Today is Black Friday in the US. The ultimate holiday of capitalism. I will be spending my day hanging out with my family. We will play board games, cook delicious food, and probably get into a political argument. It’s like doing Thanksgiving 2 days in a row. So much better than going out and dealing with strangers who are elbowing each other for the latest “greatest” gadget or toy….
So last year my husband and I bought a house. And usually, I can ignore any elections in odd-number years, but 2 of the the 3 city council “at large” posts are on my local ballot. So it’s time for: Annual Election Coverage Now, because I am just a hair paranoid, I won’t list candidate names. And my city is new, so some of our local issues are as simple as “people figuring out how a city works.” So of the 2 council-at-large seats up, one of them is the incumbent, facing no challengers (makes THAT vote pretty easy…) The other seat is more fun: Candidate #1 – The Man-Boy So I don’t like this candidate and I will be voting against him. Done. I hate the tone on his website – he sounds smug and condescending and stupid. He says things like “I won’t vote for the city to raise taxes” because he “believes in limited government” (our city does three
Genkii just brought me a lizard. My indoor only -not-a-hunter cat brought me a lizard. A teeny-tiny little thing. I squealed (benefits of being a female, no one is shocked when I react strongly to things like a lizard in my living room). So he drops said lizard (with a look of surprise) and it scurries under the couch (damnit!) Oh and the tail comes off. I know, I know. They are supposed to. My cat is fascinated by tail. Yes, like he’s supposed to be…. but now there is a lizard somewhere in my living room. I am not happy.
I almost posted Sunday. That is when I saw the news. Saturday I had disconnected and was (blessedly) unaware of what went down “in real time.” I saw blessedly because I’ve seen streams of tweets and such that made things sound WORSE then reality – so by only reading up later I was able to not even believe “dozens were killed.” I decided to wait, let the heat cool and my anger lower to a simmer. Originally, the plan was “when I’m not angry” but I’ve realized that isn’t going to happen. I’m not going to stop being angry. How can anyone be anything less than infuriated? How do some of these folks sleep at night knowing they don’t care enough to be bothered by this? My husband can attest I’ve been having nightmares every night this week – and I wake up angry. How did they go to church on Sunday morning and not weep at the tragedy occurring in our
I like to feel creative. This past weekend I cleaned up my “craft corner.” Unburied my sewing machine (God I want to be able to sew my own clothes). Found my calligraphy pen – nibs are still missing, but I still have 2 boxes to deal with. Pulled out my watercolor paints and put a sheet on my little easel. Never got around to painting because of those 2 boxes in the way of being able to SIT at my craft table. So I decided to list out the things I enjoy doing, however rarely I do them: Writing (duh, right) Reading (again, duh) Video Games (I should do more reviews of them) Sewing (not that I’m very good) Calligraphy Painting (mostly watercolor, but I have some acrylics I want to play with “someday”) Pottery (no place in my world for it, but I have loved it every time I did it) Cooking Baking (yes, this is different than cooking!) Then there
I have a strange life. Not literally, in a lot of ways it’s very traditional. I’m cisgendered, white, hetersexually-married with the classic “house in the suburbs” (including a white picket fence actually) with a very corporate “normal” full-time job. And yet, I don’t feel like I’m normal. I sometimes feel like at any moment I will step out of my own skin and go on grand adventures with magic and dragons. And sometimes I hate the normality. I want to rebel against the corporate enclosure of dress pants, nice shirts and normal-colored hair I put on every day. I want to dye my hair silver and put on a long dress with a corset instead of a bra. I want to doff the heels (dress flats actually hurt MORE than most heels because they have NO support) and put on boots that lace to the knee – heeled or not! (I know it makes me a “real girl” but I could
You know what is worse than having an asthma attack? Having an asthma attack for no apparent reason. So much in life is like that – as long as we understand the cause & effect of our actions somehow when “bad things” happen it’s more acceptable to the brain. Like, if I go to a convention and then get the sniffles – well, I know that I was exposed to a couple thousand other people who carry germs from all over the country/world…. that’s my fault and I am sick ’cause of that choice I made. When I have an asthma attack (or prolonged asthma-induced breathing efforts) and there is an orange smog alert – well there is a clear cause and I can’t blame me, but I have someone to blame. When the pollen count is high – makes sense! This week I’ve been having asthma issues all week, especially at night. I’ve tried hot tea before bed. I’ve woken
I sprained my thumb. It sounds so small, it seems so small – until I try to use my hand too much. And I do keep using it too much. So I hurt my thumb, I spend a day basically watching tv/movies & reading (’cause one-handed gaming is hard). I go to work that week. By Friday I felt way better. My parents scheduled “dumpster day” at their house they’ve lived in for ~30 years. Of course I am going to help! I even do the responsible thing and wrap my hand up in an Ace bandage – give my thumb some support and maybe remind myself not to overdue it. I overdue it. I have a business trip that week and spend the week (theoretically) taking it easy and even buying athletic tape to tape up my thumb regularly. Dumpster Day Part 2 that weekend stresses my thumb out again. A week of trying to rest my hand while working a
I need to apologize for the silence of my blog. I could blame that life got in the way (it kind of did). I could blame my big book-organizing project (it kinda did). I could blame my day job (which is exhausting right now). But really, I just don’t know what to write about. I don’t want to turn this into a blog to bitch about Trump. Ok, that isn’t true, but I don’t want to just bitch about politics – if I can’t be productive in some way, I don’t want to post it. I put a lot of thought into my political blogs, I don’t think it’s as simple as (as my brother says) “Political thought doesn’t fit on a bumper sticker.” I don’t entirely agree with that, I think you can state agreement with someone in a pithy statement, but that’s a twitter/bumper sticker sort of thing – NOT a blog-sort-of discourse. I AM reading, but nothing I’ve
Today is Easter. A notable Christian holiday. The important Christian holiday. I will hear a lot of “Hallelujah” and “blessings” today – both digitally on Facebook and from live people. I don’t talk a lot about my faith. It is highly personal to me. I also have studied history – and I love church history. But it also breaks my heart. The Church (when I capitalize like this, I mean the “organized, hierarchical groups” – NOT the church which is the “body of Christ”) has done a lot of harm over the centuries. That harm is still being committed today. People don’t like to think they are doing wrong, but that is exactly what we are supposed to do. I am fortunate that I am able to attend a Seder every year. The Haggadah is the story of the Exodus and a reminder to the Hebrew heritage (and Jewish faith) that they suffered in Egypt. This reminder is also a call (at