Tuesday, August 20, 2019


We had a large bat in our bedroom last night. It wasn't giant but it was larger than I expected, it looked like it had a 15" wingspan. I saw it flying around our ceiling fan when I came out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth. Waving my arms at it and clapping had no effect. Nod got a broom but we both wanted to avoid hurting the beastie. I wanted a butterfly net which we do not have [note to self]. Settled on a sheet to throw over it. That worked and Nod was able to knock it down, sorry bat, and fling it on to the grass outside. It was gone in the morning and I hope it was able to get back to bug chasing directly. I was pretty squeaky about it, not terrified but activated for sure. It felt so good when there was no longer a bat flying around our bedroom ceiling.

 We visited the Belfry when our little vixen friend was in town. I was very happy with my large strong cocktail. Hers was purplish and had thyme in it and actually tasted kinda nasty but it had a very seductive name so [shrug]. I wish I lived closer so that people would look for me at the Belfry.

That's all the bat content I have today.

My eyes are on steroids and I'm so much happier. The swelling and redness is gone and hope is back. I was really weary and feeling ground down at the end of last week. Good to have more energy and a better outlook for the busy work season.

Friday, August 16, 2019

Demon Persistent

Eye infection in sixth week. Both eyes. Two antibiotics have been tried. Next is steroidal drops. Then I get to see the opthamologist if that won't help.

Wallofgreens had ridiculous prices for both the medicines I tried to buy there. I am switching back to the grocery store pharmacy because they have better prices even though it's further from home.

Having picked the wrong pharmacy I had to leave a message for the doctor that it needed to be changed. And cried in the parking lot because this is all hard and makes me feel very sorry for myself. My eyes feel tired and I can't wear eye makeup and it's a &*(*&ing drag.


Finished Tam Lin by Dean. It is not the same as Perilous Gard by Pope which is what I was thinking of. Apparently one could spend the next decade reading novelizations of Tam Lin. I don't recommend the Dean unless you attended college in Minnesota in the 70s or 80s. Even then it's a bit long and lacks something.


I'm comforting myself with The Good Place podcast. It's doing the trick. I've tried my hang-in-the-window-tv-antenna in three different rooms so far and no dice. Apparently we're further down in a dell as far as broadcast TV reception goes. There is an antenna installed on the eastern peak of the roof, I wish I could use that but lack the cable and the no-how. We may need to toss another one up there before the end of September when TGP episodes start again (fourth and last season).

Wednesday, July 31, 2019


I returned from a lunch break and took my vitamins and put in my antibiotic eyedrops*. Then I put on my glasses and hooked my earpiece over my right ear. It made me feel practically cybernetic. My frames are the same shape as those I linked but my side pieces have white on grey zigzags and raspberry interiors. I have discovered the position for the wireless earpiece that allows me to forget it's there. Vastly preferred to headphones squeezing my ears.

*DEMON, BEGONE! from my eyeballs. I cast you out of both eyes, from the upper lids and from the lower lids. I command you by the power of Cipro to leave -- and never come back!
This infection started the week of the move and I waited three weeks for it to clear up on its own.  Cipro drops sting for a while and it tastes terrible as it drips down the back of my throat but I will pay this price four times a day to banish my (low grade) tormentor.

My physical self is pretty much getting what it needs at the new house. The smells are okay, the temperature is mostly okay. I hear others' movements much less than the old house. It's a surprise since it's wooden floors again. But with the fans, rooms on different levels and a different degree of insulation, this house is much less like living on a drumhead.

I felt oppressed by our continued lack of a dishwashing machine and my continued role as chief dishwasher on Monday evening. I informed spouse and the present child that I needed help and resented the job. I felt much better afterward even though I washed dishes again last night. I care more than the others so I can wash or nag. Nod committed to replacing the faucet this weekend in preparation for a rolling dishwasher. We might even buy new (shocking). 


I learned last night that my husband's old workmates thought he was 'soft' because I hadn't taken his last name when we married. I called them troglodytes and pity their tiny brains. But I also feel a little threatened. The world is full of humans with little insight or empathy.

This discussion touches on names and a family freakout about lightly nontraditional naming of newborns. It's interesting to read the outrage some commenters felt about various aspects of this person's interaction with his grandfather. I think his lie-now-to-preserve-a-relationship policy is justifiable. I agree with those who felt queasy about the children being asked to join in the deception. But it feels to me like a family story that will have a good ending.

Friday, July 26, 2019


College radio bounty
The lovely kjhk has brought me Jack Stauber and I am cautiously exploring. The one that caught my ear was Oh Klahoma "Saddest little baby in the room". I also like Dead Weight and Getting My Mom On.

Here's another entry from a different group, Broadcast: Echo's Answer. Super calm mood of robots (?) out on the fjord. Happy geeky listening.

Back on the horse
I've almost finished a book! This is exciting because it's taken me some time to get around to reading again after 1) being always in motion when moving house and then 2) getting my brain back to operational after it ground mostly to a halt after we had finished moving.

The book I'm almost done with, The Severed Streets by Cornell, is good. I am concerned about a development that I feel I cannot discuss without spoilers. The next paragraph is thus in white type if you wish to imbibe.

Killing off Jimmy Quill seems like dirty pool. I have the feeling he's going to get resurrected and it had better be good. The fact that Costain stole the Bridge of Spikes while 'off stage' from the omniscient narrator's timeline was a little crummy too. I'm waiting for this to pay off or leave me with lip curled. 

Looking forward to the next Elemental Logic book, Earth Logic, which I will start as soon as this one is done. My video chat book group meeting is scheduled for a week from Tuesday.

Updated to add: I finished that book and the author convinced me by the end that his treatment of that character was plot central. I am also on the fence about the inclusion of a real life person as an incidental character as well. These reservations will not keep me from reading the third, I totally want to find out what happens. I am having fun with this series.

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Easy now

Squoze out, at low power, depleted. I'm still at that end of the pond. But my stye and eye infection have almost completely cleared up. I'll try eye makeup again next week. My face is better, still dealing with some acne and some psoriasis (what a combo!) but calmer. Surprising myself, I've been skinny dipping and to a museum gala and gotten up to some even more scandalous activities in the last week. For a couple of days going to work felt all uphill and I was sad. But now things are swinging more toward normal and I am in the neighborhood of contentment.

I've not got my basic chores down yet in the new house. Every load of laundry and sink of dishes feels like an extra effort. Speaking of those dishes, we have not got a portable dishwasher yet. So hand washing is another thing that feels like extra effort. So many to dos. I guess I need to write all the damn things down and prioritize. Then I can have at the top items and keep track of things for later when I get to that day and have that energy.

As part of my short attention span entertainment recovery project I finished Mary Poppins Returns and Wreck It Ralph Breaks the Internet. MPR felt a bit long. It had quite the Disney stamp and is clearly a successor to their 1964 movie. I loved the opening/closing song 'Underneath the Lovely London Sky'. I wonder if I would have liked this movie as a kid. Emily Blunt gave us a convincing Mary, except she should have been a bit more scary to the children. That's on the writers and I guess a stern authoritarian nanny is out of style. Her accent was delish and I really enjoyed the lightly suggestive Music Hall number. I didn't get many of those lyrics and intend to listen again. The Jane/Jack romance was only hinted at. I'd rather have seen more of that and less of sad dad.

WIRBTI made me want to watch the first one again. Being inside the Sugar Rush game is a lot of the appeal of that one. I enjoyed the gritty fantasia in the race game and the mall of the internet, but they didn't have the same tug for me. Super mega composite Ralph at the end was lightly disturbing in several ways. The princesses were a hoot but I have quibbles about the tone being too different from everything else. I like the moral of the story - you can be scared of and upset about a friend leaving. But if you let them leave your friendship can evolve.

I haven't had enough attention span and leisure to read much since moving. I have started making lists of books again and surely I'll be able to get back to it soon.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Fold Up and First Principles

This looks like the start of the first fruit of the vine. A good omen for growth and harvest to come.
(The leaves get droopy in the full blast of afternoon western sun. But they perk right up when it passes.)


We're done. It was a full 24 hours after we expected to be. Hitting the wall on Sunday evening and realizing that more was needed was a bad end to a hard exhausting day. But Monday we got the remaining taken care of. Spent most of our returned deposit on haulers, it had to be done.

I've had rest and breakfast and coffee and think I'm going to live. But I have a stye under one eye and am generally depleted. I expect that will be my state for a while.

There are many things in many wrong places at our house. I'm going to do my best to tackle one little corner as I can. Sustained chipping away will be done.


Interview by Nicole Cliffe of Alanis Morissettte. As a fan of women and birth stories I really liked this article. AM's four parenting boundaries are sticking with me:
1. no one can tell you what you are thinking
2. no one can tell you what you are feeling
3. no one can touch you or do things to your body
4. no one can touch your stuff

Why not add in Kottke's kid's summer camp tenets. Two that I can use are:

  • Focus on what is personal, real, and lasting.
  • Emphasize honesty as the most direct path towards a life of substance and meaning.

Friday, June 28, 2019

Move it

Moving equals mental exhaustion from trying to remember 40 things I don't usually have to worry about. Both Nod and I forgot to get the bin out for trash pick up this morning. I felt sorry for myself but then realized that I could pay for a special pick up from the city. It's booked for Monday morning and I'm happy to spend the $30.

Our furniture including the piano was moved today. I came to work and Nod supervised. I did a lot of prep work yesterday so it was all very egalitarian. Nod was wigging out with anxiety yesterday that I didn't share. It seems to be based on not having room in the new house for everything we currently possess. I think I did my processing earlier as anticipatory dread. I was far more freaked out about not having a place lined up to move to than about having to downsize. For me the whole process is unpleasant and draining but can be endured. The fact that we have beds to sleep in at the new house tonight is a major step forward.

I have a couple of social breaks already scheduled this weekend. I'll be working three days next week and moving and cleaning the other days. Nod wants to have a yard sale next weekend and then have the remnants hauled. I don't like throwing a sale but will support the cause as long as we can get the hauler booked for the mop up.

A San Francisco friend and I are going to have an online meeting Sunday to talk about Fire Logic by Laurie Marks. We both read it in the past - it was originally published 2002. I loved the series and read the first three. Then the author had an accident and it wasn't clear whether she would be able to complete the fourth. She did and they've been reissued. I'm delighted to be visiting this universe again. My kind of optimistic feminist fantasy.