Wednesday Yardening

Jun. 28th, 2017 04:49 pm
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Today is mild, hazy, and blustery.  Earlier I went out shooting pictures.

Doug and I had a nice long session in the ritual meadow, cutting live brush and dead branches.  \o/  We found an empty bird nest in one bush (I checked that it was empty before we cut the bush).

Tired outfit of the day

Jun. 28th, 2017 04:01 pm
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I got to work at 8, but I wasn't awake until after 11.

Good News

Jun. 28th, 2017 12:38 pm
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Good news includes all the things which make us happy or otherwise feel good. It can be personal or public. We never know when something wonderful will happen, and when it does, most people want to share it with someone. It's disappointing when nobody is there to appreciate it. Happily, blogging allows us to share our joys and pat each other on the back.

What good news have you had recently? Are you anticipating any more?

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Jun. 28th, 2017 01:09 pm
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Please allow me to just scream for a minute that my Wonder Woman/WWI story got linked by SyFy?!?!???

Also today in link round-ups, a new Things I'm Verbing: Cultural memory, peanut stew and how to be a better gentrifier.

Also related to Wonder Woman, if you've heard all kinds of Jew-hating bullshit about Gal Gadot "notching her rifle for Palestinians she's killed" and the like, this is a good rebuttal and full explanation of what Gadot's ~support for the IDF actually entails. See also. Yes, I'm still cranky about the Chicago Dyke March bullshit. This op-ed has a quite harsh take on intersectionality itself, but the basic point, that intersectionality as practiced is often antagonistic or indifferent to Jewish issues, is true to my experience. UGH. Okay. Gonna go draft that essay on Jewishness and who gets to be beautiful that I've been mulling over ever since Jenny Slate got together with Captain America.

Drive-by posting

Jun. 28th, 2017 05:50 pm
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I'm frantically trying to finish a bunch of work before I go on holiday for two weeks in July, so time for blog is very limited. I'm hoping to have lots of leisurely catch-up time to post things like photos from Vienna and Spain.

Worst thing that happened today: I forgot my glasses on the counter by the mirrors in the ladies' toilets at Birmingham New Street Station. I realised this at exactly the moment my train to London was moving away from the platform.

Best thing that happened today: I received an e-mail alert titled "hggggggfgfg", which I assumed meant, "ALERT: Engineer's Cat Has Walked Across Their Keyboard." It was later claimed that this alert was issued because of "testing", which I can only mean "testing for robustness of cat-proof-ness", a test which the system has surely failed.

In conclusion, I give you the most recent studio portraits that nursery had done of the children (late April).
[Studio portrait of Humuhumu and Keiki smiling together. Humuhumu has her peach-framed glasses on.]
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Title: If He Knew Then…
Fandom: FAKE
Author: [personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG
Setting: Shortly after Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo muses on the unhelpfulness of hindsight.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Prompt # 451: Hindsight at [community profile] slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a triple drabble.

If He Knew Then... )

Double Drabble: Horrible Sight

Jun. 28th, 2017 05:29 pm
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Title: Horrible Sight
Author: [personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 454: Idea at [community profile] tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto have to deal with something horrible.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble

Horrible Sight... )


Jun. 28th, 2017 03:24 pm
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It's not all tea shop glamour... Journaling at a kitchen sideboard while making chicken soup for my sick household. (Me included.)

Twin High-Maintenance Machines

NSFW Jun. 28th, 2017 11:34 am
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disorganization is killing me

Jun. 28th, 2017 08:48 am
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When I retired on June 30th last year (almost a whole year now!) I knew that it might be tough adjusting to a new lifestyle. After all, I had continued working after having my two children and that was back in the day when working mothers were given only three months' paid maternity leave and fathers none! (Now it's a year for both, I believe. Such a huge difference that would have made in my day. But on reflection I think my experience made me a tougher person and able to deal with anything that came my way.)

Anyway, I've discovered that retirement isn't easy! It requires a huge adjustment from living a life of organization to one of a freewheeling mess that I am not used to and don't particularly enjoy!

A year ago I couldn't wait for my last day of work to come. I felt quite impatient waiting for it and slacked off something terrible because I was suddenly sick and tired of our patients and what I perceived as all their whining. Obviously, that was a terrible attitude to have when dealing with sick people but I wouldn't let anyone see it and basically left my co-workers to handle these patients. And when my last day finally came I was ecstatic. One of my co-workers drove me home with all the gifts I received from patients and colleagues alike - I felt quite loved when I saw the stuff that she dumped out all over my front lawn but also relieved that the past 50 years of working were finally over.

My boss asked me what I was going to do first and I told him "Sleep for a week and then get up and figure things out!" I did accomplish the first part, sleeping for a week, waking in the summer mornings with the sunlight streaming through my windows, stretching like a cat before turning over and falling back to sleep again, wearing my pyjamas all day long and not doing a single thing that required any mental or physical effort. It was a week of heaven.

Then my daughter arrived to spend a month with us. She took me shopping for plants and gardening supplies because the first thing I wanted to do was plant a beautiful garden and keep it nice. The best thing about that month was that I got to spend all that quality time with her. We went on a few hikes despite the hideously hot weather last summer and we spent a lot of time sitting on the patio sipping cold drinks while watching the flowers grow. Or else we'd go shopping, for clothes, gardening stuff, pretty things for the house that we didn't need. My boss had given me $5,000 as a parting gift that I just blew.

At the same time my husband and I decided that we were going to pay off the rest of our mortgage from our savings (there wasn't that much mortgage left) since I wouldn't be having anymore employment income. We also had our swimming pool closed and filled in and covered up with new sod to create a beautiful grassy backyard that everyone could enjoy. It had been years since anyone used the pool and it needed a new lining that would have cost as much as the fill-in, plus the extra expense on our monthly hydro bill for running the pool heater.

All that made me think I was on the right track. I began organizing the huge clutter bomb that our basement had become and pulled out a few items that we could put up for our garage sale that we held last July. But we didn't sell very much stuff and after a good start on the basement mess I haven't really made any inroads since. Once in awhile I will get off my ass and go downstairs to tackle it again. But what usually happens is that I'll come across something I want to use again and I'll drag it back upstairs. This happened with a bunch of cookbooks that I hadn't used in years but they gave me the idea that I'd like to start making dishes again from scratch and that became my new hobby for awhile. Now there are piles of cookbooks scattered over the family room and it's a cluttered mess right now. In fact, the whole house is a cluttered mess and needs a good clearout.

I'm sensing a pattern here. I go down to the basement to clear out the clutter, find something that piques my interest (heaven help me if I come across my old scrapbooking stuff), drag it upstairs where it piles up, clear the clutter from upstairs and take it down to the basement again where it piles up. I'm facepalming right now just thinking about it.

What I need to do is what used to be called a good spring cleaning. I want to begin with the kitchen cupboards, take out everything that we haven't used for years, dispose of it in the garbage and retain one or two cupboards for storing the cookbooks that I brought up from the basement. Then I'll move on from there and clear out every room in the house, one at a time, leaving the basement for last. It could take years and it's still in the stage where I'm just thinking about doing it but haven't done anything yet.

What I really hate is this feeing of indecisiveness and ennui (laziness) that has taken me over! I wasn't like this when I was still working!

Real life has gotten in the way too, and has made me sad and a bit anxiety-ridden, which hasn't helped me become more efficient around the house. My husband suffered two cerebral hemorrhages in January, spending a week in hospital to recover, and while he was very, very lucky to not have too much lasting damage in a physical sense, he has definitely experienced cognitive changes that are sometimes quite challenging to deal with. Besides increased anxiety on his part, he forgets things very easily and requires much repetition before sometimes understanding what I'm saying to him. It appears as if he is not listening to anything I'm saying but it's really that he's not comprehending. He will sometimes use the wrong word to describe something, or he is incapable of description altogether. I worry about him driving - once on our way to the library he went to make a left turn into the path of a car coming toward us. It was as if he didn't see the other car at all. That scared the shit out of me. It was only one time but nobody can afford to make one major mistake on the road.

Then our son who had borrowed our 'good' car had a minor accident on the way to work not long ago that left the car with a crumpled front end, two broken headlights and a damaged air conditioner. My husband was so mad at him he made Jamie take his own car back out of our garage where he had stored it and drive it in the winter (which was something he didn't want to do and was why he borrowed our car in the first place). He then bought two new headlights for the car and hammered out the dents in the front so it looks passable and we've been driving it. It just doesn't have air conditioning but we've been lucky so far that it's been such a cool spring that we haven't needed it.

Just now I've heard from my daughter who was supposed to come for the long weekend next Saturday, but last night her car died and she had to have it towed home! She lives about an hour and a half away from us by car. She was at the mall and had to take a bus home. It was the last bus and she didn't get home until 1:00 a.m. She and her husband have an appointment on Friday at a dealership to buy or lease a new car but she can't come over to see us now. Sean hasn't seen her for awhile and is disappointed. She is his real mother although we are his legal guardians as well as his grandparents and he lives with us. A long story best left for another time.

It just seems as if the family drama is all happening right now and I feel jittery and not able to concentrate on anything else. Plus I am heartsick about having to cancel a trip I was planning to take next month to Vermont for a special event. I would have been meeting some online friends that I've had for years and was looking forward to with much pleasant anticipation. I thought it would be possible to go but when I told my husband about it (I purposely kept it from him until very recently because of his tendency to forget things) he freaked out and said he didn't want to be separated from me for even two-three days because if something happened to him (another cerebral hemorrhage or something worse) then nobody would be around to discover his body lying on the floor. He was so full of anxiety that I had to cancel my plans. I'm devastated about it but I understand his feelings as well. He would be alone for those few days. Our son Jamie was going to drive me to Vermont and stay with me of course, and Sean won't be here because he's going to the cottage that week with his other grandma. Olivia probably wouldn't be available to come over because her two little kids would be off school and her husband needs to work. She could bring the kids with her but doesn't want to because my husband (her father) told her that he needs his peace and quiet and doesn't want noisy little kids around. (Believe me, they are very noisy! But I love them.)

Anyway, I feel very bad right now. I've been trying to write some stories that are overdue for challenges I entered but my mind is so scattered that I cannot concentrate. I think I left out some things I wanted to add to this post too, but it's long enough as is so I'll just end it here for now.

Peace out, everybody. Don't feel bad for me, I always want to keep a positive view and I'm sure everything will get better sooner rather than later.
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In case anyone's got some spare cash they found down the back of the sofa:

The National Immigration Law Center have donation-matching up to $100,000 to help them create a Rapid Response Fund:

Donate to NILC

Planned Parenthood Action have donation-matching up to $350,000:

Donate to PP

The Climate Science Legal Defence Fund have matching up to $50,000:

Donate to the CSLDF

The National Network of Abortion Funds have matching up to $50,000, and their solicitation e-mail ends "Let’s fund abortion, build power, and radically love each other," bless them (they're also the only organization I've encountered where a staff member has their preferred pronouns in their sig, which makes me feel warm and fuzzy):

Donate to the NNAF

If you know of others, please comment!

(X-posted to [community profile] thisfinecrew.)
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Keep Waiting–God is at Work

Today's MP3

I’m convinced the Sabbath was created for frantic souls like me, people who need a weekly reminder that the world will not stop if I do. In one of the most dramatic examples of waiting in the Bible, Daniel prays for people who’d been oppressed for seventy years. He abstained from food and drink for twenty-one days, as he labored in prayer, persisted, pleaded, and agonized. No response. On the twenty-second day an angel of God appeared. He revealed to Daniel that his prayer had been heard on the first day. From an earthly perspective, nothing was happening. But from a heavenly perspective a battle was raging in the heavens. God was working.

What if Daniel had given up? Lost faith? Walked away from God? Better questions: What if you give up? Lose faith? Walk away? Don’t! God is at work. Keep waiting!

From You’ll Get Through This


Jun. 27th, 2017 11:59 pm
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So, I know lots of people would tell me 'what are you whining about?', but bleh. Gotta whine sometimes.

My hair is half as thick as it was when I was 20. Yes, yes, aging and all that. And really when you get to it, my half-thick is still on the thick side of average. My ponytail circumference is just a tidge under four inches.

But it's so much thinner for me. My entire life, I was the girl with the unbelievably thick hair, and now it's just ... thickish. Hard to deal with when so much of my identity and self-image has been wrapped up in my hair. It makes me sadface and I have to work to not let it get to me sometimes. (Especially today. Hormones/cycles. SUCK.)

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Plotting out a story. The superheroine is going to hear something wise about superpowers.

Read more... )

Lost Children

Jun. 27th, 2017 10:15 pm
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Lost Children by Tom Rogneby

Book #2 of the Minivandians. A prequel to the first, but spoilers ahead for Tales of the Minivandians, and Quest to the North.
Read more... )

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Jun. 27th, 2017 09:47 pm
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I finished One by One: Welcoming the Singles in Your Church in 3 days. (Should've been two days, but I got sidetracked... I forget how. I can't remember much these days at all.)

I really enjoyed that it was practical and gave ideas/solutions. 

And I guess I am fortunate. My experience as a long-term single person in the church has not been nearly as bad as some of the examples cited!

I was very blessed in my home church for so long. When the church was small, we had many singles. Maybe even more single people than married ones. It was that way for some years. Also, because I didn't grow up in a church environment, I didn't have all the baggage that comes from having had negative church experiences seem normal because that's all you've known from childhood. 

These two factors mean that at age 18,  I came into church culture and the Christian life in general with no bad memories from bad experiences with church/Christians in the past, and no expectations for how things should be in the present. Come to think of it, for quite a few years there were tons of people who came to Christ from non-Christian / non-church backgrounds as well. None of us knew much about what church culture was like or supposed to be like. We were all new, and so we learned this together.

All of this meant that we really embodied that family thing that we're supposed to have. Many of us were first generation believers. Many people lost all their friends and even had strained family relationships because they'd become Christians. Many came from alcohol/drug abuse backgrounds.

In other words, we not only desperately needed one another, we were consciously aware of that fact. We became a family because we were all we had. Singles, marrieds, older and younger, we didn't pay attention to all the artificial divisions. We were all just... people who loved and wanted to follow Jesus. It was glorious!

I know once years pass it's easy to slip into nostalgia and only remember the good times. I'm not saying everything was perfect. But even while in the midst of it, we all had a sense that this was a special time and a special thing God was doing for, in, and through us as this little ragtag bunch of Jesus followers. 

That's how I "learned Christianity" when I first became a Christian. It never occurred to me that it would or should be any different.

I wanted to say more... but my brain is fried. 

It's that way a lot these days. It's really starting to scare me.


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