I am enjoying:

Jun. 25th, 2017 10:05 pm
yam: (Bookish)
[personal profile] yam
1. My buzzcut. It's juuuust getting to peak scritchable length, and Greg can't stop petting my head.

2. And saying "Mama, you're so sleepy! Awww! You're like the laziest, cuddliest cat!" It's been a bad fortnight for fatigue so this is kind of a best-case interpretation. Good thing he likes cats.

3. Cooking! I just cooked 3 or 4 days worth of meals, despite OH GOD HOT, and now I feel smug. Also sweaty. I suspect operation Put Protein In My Face Also Have You Heard Of Vegetables will improve my alertness. Maybe? Anyway, still making o.O face at how the meat thermometer makes me able to magically cook perfect moist chicken every time. You can just pour salad dressing on it and pop it in at 400 and wait for the beep and let it rest for ten minutes and TADA. LIFE CHANGING. Also cauliflower is very forgiving and I am grateful, because it turns out deconstructed cheese sauce is NOT really a thing so much? I have pickled crab salad for lunch tomorrow at work, which I haven't tasted yet but has crab, vinegar, and avocado and I feel like it can't go wrong.

4. The taxi that drove by just as I realized that it was a million degrees and I had bought more groceries than I could sustainably carry. Yay! Thanks Royal City cab guy! He was absurdly shocked that I gave a decent tip. I'm sorry that's really surprising, Royal City cab guy. Also I enjoyed your traffic conspiracy theory.

5. Birthday oysters! And scallops. And lobster. And Greg's discovery of oyster crackers and declaration that hexagonal food is delicious.

6. Flowers in my kitchen! Thank you, Jessie. <3 Greg said "I hope the cat doesn't eat them!" and then remembered that Toby died two years ago. So then he came up with an elaborate mission impossible scheme whereby the elderly cat who lives in the nearby pet food store might escape, scale our building, sneak in through the porch door, and start nomming down on my roses. "It might happen! I HOPE NOT!" One of these days I'll crack and get another cat for my little cat lady. (And me.) But not while it's so. bloody. hot. Also I feel like I should finish unpacking first? So maybe in six years, you know.

Done last week (20170618Su - 24Sa)

Jun. 25th, 2017 06:46 pm
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I spent pretty much the whole work, during "working hours" anyway, working on a project that's been on my queue for years: getting my lyrics to print two-sided and ensuring that if songs occupy two pages that they span an even-odd two page spread. It's working, as of this afternoon.

There are a couple of subtleties. Notably, if you're just printing a whole bound songbook, you don't care which side of the page a one-page song goes on. If you're printing individual songs to go into a looseleaf binder, on the other hand, you need a cover sheet on the first (right-hand) page to force both pages of a two-page song onto the correct page. And of course if you're printing lyrics to go on a song's web page, you don't want the cover page. But I have it working.

I also got Father's Day calls from both of my kids, got the keys to the new house (in a little party Monday afternoon), scheduled our move out of the apartment (for Wednesday July 12th, which will give us a little time to pack), got in contact with the various utility companies, and, ... I'm not sure there was much else. That's probably enough.

I still have the persistent feeling of not getting much done, and I'm constantly appalled at how much has to be done before we can move into the new place, and how little time we have. I'm still scared about how little money we have, and worried about the amount of stuff we still have to do to the new house to make it work for our family.

Not to mention whether we'll have anything at all left after Trump and his goons get through destroying our social safety net, not to mention the planet.

And speaking of global warming, it's in the 90s this week. For Seattle, that's scorching.

Notes & links, as usual )

Nun acts nunly, in a queer way.

Jun. 24th, 2017 08:12 am
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Last night I skipped the Trans Pride march to set up & staff the table for Lambert House at the rally in the park that followed. That was more intense than I expected: I must have spoken to at least a hundred people in ones and twos over the course of three or so hours about the house.

Categories of people my fellow volunteer S and I talked to, in decreasing order of number:
  • People who just wanted to know what we were about - we're a safe place for queer kids to be together, basically, plus activities, and a few social services. I got the impression that there are people who instantly understand the value of a safe space by and for queers, and there are people who don't. I'll give you one guess as to the queerness of each group.
  • People who wanted to volunteer! I only had a handful of paper applications, so I sent people to the web site and handed out volunqueer coordinator B's business card liberally.
  • People who wanted to know how the fund raising is going. Many people knew about the eleventh-hour loan we got last year and the consequent capital campaign. I know what's going on with that better than most volunteers by virtue of hanging out with the director to do reports, but even I don't know much. I do know that we need six- or better yet seven-figure donations in the next few years if we want to keep our house.
  • One therapist. I got to give him the special clipboard.

  • I got mysteriously cold after the sun went down, possibly a blood sugar crash from the absurdly early dinner I ate so I could be on time. S took pity on me, saying she'd tear down - I'd done most of the setup after literally running down the questionably parked B, who's no good at giving directions. I administered Molly Moon's ice cream and warm Guinness at the Merc immediately, but I completely struck out at finding anybody I knew who wanted to party on the Hill last night. Even the young Burning Man campmates I ran into were calling it quits early. Weird.

    Picked up Saga, vol. 2 - so much tasty plot! - and came home to m'boy, was reminded how much I don't miss his clutter & mess in my apartment, and went to bed.

    Today's plan: work out, get gussied up, Greenwood car show & pizza with m'boy, hit the Hill for the street fair & dyke march, and the Siberian Siren's party. If you want to meet up with me, late afternoon is your best bet.

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Jun. 23rd, 2017 03:59 pm
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My shoulder is (mostly) better and so too is my state of mind, having gone from AW FUCK I NEED TO QUIT AGAIN AND FIGURE OUT HOW TO LIVE ON DISABILITY IF I CAN EVEN QUALIFY FOR IT EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE OH GOD I HOPE I DON'T HAVE TO SELL _THIS_ PLACE TOO NOOOOOO to OKAY I CAN KEEP WORKING IT SUCKS SOMETIMES BUT THAT WAS JUST A TEMPORARY TROUGH OF BLECH. That's a lot of capslock! It was exhausting. I am exhausted.

I got to see a friend being ordained, and it was so moving and wonderful. I cried and I laughed and I smiled and I prayed. And accidentally played a crow-trick on her by getting my head shaved while I was killing time before the service. (Sorry not sorry.) There was a huge, full, gratuitously beautiful double rainbow outside, just as the service ended, and Juli was framed against it, wearing a lei, and listen I would buy that postcard. (Instead I bought a postcard of the organ in St. Mark's, which is very handsome! Also a postcard of the cathedral hiding behind CHUBBLIES.) I had never been to an Anglican service and I am a bit in love.

Me, buying postcard: Chubblies!!!
Sisterofjuli: What?
Me: *points at cherry blossoms*
Sisterofjuli: Is that what they call cherry trees in Canada?
Me: YES!
Sisterofjuli: How interesting!
Me, ashamed: ...no, it's not what they call cherry trees in Canada.

BUT IT SHOULD BE, OBVS.

Well, cherry blossoms, anyway.

Me: What time-o-clock is it?
Scruff: 5:30.
Sisterofjuli: Is that how they ask what time it is in Canada?
Me: YES!
Sisterofjuli: How inte--
Me and Scruff: NO IT IS NOT

There is an eagle nest in one of the power towers along the highway from the border to the ferry! And it has adorable ginormous probably going to fledge soon eaglets in it right now and I saw one!

Was it something I said?

Jun. 22nd, 2017 08:41 pm
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Several people who were on my friends list here dropped off. Such is life. If you want my witty repartee, that's mostly over on facebook. Here you will find primarily (boring) details of my life, health, and finances.

Life: I'm at this moment on my way to Contata. Grisly details: some leftover Delta points were surprisingly enough for a redeye to JFK. I could have brought a small instrument, like a uke, on Delta. But I'm not flying back on Delta. Somehow, I booked a return trip on Frontier. I don't think I knew what I was doing. On Frontier, a uke would count as a carryon. They charge for carryons. So, I have a daypack.

It's OK. I know there will be many kind people who will be happy to loan me an instrument if I ask.

I arrive at JFK at 6 AM. I estimate 2 hours to get to Morristown from there.

Finances: I probably have close to just barely enough cash on hand to cover my share of the hotel room. I'll need more if I'm going to have enough for things like transportation, food, spending money. I brought a few spare CDRs to peddle, plus (good news) I have over $200 in bids so far on ebay auctions that end Monday night. If people pay promptly (most do) I'll be fine. If not, well, I can use my Paypal card, and that should give me an extra day or two, by which time everything will be fine. Worst case scenario: next payday is a week from tomorrow.

Health: Everything seems OK.

Well, I'm almost at the airport now. Bye.

*sigh*

Jun. 22nd, 2017 01:10 pm
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Gorgeous, sunny day today.

I really donwanna be at work.

nun vs. RSI

Jun. 21st, 2017 01:09 pm
sistawendy: (hopeful nun)
[personal profile] sistawendy
I've taken a few steps recently to combat repetitive strain injury:
  1. I now use a Kinesis Advantage2 keyboard at work. The layout is different enough from my old Microsoft Natural that I'm still climbing the learning curve after about a week. It may necessitate getting another one for home to prevent the hangover of switching back and forth.
  2. Not using any damn built-in laptop keyboards. I swear those things are a major problem. I do have an MS Natural at home, but until recently I was only using it on my work machine, not my personal one.
  3. Ahem. Jilling off about half as often as I used to, which means it's less time-consuming as well. Ah, the tribulations of sex reassignment surgery, as mine was called at the time.
So is all of this working? I think so, but it's a little bit soon to tell.

One other bit

Jun. 20th, 2017 10:39 pm
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I won't be in Finland for Worldcon, but I *will* be in Jackson, WY for the 2017 solar eclipse. If you look at the eclipse map for Wyoming, you'll see that Jackson is smack in the path for totality.

This is going to be very cool!
sistawendy: (butterfly)
[personal profile] sistawendy
I mentioned on Zuckerberg's data mine a few days ago that I was going to be tabling for Lambert House at the Trans Pride march & rally this Friday. On Sunday, Elaine Wylie, one of the organizers of Trans Pride, who I know socially from way back, said that Lambert House hadn't registered and that we'd better hurry up if we wanted a space, and we'd have to bring our own furniture because that ship had sailed.

I sprang into action, emailing and leaving the justifiably hated voicemail for the LH volunteer coordinator, B. As luck would have it, I had trans group last night, so I got to see B. He says that a) he had thought that was as good as done earlier, b) now it really is mischief managed, c) LH has chairs & tables, and d) I'm a Hero of Socialist Queerdom for sounding the alarm. Another fine coincidence is that B had just called an unprecedented meeting of the trans group facilitators to talk about what we can do to boost attendance. That table should be a good start.

And oh by the way, there's another LH volunteer, P, who I know from the poly community. She's tall, zaftig, and cute. She's an amazing dresser. She says smart things in a deep, sexy voice. She's queer - yeah, nearly all LH volunteers are. And she'll be at the table for Trans Pride along with your ever-hopeful nun. Now that I type that, it occurs to me that she may not be as cisgender as I thought. Mrowr!

Memories good and bad

Jun. 20th, 2017 10:03 am
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[personal profile] filkerdave

I like the "On This Day" feature over on Facebook. It's kind of a near way to go back and look at what I was doing a year ago, two years ago, three years ago, or more.

8 years ago, I was up in New England for Conterpoint, that year's Permanent Floating Northeast Filk Convention. In 2012 I'd just come back from England. I was there for a friend's wedding and it was lovely! In 2014, I was also in England (not surprising, because I was living there at the time) and I was regretting the last pint the night before.

A year after that, in 2015, I'd just arrived in Stockholm for several days holiday before going of to Åland for Archipelacon. It was a great trip. really relaxing. Stockholm, Mariehamn, Turku, Helsinki. Had a lot of fun on that trip, both alone and with other people.

Some day I'll get back there.
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I realized, over the weekend, what she was doing to me.

And yet I can't really tell if, at the most extreme depths, she quite realized what it was.

She speaks evil of the educational institutions. And yet, watching one such friend graduate - and hearing the speeches given during the ceremony - were something I needed to reinforce what I've directly witnessed as a student at this same school. I needed to hear what they had to say, and I needed to see the latest batch of graduates from this school make their tedious walk to the podium, have their names read, and return to their seats. It was a restoration of that smidgen of faith in a poorly-maintained system that does its best with what it has - and really needs They Who Know Best to do better by it.

And yet, it gets darker.

How so?

I did not consent to psychological abuse.

Read more... )

Perhaps she'll find who she wants. I hope, however, she finds what she needs.

In all the fallout, though, I have assurance that these friends, would anything evil happen to me, would have helped me pick up the pieces - immediately after chiding me for doing something so stupid. It is a beautiful thing to know I have these friends who watch out for me - and, perhaps, to know that they're around to help me in a pinch. That I escaped, however, is better at the end of the day.

I can try and patch up the remaining scars and wounds. Time will heal some of them, but I'm at a point where I think I can use some professional help as to clean up the rest of this mess left behind. I still feel just the slightest bit twitchy after all is said and done. It would be far, far worse had it continued - and I don't want to consider where it would have gone, but if I came out of it with my life I would likely be a fine mess.

Though despite those scars and wounds...

...I move forward.

And I will continue to do so, without her.




* Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts, Mathematics. Arts is a fairly recent combination into the other four. If you're a Steampunk or a fan of Ben Dunn's Ninja High School, sorry - it's not completely related, even if the world can be saved by steam and involves a healthy dose of all five. =)

Done this week (20170611Su - 18Sa)

Jun. 18th, 2017 01:47 pm
mdlbear: the positively imaginary half of a cubic mandelbrot set (Default)
[personal profile] mdlbear

The only major news is that we have a firm date for when the previous owner of our house gets all his stuff moved out: June 30th. That's about three weeks sooner than the original worst-case plan, so Colleen and I will have the entire month to get moved in, rather than a week. Yay!

I don't seem to have done much this week. I did get the car charged, and deposited a bunch of checks (including some old enough that I'm not sure they're still good -- I need to get a lot better at that). Mostly I sat around the apartment exploring an assortment of math topics on Wikipedia and YouTube.

It turns out that, thanks to a paper I wrote back at Carleton with one of my math professors, it can easily be determined that my Erdős number is officially 7. Unofficially, if one includes patents as well as actual math papers, it's 4. That still probably exceeds the number of people reading this who knew what an Erdős number is before reading this. The official value almost certainly does.

I did some actual programming yesterday (which I made more progress on today), aimed at bringing my song formatting and typesetting into the 21st Century. Mostly that means switching from postscript files to PDFs everywhere, upgrading to LaTeX2e, and simplifying the build process. There are still a few formatting issues that need to be dealt with; I will be having some fun this week refactoring my horrible old style files into classes.

There was some discussion in comments elsewidth about finding a therapist; I did a little link chasing. Not going to do anything about it until after we move.

Notes & links, as usual )

sistawendy: (eek)
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I went out with the Tickler last night to see Cut Copy at the Neptune. But first, eetz: Since she really needs something gluten free, we went to Bol on 64th - the Tickler says not to go to the nearby test kitchen because it sucks several ways. Bol is a pho joint as conceived by hipsters: a simple, fairly ordinary menu with choice ingredients; good alcohol, appetizers, & dessert; higher prices; annoyingly hip utensils; and a smoking hot waitress with queer hair. Sure, would nom again, and not just because of the waitress, who the Tickler assures me is monogamously partnered up.

Minor problem: Bol is on 64th. The Neptune is on 45th. The Tickler resolved to drive us despite the pain that is parking in the U District. We were just a block from the Neptune in the fading twilight when she pulled over to let an ambulance by. As she was starting to get into the left lane, we got sideswiped by a black Nissan Leaf. I'm pretty sure it was speeding in the wake of the ambulance because its airbag deployed. Oh by the way, we hit an Uber in front of us, no thanks to Newtonian mechanics.

We're fine. In fact, ibuprofen last night was all it took for me. The Tickler may be shaken up a little worse, but she didn't do too badly either. She mulled seeing a doctor today, but I don't think I need to.

We spent most of the concert dealing with insurance & police, sometimes with me holding my umbrella over the Tickler. (Fun fact: the first cop on the scene, a UW officer, said he couldn't handle the case because the Leaf driver is a UW employee. Appearances, you know.) Once the Tickler's car, which isn't drivable but doesn't look that bad, got towed away, we walked one block to the Neptune in time to catch Cut Copy's encore. I'd planned to meet up with R & J there, but we never got closer than a text message. I got the Tickler a much needed whiskey, we peed, and we went back to her place. It occurred to both of us that our usual shenanigans were medically contraindicated; cuddles ensued.

I really did say this morning, "I had a lovely time crashing with you last night." How could I not?

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Jun. 16th, 2017 01:20 pm
yam: (Greg and mum)
[personal profile] yam
Choo choo! I am: back from Cedar Point, 37, angry at my shoulder, VERY HAPPY AT SALONPAS AND CERVICAL PILLOWS, and eating one million berries.

Cedar Point! With Greg! He had SUCH A BLAST. Thanks to Amy, Mary, Wesley, and Simon, who rallied around to help this happen for him, because I sprained my shoulder or possibly have a herniated disc or something and between that and migraine was in intense physical pain pretty much the whole trip. Oh my god that sucked. But Greg is still BOUNCING with glee, he had such an amazing time.

On the airplane from Vancouver, Greg, staring out the window: "First it was all HO gauge, mama, but now it's N gauge!" Bwah.

He rode one particular waterslide 100 times (Wesley counted,) the tilt-a-whirl 3 times in a row with Amy (and lobbied for more but we had to go,) fell in LOVE with the real steam engine, had a LOT of ice cream, got so many stuffies big and small as prizes and prezzies, and enjoyed grandly the... crappy hotel wifi?

Me: Okay, I'm walking Greg back to the hotel, he doesn't want to go on rides and wants to be back in the air conditioning.
Simon: TAKE ME TOO!
Me: Sure? I mean, you can just go by yourself any time if you want.
Simon, quietly: Aaaactually, I'm really lost. Please take me to the AC?
Me: Fine, fine! AC express! You two are totally in the same union.
Simon: The ungrateful children of the wifi!
Me: *laughing*
Simon: We need t-shirts.
Greg: I would wear one! I love wifi!

Simon is 17 and Greg is 6, but their buddy comedy pretty much went down just as I'd hoped. XD

Amy won 1000 tickets on the wheel of fish. "1000 TICKETS" is a teeny tiny stripe one twentieth of the size of a regular prize stripe, surrounded by huge swaths of "4 TICKETS" and is pretty much just there to give you false hope. Many times have we inserted a dollar in to the wheel of fish and gotten 4 tickets. Or 10 or 20, y'know, something reasonable. Last year Wesley won 100 tickets and we were shocked as hell and took photos. But this year Amy spun the wheel, and we said "Ooh, close! But still 4." And the machine kept dispensing. And dispensing. And dispensing. AND THERE WERE 1000 TICKETS. It was epic. Amy got to pick a prize from the big shelf of dusty boxes that no one actually ever wins. We were kind of amazed the box had anything IN IT. And she picked... a railway crossing light and gave it to Greg. Dawwwwwwww. <3 <3 <3 He was all HEART EYES and as soon as we got home demanded to visit Gramma Peg ASAP to see his loving grandmotherto set it up on the HO setup at her house. XD

We got to see [personal profile] tylik again! She drove over from Cleveland for the evening, and won the adoration of the boys with a stuffed bobcat (Greg) and slug pictures (Simon.) And the adoration of the me with Salonpas, OMG.

I rode on 4 coasters, out of sheer bloody-mindedness. The Maverick was great! It twisted against the direction of my shit shoulder, so it didn't hurt, and ahhhh Maverick I love you forever. Then I rode the Rougarou and IT WAS A MISTAKE. As we went up the first hill I thought "Huh, maybe my headache is just starting to come back, must be time for meds" and then we hit the BOX YOUR HEAD curves and something just exploded in my head, I hurt so much. I couldn't keep my eyes open reliably, I was crying at normal sound levels, I had to be led by the elbow back to the hotel. Which turned out to be on the other side of... STROBE LIGHT AND HAMMERS FESTIVAL. Like, pretty much literally. Fireworks, show-tunes, light show, we had to pass immediately behind TWO kick-drummers, it was so hilariously THE WORST PLACE TO HAVE A MIGRAINE. I laugh-cried really hard.

The next day I was fool enough to try more coasters, though, and it went better! I went on the new wacky VR Iron Dragon experience! Iron Dragon is a fun but relatively tame coaster, and now for a couple hours a day they have the VR experience - you put on goggles and you're on a cart pulled by a horse which promptly plummets off a cliff and is snatched up by a dragon. It was awesome! Usually VR makes me feel gross and pukey, but being on a roller coaster makes the proprioception cues actually match up with the epic videogame visuals. Well done! And I went on the Gatekeeper just before dark, while Amy took Greg to Planet Snoopy (he wanted to stare at a waterfall for a while. Thrill rating: 1.) and wow, it was so smooth and wonderful. They greased that sucker. Gatekeeper has such gorgeous views of the park and is so swoopy and grand and the keyhole makes me laugh out loud happily every time. <3

So I got some good coaster times in. But oh man. Seriously thinking about whether I should do a trip like this again next year, because it brought in to sharp relief how not okay I am. At home I do okay. I have my home set up so that I can be in a comfortable / least painful position most of the time, I have access to my medication easily and have routines around getting food during best energy times, I have Greg set up with safe things to do both when I have energy to engage and when I don't, and I don't have to push outside of my safe-without-physical-repercussions boundaries to parent him. I go to work, and it's draining, but I have slack time set up for the day after. Travelling, with a random extra injury, taking Greg out of his routine, and having to improvise things for him to do, having to scrounge/arrange for food I can eat and that he is willing to eat, having to arrange for access to my pudding / meds / place to prepare same in new places every 4 hours, sleeping in a bed that wasn't great for my shoulder thing - I was kind of a wreck. I took Greg to the waterpark and then realized I couldn't, like, physically could not manage, to take him on a waterslide. (At which point Wesley saw the dismay on my face and took Greg off to Super Slide Playland for an hour while I sat in the shade.) At home I can fool myself that I'm pretty well, even to the point of feeling like I'm a faker, like I'm not really ill / disabled, I must just be lazy. But leave that bubble and oh man, I'm a hot mess. I'm so grateful I was travelling with sweet people who wanted to take care of me and who love Greg and wanted him to have fun. I mean, Amy went through TSA security TWICE so she could literally shoulder my burdens as far as she could on my way home. I'm a lucky lady. A lucky lady who should... maybe do some hard thinking about not getting in to overwhelming situations like this. I don't know. Seeing my far away people is important to me and worth a lot of trouble. And maybe just the shoulder nonsense was the straw that broke the camel's back and it would have been fine otherwise. I don't know. I'ma have some lunch and a nap and think about it in a few weeks when, hopefully, I have the full use of my arms again.

Scene: I have just bought Greg ice cream as a special treat for waiting patiently while we were taking turns riding the iron dragon, which he was both too young for and very disinclined to do anyway.
Greg: Thank you mama.
Me: Is it good?
Greg: It's great!!!
Me: I'm glad.
Greg: But it tasted better when I went with Uncle Wesley.
Me: I see.
Wesley: I have that effect on ice cream.
sistawendy: (butterfly)
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You'll find it surprising as sunrise to learn that I've made plans for most, but not all, of Pride weekend. That's the 23rd through 25th, for those of you who'll be in the Seattle area. I inexplicably haven't posted about it yet, so:

Friday 6/23 - The Trans Pride March, starting at SCCC. I'll be tabling for Lambert House at the rally to follow. Later that evening I don't have anything scheduled, but I intend to hang out on Capitol Hill and see what develops.

Saturday 6/24 -
  • The Greenwood Car Show and lunch with m'boy for his birthday.
  • Strolling around Broadway all femmed up at and near the street fair because need you even ask why?
  • The Dyke March. I don't know who with, and I don't care. I belong there too.
  • Witness for the Siberian Siren & A's anniversary dinner. Aw. Ordinarily I might be shaking my booty at Neighbours or something, but I ♥ the SS and the fact that she's finally found a good woman - she even gives me some credit for talking her into making a go of their relationship - so of course I'll be there. Booty-shaking may happen later, of course, but I make no promises.
Sunday 6/25 - The annual super-queer parking lot party at the SS's hair stylist, which is conveniently near the parade route. Fabulous food & drink, enough so that I feel compelled to raise my game. Attractive queer women who are of course half my age.

This isn't all that different from the last couple of years. Why no lady friends? Well, Brown Eyes will still be recovering from surgery. The Tickler turned me down as well, but I forget why.

a small medical observation

Jun. 14th, 2017 01:42 pm
sistawendy: (oh yeah)
[personal profile] sistawendy
One of the things that I do as part of my morning routine is the yoga tree pose for a bit on each foot. Why this one? Because my balance isn't so good, especially on my right foot. I offer two speculative reasons for this:
  1. I have no arches. I have an outstep where most people have an instep. My feet will, if sweaty or damp, make suction on smooth surfaces. It's a neat party trick, but it also means that the muscles, nerves, and connective tissues from my ankles on down aren't exactly nominal.
  2. I sprained my right ankle repeatedly at the end of the last century and didn't do physical therapy for it. I think this explains the asymmetry.
So why post about this now? Because I've noticed it's way easier to hold tree pose, especially on my right foot, if I've had a good night's sleep the night before. It was much easier for me this morning than yesterday morning for exactly that reason. Yeah, maybe that's from the Dept. of Duh, but I'm surprised at how dramatic the effect is.

Let the Critical prep begin!

Jun. 13th, 2017 01:10 pm
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[personal profile] sistawendy
I am wearing long sleeves, a high collar, leggings, wool blend socks, and a long, heavy skirt in complete comfort in the middle of June. Ah, Seattle.

The weather was so lovely on Sunday that I walked about five miles to get stuff (water treatment tablets, a parking pass) for Critical. That was in addition to my usual six miles of biking. I slept really well that night, which leads me to the unwelcome conclusion that if I want to sleep adequately, I need to exercise like a mofo. I'd be fine with that if it weren't so time-consuming.

Speaking of Critical, I started drying food last night. I'm relieved that I'm only spending four nights there - less drying needed - even if that'll make it harder to find a place to pitch my tent. I have to say, though, that I'm not feeling nearly as psyched as I do for a Burn. If I'm lucky, lower expectations will enhance the experience.

Something about driving far into the desert feels like a pilgrimage to me. I kind of feel sorry for the people who approach from the south, i.e. most of them; it's more crowded.
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