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Here's an item that's a couple of days old that I forgot to post about. You all knew about whiny piece of Nazi trash Richard Spencer coming to the University of Florida to spew. If you're a regular reader, you probably also knew that the UF campus was my second home growing up: music lessons, orchestra practice, the summer class where I learned BASIC, my dad's office. I was a faculty brat, but like most of us not really that bratty. (Evil Sister & her friends made up for my lack of brattiness.)

What most of you didn't know was that shortly before Spencer was scheduled to speak, a member of the UF music faculty went to the top of Century Tower, the brick bell tower that I walked past hundreds if not thousands of times, and played "Lift Every Voice and Sing" on the carillon. For those not in the know, that song is the NAACP's anthem and was often sung during the civil rights marches in the '60s.

The UF posted video on its Twitter feed: shots of Century Tower from several points I'd walked through, audio of the song. I watched it from work and bawled.

Oh by the way, I'm told the UF audience and protesters did a fine job of making Spencer and his little band, about two dozen supporters in all, look like the assholes they are. Three of those two dozen were arrested for attempted murder in Alachua, FL, not far from Gainesville, where the UF is.

Says Mom, the reason Spencer was allowed there in the first place was spinelessness on the part of the UF's board of directors, not its president.

How dare they? How dares any of them?

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Oct. 22nd, 2017 12:11 pm
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Not a bad week, I guess. Right now I'm feeling pretty down and hopeless, partly because of this article about Trump plus the fact that my family's economic future depends largely on Social Security and Medicare, which Trump's government seems hell-bent on destroying; and partly... I don't know what. I don't think depression and anxiety need a reason.

I did manage to figure out approximately what I should have been withholding for taxes; I also found out that the deadline for the second quarter's estimated tax payment was last month, so I'm slightly more screwed than I thought I was. Only slightly. That adds to the anxiety, of course.

N. and the kids have been away since Wednesday morning, with N and g at OVFF. It's been a bit lonely. I have, however, been getting things done, including putting up shelves and a little artwork, and setting up my desk with what amounts to a dual-monitor setup with the external monitor above Cygnus. I'm using the traditional makeshift monitor stand: a ream of printer paper. I actually did find my other Thinkpad keyboards, but with Cygnus on the desk I don't need them.

Our second week of prepared menus has worked out pretty well, though I did end up going out shopping Tuesday for some things that I'd missed on Sunday, and a little bit on Friday. It does seem as though we're spending less. I've also determined that I have to go grocery shopping alone -- it's impossible for me to stick to a list if there's someone else along. I really have difficulty saying "no" to anybody, and it's stressful.

Yesterday Colleen and I went to the Bayview farmer's market after picking up the bike helmet we'd ordered. Bought lunch (samosas) and some jam. See above about saying "no".

I did manage to say "no" to the life insurance agent. Yes, it's great that I was able to qualify for the lowest possible rate, which means I'm a lot healthier than most septuagenarians. But my financial advisor, who I consulted last Friday, pointed out that since my social security, IRA, and pension between them are enough to keep us going; unlike the situation in Seattle, we're not relying on my salary to pay the mortgage. (Colleen's SS payment is half of mine and will go away after I die; it does make a difference but the family would still get by without it.)

The thing that still scares the hell out of me is what would happen if I don't die, but simply get incapacitated, or if either Colleen or I end up needing more expensive care. Then we're hosed.

Notes & links, as usual )

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Yesterday? Biking to fetch repaired 'Vogs in the rain* followed by leg waxing, napping, and a trip to the anniversary party for MOKEDO*, an arts space down in Sodo. I had noticed some reflective and translucent sheets of various materials on the floor and adjoining wall, figuring it was Some Art Thing. I figured right. Proprietress Mollie Bryan likes to do and show art involving various forms of light, and around 2230 she stopped the groovy techno from Ed Beier, donned a kimono, put on the sort of finger LEDs beloved of ravers on MDMA, and made with the reflections, refractions, etc. There was super spacey live techno by Cyanwave that really went well with the performance, even if I did think it dragged on a bit. It was kind of like watching clouds or a Rorschach test with moving, multicolored lights.

Oh: somebody brought a VR setup to the upstairs. Not bad. I remember how cheesy the first generation headsets were. Display & processor technologies have finally caught up to the demand.

Gotta start icing that tendonitis in my left elbow. Ow.



*Water-resistant messenger bag FTW!
**Yes, all caps.
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A long and pleasant evening out with Funny Lady, entirely at her expense because she wanted to celebrate employment, which had eluded her for quite a while.

She took me to Shiro's, which as I've said here before is expensive and sublime sushi in Belltown. She turned me onto it, and it's a joint favorite. Gosh, I would have settled for something way cheaper, but damn, you should have first-rate sushi at least once in your life.

Thence to the Wildrose for a few beers and ogling other women where they can reasonably expect to be ogled by other women, and who may in turn be ogling other women. Fun fact: one of the Siberian Siren's exes was working the door, because how many dykes in Seattle can there possibly be? Funny Lady & I lamented the difficulty of getting the queer wimmins we know through the door. The 'Rose is the quietest, most mellow place on the Hil, and I've had one (1) small issue there which the management rectified PDQ. Funny Lady hasn't had any that I know of, and she's fabulously femme and therefore likely to be taken for straight.

Are we especially thick-skinned as dykes go? Sure, you'd expect that from me because I'm used to getting funny looks and determined to make up for lost time. But Funny Lady, the southern belle? Then again, FL's a woman of the world, having lived several years each in Paris and New York.

Then Lost Lake, which I'd somehow managed never to go into despite walking past many, many times. Finally, all-night eats that aren't terrible! I asked FL how she'd explain tater tots to the French, so she explained them in French; that's why she's Funny Lady. I ate way too many tater tots.
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If you’re feeling disconnected, if you are having a hard time engaging in the world and it feels like no one sees you, if you are having a hard time finding joy or finding the will to strive towards goals you have wanted, here’s a little refocusing pep talk.


First of all, it is no great mystery right now why you are having a hard time connecting. I don’t know who you are and I don’t know your life, but I know if you have a soul and are aware of what’s going on in the world as a compassionate person, you are probably stressed, worried and afraid, even if you are leading a sheltered and/or privileged existence.


And if you aren’t leading a sheltered existence, if you’re struggling with pain, illness, financial stress, housing stress or discrimination, the past year has made all those things a lot worse.


It is this way for pretty much every compassionate soul I know.


There are things you love to do, things you are very good at, things that usually provide you joy, and if you were NOT under a huge amount of stress, they’d probably still be working right now.


Because I’m a giant nerd, I’m going to put this in computer terms.


When your system is new, and hasn’t gotten bogged down, you may have plenty of emotional resources on top of what you need to get out of bed in the morning. That 8 gigs of RAM is great when you haven’t loaded all your worries.bin and intrusivethoughts.dll and Politics.exe.


When shit gets real, your entire processor, RAM and disk drive get completely sidetracked by dealing with the cognitive and emotional demands of dealingwithcrap.html.


EVERYTHING slows down. Nonessential processes get ignored. Essential processes don’t work very well.


I’m not going to tell you there’s a magic solution, but I can tell you where the problem ISN’T and give you some strategies for freeing up resources in the short term.



  1. The problem is not you. This shit is genuinely, objectively hard. Literally everyone is struggling with it. Rich celebrities are struggling with it, and they can literally buy all the stress relief that money can buy… but they can’t just fix the problem.

  2. Just because it’s hard for everyone doesn’t mean that your struggle is small or irrelevant. Survivor’s guilt or “Privilege guilt” from not having to struggle with EVERY issue will not help the people who are dealing with worse, and it will not help you. It is understandable to have thoughts about “But other people have it worse!” But please do not use that as a reason not to give yourself a break for struggling with what is, objectively, hard, even if it isn’t objectively the “hardest”. (Literally everyone thinks there’s someone worse off than them. And they’re right. It doesn’t MATTER in the triage of “Do you get to feel bad.” Yes. You can feel bad.

  3. “Other people are coping better! If someone who is disabled can cope so well, why can’t I?” First of all, that idea can fuck off. I can tell you that for me, a disabled person, one of the reasons I can do some of the things I do is that my inability to do all the things that people normally do means that that stuff has been picked up by a support system I am lucky to have,

    If you see someone on a prosthetic leg running marathons, it’s because they had the support system to get that prosthetic leg, the physical training to learn how to use it, medical care, etc… they did not just magically wake up in the morning as an amputee with no resources and run a marathon. I’m not out running marathons because my disability precludes that kind of exercise and it’s not a reasonable goal for me to have.


There are a fair number of accomplishments which can bend to sheer force of will, but even force of will (read: sustained focused effort) is a RESOURCE that not everyone is good at, and some people who sometimes have a strong force of will, do not ALWAYS have a strong force of will in every situation.


So, how to free up resources?



  1. Forgive yourself up front. It’s hard enough dealing with all the shit without having to deal with your own self-flagellation. It’s a hard habit to get out of. Use self talk. “This is legitimately hard. Anyone would have a hard time with this. I’m not a bad person for having difficulty with a difficult thing.”

  2. Break things into manageable chunks.

  3. If your phone has a calendar function, put everything into it. Operate under the assumption that you’re having a hard time and let yourself lean on the tools available to keep track, even when your brain is not registering everything. You do not need to store your entire calendar in your brain. Set up reminders.

  4. Look for ways to streamline. I fill a pill-minder with my meds every two weeks, and the ones that don’t go in the pill-minder are literally the first thing I see when I sit up in bed in the morning. This saves a lot. If you have an elaborate hair and makeup routine, if it is too much, look for ways to simplify. When purchasing clothes, look for ways to minimize your decision-making. Don’t waste cognitive function on trivial shit that can be managed structurally.

  5. Block out specific time to check on current events and pay attention to the national shitshow… and ONLY that time. Don’t wallow for 8 hours at a stretch on the national news, it is NOT good for your mental health. It is possible to take in the full horror in under an hour per day. You can’t fix it all, but you can pick which issues you devote time to and what kind of time you spend.  Aggregators like WTF and even Late Night hosts can help streamline the process of checking in with less stress than watching national news.

  6. Allow yourself down time. It’s hard to be social when everyone is so stressed.

  7. If you need connection, sometimes structured activities, volunteering, church if you go (there are very progressive churches available) are easier than casual social events.

  8. Reach out online. You are not alone.


Now, there are going to be times when you really just have to get shit done. When you need your brain to shut the fuck up for a bit and let you DO.


Here are the SHORT TERM tricks to get your brain in gear.



  1. Compartmentalize. Need to go have a job interview? Need to take a test? Time for some visualization. Picture all the shit that is weighing you down, every intrusive thought, as things that you can pack into an envelope or a picnic basket or hell, a U-haul if they’re big enough. Put ‘em all in. Every one of them. Close up the basket and set it down inside your front door. When you walk out that door, all that stuff stays at home. It will be there when you get back, we’re not throwing it out. Just don’t take it with you to school, to your job interview. DO pick it back up when you get home. We’re not burying it, we’re just giving it a time and place.

  2. Some of the intrusive worries may be livelier than others. If they try to follow you out the door, or show up when you don’t want them, give them the name and voice of someone you don’t like or trust and would dismiss out of hand. “You’re terrible at this.”

    “Shut up, Kellyanne, no one trusts you.”

    “Just hit the snoozebutton, it doesn’t matter.”

    “Fuck off Chad, I’m getting up.”

    It just needs to be someone you would roll your eyes at.

    (h/t to the Check please fandom for this one, IDK who posted it first, but it stuck with me as one of the most useful things I’ve ever learned online.)

  3. Be nice to your future self by taking care of literally everything you possibly can the night before. Pick out clothes. Decide what you will eat. Have a checklist if you need to. Find everything that needs finding while you’re awake. I know this sounds overly organized but it’s something I’ve had to do because if I didn’t, mornings were hell and involved me driving people places when I wanted to be asleep because we missed a bus. It is ten times easier to find clothes when you’re not supposed to be out the door in ten minutes. This is all done cognitively. Some people do these things instinctively? I guess? I don’t. I have to think about every single step every time. But it’s worth it to not have a panic attack when I’m trying to get someplace important and am ending up late. When I was still responsible for getting my kids to school, I could get my middle child from sound asleep to the bus in about 7 minutes because everything was completely set up ahead of time.


Anyway. I hope some of this helps. If nothing else, remembering that this is a reasonable response to unreasonably stimulus has helped me immeasurably.



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Lyrics

Oct. 20th, 2017 01:42 pm
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No real name. This was an instafilk based on a FB post

TTTO "People" by Barbra Streisand
People
People who hate people
Are the horrib'lest people in the world,
They're children
Whiny, bratty children
And they're letting their trollish side
Make fun of and deride
Acting more like cavemen
Than children.
Haters are most annoying people,
They're the angriest people in the world
They're on Twitter
On Facebook and on Twitter
They're missing part of their soul
So they attack and they troll
They'll use ALL CAPS and swear
So there is a person
Who hates people
People who hate people
Are the angriest people
In the world

The original song, for comparison, is on Youtube

still a bit banged up

Oct. 20th, 2017 09:16 am
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[Access restricted for kink - or rather, the consequences thereof.]

But first: Learning Elixir for work. So far so good. Slightly weird syntax in places, but not verbose and not an egregious violator of the sadly underrated Principle of Least Astonishment.

You know those spectacular bruises I picked up at the Folsom Street Fair, or more precisely, the Friday night before? The last of the deep purple and yellow disappeared early this week, but most of the large original area of the bruises is still faintly lavender. I've never seen anything quite like it on myself or anyone else. I can't help but wonder if it's ever going away, because it's been four weeks now.
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I called Mom from the bus yesterday to warn her that the zit on the face of humanity that is Richard Spencer is coming to the University of Florida, and that she should avoid the UF campus while that's happening. It turns out I needn't have worried: she knew who he was. She also knew that the president of the UF had originally planned to deprive him of a platform, but what I didn't know was that the UF's board of directors had caved in to the threat of a lawsuit and allowed Spencer to come. She also knew that Florida's governor had arranged for a heavy law enforcement presence. I'm relieved in more than one way that she's on top if this situation.

I've mentioned this before: the UF campus was my second home growing up. It was my happy place to be a nerdy closet trans girl. And now it's being defiled by chickenshit, broken-headed racists. I hope Gainesville gives them hell.

My father, who was a professor at UF and death on racism, is turning in his grave.
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It's been pretty slow going,
but not as slow as I predicted?
Which is good.
I livestream a lot of it on Instagram
for the good company.
And otherwise I just listen to music and work.
And Maybe comes up and annoys me all the time.


1. Sort of starting to take shape? Sort of? Don't think about how much left there is to do...




More developments. )
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Getting from here to there.

(I'm posting these up as I fend off some health stuff).

So for this year's Inktober, I decided on one big project,
and decided to revisit the Bronze Forest concept,
from some years ago.

So here we go. Something that's going to take me ages, lol. The Copper Forest.


1.




Developments )

[Photos] 2017 - Boranup Forest II

Oct. 17th, 2017 01:13 pm
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In October,
we revisited the Boranup forest,
this time with my Mum.

Everything was so much greener,
always so much love for Boranup.


The beast with hair of green.




More forest, this time in October )

gifts not (yet?) given

Oct. 16th, 2017 01:43 pm
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I did a little drive by to Inn Thrall to bid a relatively brief happy birthday to the proprietress, Kathleen Ashford. Against my better instincts I showed up empty-handed; I had no idea what she might like that she doesn't already have several of in that rambling and well-stocked house. (Yeah, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.) I discovered from the other gifts she got that she's partial to her weed, which is surprising as sunrise, really.

Over drinks with J&R last night I mentioned regretting not getting her some weed, and they pointed out that there's still a limit to how much you can legally have in your possession if you're not growing or selling it. It had never occurred to me that birthdays might present a problem for stoners in a legalized environment.

Speaking of birthdays & B&Bs, the Tickler has expressed a desire for a stay in a nice hotel sometime. I checked, and Inn Thrall, despite being a B&B, is acceptable to her. Pity her birthday wasn't that long ago, but I can find another occasion.

Done last week (20171008Su - 14Sa)

Oct. 15th, 2017 10:56 am
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On the whole a pretty good week. (I was going to say, "not a bad week", but it may actually qualify for good this time. I'm really bad at evaluating subjective stuff like that.)

I got my taxes done. Probably still some things missing, but since I only owed $117 over what I estimated back in April I'm not going to complain. Much. I'm still in a world of trouble over the lack of withholding on some of the pensions. That's going to bite me. Well, I'll put in an estimated payment for the quarter; that will help.

Naomi came home Sunday with the scooters, and we got one of them out of the van. (G and I got the other out last night with the help of my folding ramp.) And yesterday on the way home from dinner out we stopped at the bike shop in Bayview and ordered Colleen a (purple, of course) helmet.

Meanwhile, I have reconfirmed my dislike for the Mac user interface (Windows would be worse). The main reason is the inconsistent bindings for control, meta, and super (the "logo" key). It's almost tolerable with a Thinkpad keyboard and x2vnc, but the key bindings in Emacs are wonky and cut-and-paste doesn't work between the two systems.

Also, of course, Raven's handling of its external monitor is broken, and the desk isn't wide enough for it plus the monitor anyway. (It is wide enough for Cygnus to the left of the monitor, so I may end up doing that.) I have Raven on a tray table to the right of the monitor, which isn't ideal because, oh, yeah: my newest Thinkpad keyboard has started dropping keystrokes. Basically unusable at this point, and it's only a year old. Lenovo's QC has really tanked -- I miss IBM. And I can't find the box with my other keyboards :P Unlike the drill and the router, I know that one is in the garage because I saw it there. I blame the cats.

The cats are all doing okay. Even Bronx, who remains a bit fragile and isn't eating all that well.

We are making progress toward making the room over the garage into a usable living space. By not making large structural changes, and not making it an official ADU, we can probably save a lot.

Notes & links, as usual )

[Photos] Boranup Forest

Oct. 16th, 2017 12:06 am
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I always feel a bit empty
if I don't get to visit the Boranup forest at least once a year.

Comprising mostly young karri leaves,
with a distinctive karri biome,
made up of metres of layers of karri bark that drops from the silvery branches every year.


Grey days, silvery trees.




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Oct. 14th, 2017 07:49 pm
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Hi dreamwidth! Apparently I post once a month now.

Things are not going so hot. I asked to have my hours at work cut back by two thirds because I can't handle my already much-reduced schedule any more. I'm still working the old "long" hours this month while they find someone to cover my shifts, and it feels like it will be excruciatingly long until Remembrance Day, the deadline I gave them. Playing a fun game of "Diagnosis! Of! Exclusion!" with my doctor to see if maybe I have chronic fatigue syndrome - or one of its hard-to-pin-down diagnostically-wishy-washy cousins - on top of chronic migraine. 'Cause my head hurts, yes, all the time, but also I'm so goddamn TIRED all the time. I have no stamina and any kind of exertion puts me in bed for days recovering. So. Cutting back on work. I will need to apply for disability. I sure as heck hope I am /approved/ for disability, because I already did the sell-my-house thing once and I can't move to Abbotsford. My doctor of 19 years is supportive, I don't have any reason to think I won't be approved, just... it's a big depressing discouraging deal, is all. With a lot of paperwork and gatekeepers.

I'm glad I can still work a LITTLE - the idea of not being a pharmacist at all is very distressing - but my ideal balance involves a lot more apothecary-ing and a lot less lying in bed half-asleep clutching my head in pain. At least flu shots are in! I can spend all 4 weeks of my remaining higher-hour schedule stabbing people in the public interest.

My fiddlar-visit was fantastic/depressing/fantastic! Depressing only because I wanted to be AWAKE for more of it. But like, I got serenaded, she stuffed my fridge full of coq au vin and sammiches, and patted my head and brought me advil. I love you too, honey.

Greg is a radiant ball of sunshine in my blackout curtained off life. We're up to book 11 of the Oz books - he just ran in here and snuggled up, demanding another chapter, before racing back to making more elaborate, tricksy Mario Maker levels. (Note to Juli: he has hit his limit of uploads and refuses to swap out old ones for new ones. I'm working on him! You should come over and play them locally some time, there are some maze ones that really... make me super dizzy? I'm not selling this well, am I.)

OH OH! And my parents are moving IN TO MY BUILDING next month! I know for some people this would be terrible news, but I am ECSTATIC. If you know my parents you know that I won the parent lottery - the idea of being able to visit even when I'm totally wiped out by just hopping in the elevator is pretty amazing. Greg has been cracking himself up by saying every time we get home from school "We're not home, we're at GRAMMA AND PERRY'S HOUSE!" ("Grampa" never sticks for long. Possibly the fault of Phineas & Ferb.)

It wasn't a date, but...

Oct. 14th, 2017 06:11 pm
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I had a long night out with the Lady With the Unbelievable Name (LWUN? L1.) We got some cheap but acceptable sushi at Musashi's in the ID, hit a bar called Joe's around the corner where the floor was littered with pull tabs. L1 got hit on a couple of times. It's a blue collar joint, and I felt a little like a jerk tourist - somebody asked if we were from out of town - but the main reason we were there was its location.

Then Contour for a benefit night for Young Women Empowered. All women DJs, including local fave of mine Griffingrrl. It was a good place to be a dirty older woman. Ahem. Oddly enough, I'd never been in there even though I know at least one person who works there because I won't go to Pioneer Square alone; that's why I contacted L1 in the first place.

Then the opening of Nightjar, Michael Manahan's new joint at 407 2nd Ave. Ext S, which turns out to be around the corner from where the Catwalk used to be. We missed Riz's set, but we did get to say hi to him earlier. Music? Definitely an edge to it, but the big dance floor was packed. It might be a better place to go when it isn't quite so crowded, and as you might expect from an old raver like Manahan, this is a place where people go to dance.

Meh: L1's into the woo, and has a primary partner. Our long night out last night definitely wasn't a date.

Yay: She does, however, have the Seattle trifecta going: queer, poly, and a flavor other than vanilla. She's cute, she's fairly close to my age, she's a lot of fun, and she's into a lot of the same things I am. I'll be seeing more of her in the future.

Today: lunch with my son, then catching up on sleep instead of a certain elder Goth's birthday party at the zoo. I feel bad about that, but I really was in no shape to leave my lake place. (There may have been an awful lot of caffeine & alcohol consumption last night. Ahem.) Besides, the Wendling was really, really late due to a botched attempt to dodge traffic on I-5.
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So, last week, I thought I'd try something with apples and leeks with pork in rosemary and red wine. Sounds great, right?

Well, that dish on top was what I did. I asked The Prince how he liked it and he shrugged. Since I'm making these meals at least in part because I want to post articles on my blog about them, I asked him what was wrong. His comment, "The pasta is okay and all, but you know that apples, onions and sweet potato dish you do in the Fall? I think that's what this dish is really calling for."

He was right.

The dish I do every fall? I slice apples, sweet potatoes, and onions, layer them in a dish with a bit of butter on top, cover, and bake. Delicious, and if you have an oven, I encourage you to try it. A friend of mine back over a decade ago brought it to a family meal once, and it really is very, very good.

Using The Prince's inspiration, I adapted this to a one-skillet meal you'll be sure to love. The pasta version is okay. The sweet potato version is All That's Good About Fall is and like angels singing.

Equipment you'll need:

  • Deep Skillet with a cover.

  • A source of heat that's reliably even

  • A sharp knife

  • A Cutting board


Pork Chops Graced with Autumn Goodness



  • 1 pork chop for each person you're serving. They should be reasonably thick.

  • 1 Medium apple, diced. I prefer the tartness of a Granny Smith to contrast with the sweetness of the sweet potato, but a firm, sweet apple would also be okay.

  • 2 cups sliced leeks

  • 2 cups sweet potato, cut into 2-inch cubes

  • 3 T olive oil

  • ¼ c red wine

  • 1 sprig fresh rosemary, or 2 T ground rosemary

  • Salt and pepper to taste




Heat olive oil in a pan on medium. Add sweet potatoes and cook ~10 minutes, covered.



They should start to be softer around the edges but still firm. Add leeks and apple with rosemary and cook another 5-7 minutes covered until leeks become tender.



Add red wine and pork chops, sprinkling with salt and pepper. Cook about 3 minutes on a side until cooked through.



Serve.

(The Prince insists that I must add the caution that one should not count on leftovers)

Oops. That went...too well?

Oct. 13th, 2017 10:42 pm
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So. When I pack a banana as a snack, I take a Sharpie and write a little note on it. Sometimes it's sweet or kind or encouraging.

Often it is, instead, a joke. Usually a corny joke - which around here gets called "a Mom joke" if that tells you anything. :)

So, I think earlier this week but maybe it was late last, I sent them in with bananas that read:
Q: What do you call a fish with no eyes?

A: A fsh!

This is funny, and I thought Ian in particular would get a good laugh out of it. I was right, but I was a little underestimating, apparently. At parent-teacher conference yesterday, his teacher told me he enjoyed it greatly. Then he told it to her a couple times. And he told it to all his classmates, all of whom started laughing. (She's not sure they all got it - some just liked saying 'fsh!' she thinks, or found it funny because everyone else did.) Then they told it to each other. And her.

...I wonder how many parents got to hear about fsh! that night.

There's a variant in our house now - I first heard it from Ian, apparently he got it from Andrew, and where Andrew got it I am not sure.
Q: What do you call a fish with no eyes?

A: A leaky pipe! *hand gestures of water splashing out* FSH!


...my Mom joke has been one-upped, even.

Postscript: The kid is all right.

Oct. 11th, 2017 08:13 pm
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Never mind my angst about ECCC vs. Sydney Mardi Gras. When I told the kiddo I'd gotten us both passes to ECCC, he said, "You got one for yourself, too?" As if I we hadn't gone together every single time either one of us has been there. Needless to say, once I explained the unfortunately simultaneous fabulosity about to happen on the other side of the world, he was copacetic with my going there.

When I told Ex, she even suggested her fella, Mr. Right Now, as a possible recipient of my pass. In the name of trying to build my son's social life, I asked if there was anyone his own age he'd like to go with. He couldn't think of anyone, but as I told him, he has plenty of time.
sistawendy: (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
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I just bought tickets for Emerald City Comicon for myself and my son for Saturday, March 3rd. 'That's hardly newsworthy,' you could reasonably think. 'You two have gone together every year for several years.'

Here's where it gets newsworthy: On my bucket list is going to Sydney for Mardi Gras. That's their equivalent of Pride, because the usual time for celebrating, i.e. around the anniversary of the Stonewall riots on June 28th, is the start of their winter. (Oh noes! Winter in Sydney!) And when is their big parade next year? March 3rd.

Mind you, I haven't started on the Mardi Gras plan. I have Burning Man buddies who've offered a couch, but I haven't asked in earnest yet. (The Siberian Siren wants to do the Dinah Shore weekend at some point, but I have information that we may be too late for next year.)

On the one hand, there have been and will be other ECCCs. The passes are transferrable, even. I always have to remind the Wendling of when ECCC is happening, so he's not that enthused about it, and certainly not that enthused about being there with me.

On the other hand, I haven't spent that much time with him ever since he got a job. There are a lot of things I never got around to doing with him when he was a child. (OK, he's a world class whiner about traveling and many other things, which is a major part of that, but still.) How many more chances am I going to get?
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