It's been a minute, so I decided to touch down for at least half of another minute.
In brief: before I even got past the third Dr. Who, and despite doing my damnedest to avoid any spoilers, I read the wrong headline *shakes fist at The Guardian*, so I'm avoiding actually watching the remaining episodes until I can bear to watch them. That's not logical in the least, but there you go.
Acting on advice from lilacsigil, I adjusted my AO3 Stray Kids fanfic's fandom tag, taking it out of SKZ fandom and tagging it as part of music video fandom. I also cut my note so that it didn't sound so awfully condescending. That made me feel better. It also gave me the chance to do a bit of editing, and that was even better. I'm not sure I'll post it here. I have to see if my conflicting impulses eventually pan out that way.
We have one of our old bachelor friends coming over this afternoon; he wants help navigating his computer, which Bob will handle. He also wants help understanding his smartphone, and that's going to be my responsibility. This gentleman has previously had a flip phone, or some kind of dumb mobile; he really doesn't like mobiles, but I think he finally admitted that they're necessary in modern life, and so he got the smartphone, and now he needs help navigating it. We'll see if I can help him out.
I think that's all, but I hope to post again later today.
I foolishly left the box of pads behind at the apartment and guess what decide to crop up and say hello this evening? It was such a joy to drive the few blocks and enter the stuffy apartment to grab the box of Always - thankfully I put the blinds most of the way down so it was gross but not totally a heatbox even though it got a little over 90F today.
While there getting that, I grabbed the two small grocery bags with cans of kitty food just because I didn't like them sitting in the heat and some other odds and ends to make the trip more worthwhile than tending to my damned pesky uterus with its giant attached blobs.
Small mercies I suppose that I didn't get the unpleasant surprise while down in Princeton at that conference yesterday but still. Bah.
Yeah, I know I need to schedule the stupid surgery. Need to get the apartment stuff done and dusted this month and hopefully by that time, the boy will be adjusted to the new place and his silly auntie Emily.
Bullet points would probably be easiest so here goes. Leaving out a lot
- JonJon is not a confident kitty, though he never has been. When moving, he at first was too scared to leave his carrier the whole time we had him confined in the new bathroom (with all the stuff we could put in there to make him comfy and smell like him). He did eventually move to the bedroom next door but it took a while before he was peeing, eating and pooing more normally. He is better on the bodily functions but is VERY clingy, shy of Emily and only wanders out of the bedroom on occasion. I had to put one of the litterboxes in the bedroom for now. But making some progress. He also does seem to love his kitty tree in the bedroom looking out onto the deck where squirrels frolic across and much more green small backyard.
- Move otherwise went well enough and junking too. I still have lots of dumb stuff to sort and bring over through this month. Amazing what can be tetris-ed into a small one bedroom place.
- The floors at the apartment looked far better than I expected after getting rid of the area rugs that were there for a decade. Still tons of dustbunnies and patching after I manage to get all of the stuff out.
- Emily is justifiably annoyed with her sister's wife who pushed us into hosting the birthday for her sister on this upcoming Tuesday but doesn't want to plan anything. Bitch. Fine, well since we can't do the screenprinting on the ice cream cake she wants, we're going to have a poster or banner made with more embarrassing pictures of her sister. We're also inviting her sister's ex since the ex currently has two of the kids living with her. We're getting catering from a local pizza/pasta place and I told Emily do NOT buy a gift because all this is more than enough.
- We may be hosting again for cake the week after since the twins birthday is then. Poor JonJon ain't going to get a break from STRANGE PEOPLE being in HIS house. Poor little dude.
- Had a huge OH SHIT this week. Looks like by the proposed budget, they are trying to completely eliminate USDA Hatch funding and slash McIntire-Stennis forestry funding in half (along with halving Extension funding and defunding SNAP-ED). If that happens, it will destroy many experiment stations around the nation. NJ will shrink and well, if it happens, I'll have a lot smaller job but eh, should still be employed. We got some hopeful news that the appropriations committee is going to fight to restore it but we need to make some hard decisions until then.
- I'm pissed off at the shitty union that I'm in by default. Thankfully I don't pay dues. But the raise this year is a flat fee which fucks me over. It's 3.5% of the average salary, but I am a grade 6 administrator (still underpaid and working on an upgrade) which means I get the same raise as someone many grades below me that just started. How is that AT ALL fair?
I’m going to watch the finale of Dr Who and then opt out of Disney, Max and Hulu which I got as a package.
I thought the Dr Who stories were thin and not very engaging. I didn’t care about Rose 2.0 and this Dr Who didn’t charm me as much as he did other folks.
I never watch anything on Hulu. Max: I watched some of The Last of Us this season. In my head canon Joel and Ellie live happily after. The story on the screen is too traumatizing.
I watched about a half hour of the latest Capt America. The fights were bad. Bad guys pointing guns and waaaiting and waaiting to fire until the good guys jump them. Otherwise it was just guys talking.
Medium: film Fandom: Hellbound: Hellraiser II Characters: Tiffany, Pinhead Prompt: Hidden Labyrinth Notes: 1 collage for week 3 of Fortune Wheel at Fandom Empire.
Funnily enough, the thing that gets me to actually read a MXTX novel is to assess getting it as a birthday present for someone who would give me no info on their current reading tastes and said they were willing to get anything, so based on some of their previous tastes, I considered a MXTX book and figured TGCF would be the most likely book of interest. So out from the library I got the first volume out to read it and assess it.
And it's funny and it's good, so I keep reading to see if the volume ends on a cliffhanger or not, and then I get to the Banyue arc. And I had been told the Banyue arc was racist but I was so not prepared for how racist it is. Right off the bat, it's "hello, nice to meet you, I'm a racist caricature" and then it *keeps getting worse*. So I plan to get the other volumes out from the library and read them myself, because this is enjoyable, but I'm unsure of the birthday present situation. I may go with something else.
This is Mary Glen Keirstead Routliffe Stirling. She was born on May 30, 1927, in Greenwich, Nova Scotia, Canada. For most of her life, she lived within 10.5 miles of the house where a midwife delivered her.* Nova Scotia was where she died, on Oct. 27, 2013. Nova Scotia was her home.
In the 13 years since she died, I've generally remembered her on the anniversary of her death, and I'll undoubtedly do that again. But today, when she would have turned 98 if she hadn't moved on, I wanted to turn my face to the sky and sing Happy Birthday to her. I hope she and my stepdad, Rob Stirling, young and beautiful again as they were when they fell in love, are together.
And I like to think that after a modest dinner at a modest heavenly restaurant, with a birthday cake that has all the taste and none of the calories, that they will leave the restaurant, and dance together, twirling and laughing, in the stars.
I love you, Mum.
*She spent a short time in Montreal as a newly minted nurse, and later, in the years she was married to my father, she lived in or around Mont Joli, Quebec. Together, those probably consisted of no more than five years.
The absolute greatest thing about having medical trauma and having to get medical tests done is when you tell the person doing the test that you have medical trauma and please X, Y, and Z, and they then proceed to ignore it and give you more medical trauma.
And you never know! Until you get there and do it! If the person is going to have great bedside manner and everything will be wonderful, or it isn't, and you just have to roll the fucking dice.
Medium: film (Additional): team challenge (alpha) Fandom: The Rise of Skywalker Characters/Pairings: Kylo Ren, Rey Prompt: return Notes: 2 gifs for week 3 of Fortune Wheel at Fandom Empire.
The “put up a new fence” boys are here and have just about finished the job. Looks good. And I discovered my neighbor has a cherry tree. I am envious. I am out in the yard every day for about an hour or two. But the weeds and bushes are on a at least eight hour day and they’re racing ahead of me.
I took my first bath here last night. As opposed to the shower. I wanted to pumice stone my feet which are very hard skinned on the heels. The tub isn’t big but then I am not tall. I enjoyed it.
The Park has told me that I am on the list to have the very large, very dead tree in my backyard removed, at their expense. Later this summer. That will leave another stump but my plan involves having whatever I can afford ground down, in the future.
Very quickly, because I'm busy rewatching a Korean music group challenge show (because of course I am), I wanted to announce to a waiting world that the second time I baked this particular orange cake, it was just as good as the first time. I am satisfied.
Today was supposed to be the first day that I gathered up all the paperwork we need to prepare Bob's Canadian permanent residence application. I ended up dealing with other things, but I hope it wasn't just a case of me trying to avoid a tough job. It's undoubtedly not nearly as tough as my fears make it seem. I'm going to do my best tomorrow to get the job done. Then Bob and I will figure out the following day's tasks wrt the application. We figured that we'd try to tackle one job each every day, and we're going to try to stick to that.
Did someone send me a thing via Amazon? I don't remember who has already asked for my new address and I'm SO confused.
It's the big week. I'm so tired. Also, in the NEW office, it's over 80F. But it's been strangely hot the last week even though the boilers aren't on. Weird.
There are thousands upon thousands of men and women across the country's military branches who have given their lives in defense of the nation, or as victims of the country's necessary and unnecessary wars. This day is complicated, especially for someone who grew up in Canada, where solemn remembrance of such losses are marked on Nov. 11.
Over the years, I've come to mark Memorial Day in two ways. I honor those people, so many of them young, who gave the last full measure of devotion in wars. And I also remember people who I lost. So here are two essays I wrote in previous years.