In which there’s, uh, random stuff. Kitchen sink’s been filling up with water from the pipes, so I haven’t done dishes in days. Plumber’s coming tomorrow to fix it, but then I’ll have to do the dishes. Already cleared out the cupboard under the sink, so the visit shouldn’t be too terrible. Leaving for DC […]
In which LOL HORMONES. As you wade deeper into perimenopause, well, there are these looooong lists of exciting symptoms to experience! I’m at least halfway through the list now, if not more, and it SUCKS and I want to complain: Thinning hair. Skin elasticity loss. Irregular (in my case, shorter) cycles. Anxiety. Arrhythmia. Tingling extremities. […]
In which there’s a blog post! ABOUT NOTHING. It’s late May. The air conditioner’s been in for a week. There was a thunderstorm earlier and the power flickered but didn’t go out, so, sadly, I had to keep working ’til the end of my shift. It was fairly slow and I didn’t get skilled for […]
In which there’s a blog post! Because I still blog! Occasionally! Fat: On a diet now, again, again-again, started weekend before last. Basically a combo of calorie-counting and slow carb. Haven’t had any pasta or baguette, pizza or flour tortillas, but have had a couple of potatoes. Mashed last weekend, and roasted tonight. They do […]
In which I’ve rated the day. Slept a lot. A LOT a lot. There were cuddles. Lovely. I got a book I wanted very much in the mail. It was volume 1 of two-volume The Yoga Vasistha, a 70’s publication broken into daily readings. (It was supposed to be both volumes, but shit happens when […]
In which I posted this on Facebook on a friend’s long piece about the Ansari thing and consent and #metoo in which she’d specifically invited thoughtful response, but then somebody immediately (so immediately that I sincerely doubt they’d actually read it) responded with “Jesus.”, as if I were so profoundly wrong they just couldn’t even, […]
In which we ring in the new! In 2017, I discovered that a lot of people are racists and honestly don’t know it. They’ll say they’re not racist, and in the next breath explain that marginalized non-white communities are that way because, well, you see, that’s how “those people” are; they deserve it, it’s inherent. […]
In which there’s The Past. Here’s me, 16 years ago, standing in my kitchen. See how rough and unfinished that shit was? The whole place looked like that. It never got better, just worse. It was barely a step above living in a car. (Well, a very large car, with a bug-infested shower, but still, […]
In which this just popped into my head. There are two ways to die: suddenly, or expectedly. There are two ways to die: right now, or later. There are two ways to die: consciously, or unconsciously.
In which I can’t believe this nitwit is the president. Misspelled?! Zero chemistry with Putin?! Russia can greatly help?! The dangerous North Korea crisis?! Trump is an imbecile.
