Yep!
11.05.2025 05:49
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Yep!
This year sucks.
Though I didn't know him, the sudden, untimely, unfair passing of Peter Morwood leaves a horrible void in my usual online space. If you're so inclined, Ko-fi is a way to support his beloved Diane Duane at this time. ko-fi.com/dianeduane
Current mood: despairing about my ability to read every book I got through Overdrive before I have to return them. (Did find one irritating wonky thing in the Kobo integration, but it remains a pretty smooth integration that lets me bite off more than I have time to chew.)
So cute!
Bwahahaha! Oh god, time flies.
Sadly, I think all pictures of the little dude were lost. (Though my mom keeps talking about how all the baby books are gone, then I remind her that nah, I stole mine years ago, and I also took a handful of family photos, so I might have him in one. If I am lucky.)
We did make my MiL check her power strips and replace any inappropriately used or crappy ones! And now we don't have to convince Mom to move somewhere she can physically handle! I am generally able to be philosophical about the situation, but sometimes, the suck just comes into focus.
Don't put off scanning in family photos and copying recipes is one of the big lessons to come out of the retrospective here. (Have an inventory of personal possessions in the cloud is another one. I will get right on that...) (I will not get right on that.)
It's going to be just an endless trickle of these realizations. I guess that's more conducive to functioning than having them hit all at once.
Because my mother might see it elsewhere namespace, and that could distress her, last night's cooking show based realization is that all the recipes and the little metal recipe box are gone. The box of birthday candles (reused always) with the little wooden man who graced our cakes is gone.
"You were five when I started my fannish Tumblr," I say to the household young adult. (Who once described herself as "kind of a big deal on Tumblr.")
You might wear a cravat of one, or you might wear a blouse, but not a full dress.
Just one of us?
They're already basically Doc-shaped (mine is a large collection of vintage and modern), but wow, 1461s are their most effective torture devices when new. Thank goodness for heel pads.
Nope. Sadly, they're from a Leg Avenue two pack!
Always. First rule of internet!
And insurance wrangling! It's great!
I accidentally and gradually ended up with everything but the socks.
Oh, I am deferring any extreme emotional reactions until all the busywork is done. So for now, yep! Two or three months from now? Might be a different story.
Feet wearing 1461 Bex Dr Martens Wednesday collab shoes in a UK 4 resting on a car dash.
On the plus side, I am taking the opportunity to use longish car rides to break in a pair of my "I was the target market" Docs.
It's a miracle they made it out.
(This also means distracting myself with social media is a bad idea, I say, having barely restrained myself from throwing DOWN because someone was wrong and stupid on the Internet.)
It is now two weeks post-fire. We have hit the "everything is annoying me" part of the process. Sadly, this is not an actionable part of it, which is also annoying me.
My younger sibling had some gnarly burns on his dominant hand from the fire nation attacking while he was blasting the extinguisher at it, but he's healing up nicely and won't need skin grafts. From a physical standpoint, they're all okay, so hey. Could be a hell of a lot worse.
Got out six minutes after closing. Only lost half the day!
The office closes in 34 minutes, but the manager has said they will stay until everyone with a ticket has been served. So there is that.
I mean, in part of her own making, and by in part, I mean mostly.
Which one? (I think more than one of the cast has been on there, so now I am wondering which Taskmaster NZ series to watch first.)
We're hoping, but we're also contingency planning, given the givens.