemesia, and two white sweet alyssums.

EDIT 5/25/25 -- I filled two more pots with assorted flowers.

EDIT 5/25/25 -- I filled three more pots with assorted flowers.

EDIT 5/25/25 -- I filled two pots, each with two gazania and an orange snapdragon.

EDIT 5/25/25 -- I trimmed grass around the east edge of the septic garden.

As it is getting dark, I am done for the night.
 

On today's agenda: only screaming

May 25th, 2025 01:45 pm
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The house buying nightmares continue.

I have my financial ducks almost in a row. Almost. And now, the ducks are scattering again.

I spoke to my mortgage/credit union guy (Wafik) on Thursday. He was very understanding while I panicked at him, and he promised that if I could get all the money transferred to my new checking account by Monday, he would personally oversee getting the transfer expedited/waiving the usual hold on funds, and ensure I get the bank draft I need to give the lawyer on Monday.

So I moved heaven and earth to get everything done, and I did. I got the last of the money transferred on Friday evening, and received the usual warnings about the time it could take to get it all done. In light of this, I decided to send Wafik an email today (originally I was going to wait until tomorrow but then I worried I'd forget or send it too late or something) as a follow-up about our conversation and to confirm that all was well. And that's how I discovered he has an out of office message saying he'll be back on Wednesday.

Notice how Wednesday is not Monday? Yeah, me too.

So I have been quietly having a panic attack at my desk all morning. I am not prone to panic attacks, but I am pretty sure the chest pain and palpitations are exactly that, because there's no other good reason for it (and it started the minute I got the out of office message, so it's not a coincidence). I am accustomed to a constant low-level buzz of anxiety, but it doesn't usually manifest in this kind of physical symptoms. I cannot say I am enjoying the experience.

There is absolutely fuck-all I can do about this situation today, because it is Sunday, and nothing is open. My deadline is tomorrow, and if Wafik is not in the office to do the thing he promised he'd do, then I am fucked six ways to next Sunday. So the only thing I can do for the next 19 hours or so is panic quietly. Tomorrow I plan to call him first thing in the morning, and if he doesn't pick up his phone, my backup plan is to call my original mortgage advisor (I don't think that's her actual title, but I don't know it so this will suffice) Peggy and very politely weep at her until she finds someone local to help me. See, Peggy, unlike Wafik, is NOT local, but lives somewhere around Barrie, ON, so it means that even if she wanted to help me, she cannot physically place a bank draft in my hands.

*rips out hair*

*internal screaming*

I honestly thought that the financial part of the nightmare was over and that I just had to deal with the sellers' shenanigans, for which my lawyer has a plan. But now the person who committed to helping me has just swanned off without even the courtesy of letting me know, so fuck me, I guess. I have already spent so much money on this move on packing supplies and on the packing help, the house is halfway packed up, and I have abandoned my plot in the community garden so that if we don't move, I can't grow vegetables this summer and all the plants I ordered are going to die. Not to mention the crushing disappointment of losing out on a dream property literally five days before we're meant to move in.

FUCK.

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May 25th, 2025 12:19 pm
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I mostly post about: Lots of stuff! I'm not new to dreamwidth or even LJ, but I lost access to both of my accounts. I will post about day happenings, some photos, stuff I like and recommend (such as teas or music for example), life in general, stuff on my mind, surveys/questionnaires, and the stuff I make from hobbies! My posts are mainly in the medium length realm, but sometimes can get long depending.



My hobbies are: Penpaling, cooking, cleaning/organizing, writing fiction, doodling/drawing, sewing, making jewelry, wood paint/abstract painting, graphic design, fashion, long walks and practicing good habits/hygiene. I want to get back into yoga and strength training too, but it's not quite a hobby yet.



My fandoms are: I used to be huge into fandom, but it kinda fizzled out. However, I don't have a problem with fandom so long as everyone is respectful.



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Will probably start out weekly, kinda every other day, but may go daily!

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May 25th, 2025 09:08 am
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My feet are just a mess. There is always something about them that makes walking painful. And my attitude does not help. I am perfectly fine not walking. Today's malady is the bottom of the outer toes - the pinking and the ones next to it. Particularly on my left foot but some on my right. I did not do much walking yesterday and I think I'll do less today. I will pay for it in the long run but in the short run, I'm fine with it.

I've got baseball to watch and dolls to knit. I'm happy.

This morning has, so far, been money morning. Now that my finances are soon to be stable, I dug out all the nums - stuff I have to pay for regularly - cat food and taxes and Timber Ridge, etc. and redealt the cards to better suit. I think I'm going to let my investments pay for Timber Ridge every month and use my social security and IBM pension to pay for the car insurance and Britbox and the rest.

I just used Google's AI, Gemini, to discuss this plan and it was very interesting. And affirming.

It still won't go through all my mp3 files and find the duplicates. But, whatever.

I've been sitting here too long. Biggie's driving me nuts. Time to get up and do something else.

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Movies: None

TV shows: I don't think we've watched anything other than Jeopardy and SNL. It's mostly been Youtube series and Smosh, heh.

Books:
Parties by Carl Van Vechten is very much a time capsule of 1920s in the US. Van Vechten was friends with Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, as well as other famous folks of the Jazz Age, and many of them are caricatured here. The main couple in this book do appear to be the Fitzgeralds, thinly disguised. There really isn't much of a plot here; it's parties, some of which are just random nights where folks show up at someone else's house and get drunk and rowdy. Apartments turned into speakeasies, evenings at Harlem nightclubs, the sidecar, absinthe, the gin rickey . . . it does get a bit tedious at times, and the copy I read from the library was formatted fairly shittily (I found a copy on OpenLibrary that I probably should have read instead, as that was the older printing, and while sometimes it was still hard to know who was speaking, it wasn't as bad as the new digital edition).

Idlewild by James Frankie Thomas was another kind of time-capsule. It's the story of two friends who are in high school in 2001 in New York, so 9/11 forms the backdrop of their friendship. But the nostalgia bomb hit me here, with mentions of Livejournal, and Aol Instant Messenger chats late into the night, and general high school bits where the play was THE thing, if you were a "theatre kid." I'm a little older than the protagonists here - I was in college by 2001, but only just - but I was still close enough to this milieu and was still doing some of these things online at that time. You're still kind of figuring out who you are at 18/19, so this resonated on that level, although not to the extent of Fay. I found an interview with the author that was interesting; through writing this book, in his thirties, he finally realized that he was trans.

I also started, and abandoned, When Rain Clouds Gather by Bessie Head. Some years ago, I had conceived of a reading project where I would read at least one book from every country (where possible). I had realized I wasn't reading as widely as I wanted to, and wanted to read a different perspective. I made a partial list at that time and got all the way to the countries starting with the letter C. I started reading in order but then over time, that proved difficult, but I kept the books on my list and I try to read them when they come up. Maybe someday I will finish the list (it took a while to compile what I did).

Anyway, Bessie Head is a popular author in her native country of Botswana. This book didn't really grab my interest, though; I think because of too much agricultural talk. I would give her another try, though, as I didn't completely dislike her writing style, I was just bored.

I'm currently reading The Tin Drum, by Gunter Grass. It's a bit odd, but I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it yet. I'm about 70% through as of writing this.

Music:
Continuing with the Rolling Stone 500 Greatest Albums list, number 497 is a compilation album called "The Indestructible Beat of Soweto." This was on the original 2012 list, but higher, at number 388. Rolling Stone says,
The greatest album ever to be marketed under the heading “world music,” this 1985 compilation of South African pop was a huge influence on Paul Simon’s Graceland that still sounds jarringly fresh today. Full of funky, loping beats and gruff, Howling Wolf-style vocals (most prominently from “goat voiced” star Mahlathini). With a sweet track by Graceland collaborators Ladysmith Black Mambazo (“Nansi Imali”), its badass joy needed no translation.


I really liked this. I've been trying to listen to these albums at least twice to get a good feel for them (the Suicide album was a bit difficult to do this with, heh), but this one I listened to three or four times (mainly because I was working on a project at the time for work and didn't want to change out for different music). The whole album has a lot of gems, different types of songs, but if I had to pick a few tracks I really liked:
  • "Holotelani" (Daughter-In-Law) – Nelcy Sedibe
  • "Qhude Manikiniki" (Fair Fight) – Umahlathini Nabo
  • "Emthonjeni Womculo" (The Stream of Music) – Mahlathini Nezintombi Zomgqashiyo and the Makgona Tsohle Band
  • "Joyce No. 2" – Johnson Mkhalali
  • "Nansi Imali" (Here Is the Money) – Ladysmith Black Mambazo
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