Mar's Wark

Apr. 27th, 2026 09:53 am
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 This house, close to the castle and next to the Holy Rude (as you'd expect from a senior noble) was destroyed during the civil wars.





And this was Cowane's house (he of the hospital). You can see the difference between a noble's house and a wealthy merchant's house.

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Apr. 27th, 2026 05:50 am
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Inside the head of this interstellar monster is a star that is slowly destroying it. Inside the head of this interstellar monster is a star that is slowly destroying it.


Dear fic writer:

Apr. 29th, 2026 01:10 am
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It is 1992. This kid is twelve. He doesn’t know the word “gaslighting”, he doesn’t know the phrase “trauma response”, and if he knew the latter, he wouldn’t apply it to himself.

Also, there’s no such thing as a landline. It’s just a phone, so called because it transmits sound, phone, a long way, tele. It doesn’t do anything else, not even voicemail, and you need to pay extra for caller ID.
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My poem "Reap the Rules" is now online at Reckoning.

It is my first publication with the magazine; it appears as part of the special issue on war, conflict, and environmental justice. I was honored to have it chosen when I had submitted it for another call and it should not have become more relevant than when I wrote it last summer, after the first U.S. strikes on Iran. The Elamite cuneiform means a prayer to Pinikir, the oldest goddess I know in that region. The English title is a mondegreen from Johnny Flynn and Robert Macfarlane's "Coins for the Eyes" (2022). I wanted it so much to be an artifact of that moment's anger. The need for curse tablets appears inexhaustible.

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Apr. 26th, 2026 08:36 pm
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* Yes, Firebirds won last night pushing out the series against the Condors by another games so I could watch at least one. And then they won again tonight! Condors eliminated and they are off to face the Reign.

* Watching AHL hockey as an NHL fan is weird. It's like 'yes, keep seasoning your top players, shame if they disappeared forever'. One of the announcers said that the team would look completely different without Jacob Melanson and, yeah, they are right... and sadly for the Firebirds...

* The ONE Condors game I see and no #77 on the ice? No Luke Prokop content for me? Was he a healthy scratch? I was looking forward to watching some gay hockey. ... more gay hockey, I just saw some gay hockey in Seattle. Never enough gay hockey.

* Buffalo was just very mean to Boston. Buffalo is going to be nuts next week with those final game/games of the series. The vibes have got to be insane
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A Complicated Tangle
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 5 of 5, complete
Word count (story only): 1129
[Tuesday, 3 January 2017]


:: Frank the Crank is analyzing the next sections of road to clear, and trying to decide if the promise of payment is enough to warrant hiring a crew captain for a new work crew. All these difficulties, and he hasn’t even seen the next tangle in person yet! Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this story is written for the April Magpie Monday, and will post in five parts. Thank you all for your support. Enjoy! ::


Back to part four
:: Thanks for reading! ::




Frank eased the car to a stop and stared intently at the front of Alun’s house. It was five minutes to eight in the morning, and steam began fogging the inside of the car windows as soon as Frank shut off the engine and the vent fans. The front door of the house opened before Frank could unfasten his seatbelt, revealing Alun’s older relative, Ela.

She made her way over to him with the help of her plain black cane, but waited on the sidewalk instead of rapping on the window. Frank turned the key to roll down the passenger window. “Morning, Ms. Gladstone. Did you get enough rest, or did you wake up at the time zone that you were used to?”
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Just one thing: 27 April 2026

Apr. 26th, 2026 09:57 pm
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

Peacocks and other creatures

Apr. 26th, 2026 09:57 pm
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Last week we were in St. Augustine and visited the Fountain of Youth Archaeological Park. We were hesitant, suspecting hype and fluff, but I was pleasantly surprised. The exhibits -- on things like ship construction, navigation, the indigenous populations, and guns -- were generally calibrated at a pretty basic level, but I learned things. We heard a particularly entertaining story -- sources unknown -- that no, Ponce de Leon wasn't so gullible as to think there was an actual fountain of youth, but painting him as such was beneficial to some of his rivals.

There are a lot of peacocks in the park and they are pretty used to humans in proximity. One, in pursuit of a mate, came to within about five feet of me.

peacock on a sidewalk with tail spread, facing forward

Here are a couple of pictures (of other birds) that show the tail fan better:

The peacocks I saw would display their finery and then sweep back and forth in about a 180-degree arc while aimed at the hens they were trying to attract. I'd never thought to wonder what the backside looks like. The birds are wise to keep the focus on the front:

peacock butt: not colorful, mostly brown

When not on display, that tail is quite a lot to drag around:

peacock standing in a field with tail dragging; the tail is longer than the rest of the bird

The park has a walking path along the shore. I'm not sure what kind of bird this is, but I enjoyed watching it.

a tall white bird stands in a patch of grass surrounded by shallow water

The park anticipates animal visitors too. This sign made me laugh:

post with a hose and a water bowl and a sign reading 'fountain of pooch'

Sick-ish Day

Apr. 26th, 2026 08:41 pm
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Gracie woke me up at 8 AM. My stomach is really upset. I’ll see how I feel after my nap to see if I’ll be out sick for volunteering. Fed the catlings. Oliver didn’t want to eat in his usual spot for reasons known only to him. Ye gods, I feel like crap. I left the bedroom door open so that Lily can nap with me, and she’s fussing over me. Lily did pounce on my toe lumps, but then she left me alone. Napped.

I texted in sick. I’ll have some lunch and then I’ll go back to sleep for a while.

Had lunch and my stomach feels a little better. I’m going to take another nap. Checked on the dogs, and Gracie had gotten into my Amazon package. I was chasing her around trying to get it back. Eventually I did.

Napped. Wow, I’m hammered. Bella came in. Gracie is still running around outside. I’m trying to think of things that I can do sitting down. I could work on the kitchen. I can do some music practice too.

Bella is desperate for sleep.

I ordered black yoga pants and a black t-shirt for the concert. I want to set up my heated drying rack in the other bathroom.

Went outside to find Gracie, who was lying on the picnic table in the backyard. Checked the raspberries, and they looked droopy, so I watered them and the roses and the tree.

Oliver came over to climb into my lap and walk on me. I told him that I knew that he was hungry and Mommies are trainable. He said, “Not very well! I try to train you to feed me all the time, but you won’t do it.”

Fed the cats and Bella. (Gracie is still outside.) Had dinner. I’m thinking of going to bed early. Gracie finally came in when it got dark out.

I’ve got my clothes drying on the heated drying rack. We’ll see how it works. It appears to be working, and it uses less energy than a dryer.

I finished two Heated Rivalry books. Bought a third, but I was wondering how much I could read about gay hockey players. Well, the third book is totally charming and I’m hooked.

I should get to bed. I’ll turn off the heated drying rack while I sleep, but I’ll turn it on again when I wake up.

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Apr. 26th, 2026 05:59 pm
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I am back from the final game of the Torrent's inaugural season. The worst season of any team in PWHL history! Sold out crowd at an area 2-3x the size some other teams even get. I may make a separate post about the team's problems and the issues that could create for the league, but I am going to try to ignore that. Just hard today after some player statements today in their exit interviews >.>

I went up on the bus that Sports Bra charted for the game. The bus had a bit of a wait list. Good thing I kept an eye on that and nabbed my seat immediately. The group for the bus was really cool. I sat next to a girl was was knitting scarves for the trinket exchange people do at Torrent games. (I'd hope to do that but my project did not come together...) Half way through the ride she knotted some yarn to make a little holder for her cell phone to hook on the back of the seat in front of her so she could watch the Goldeneyes at the Frost on her way to see the Victoire take on the Torrent.

My first visit to Climate Pledge Arena, the place I've seen on TV so often! I thought my seat would be pretty bad, but it was great. People who say there are no bad seats in that house might not be wrong. My cheap seat was waaaay better than I expected.

The food situation was dire. Well, when we arrived my priority was trying to get some of the PWHL Pride Collection, only being sold at pride nights at pride games. Teams have been struggling to meet demand for even basic generic shirts, so I expected stuff to sell out and it did. Even with our bus dropping us off at the lesser-used entrance and not having a bag at all, sizes where gone by the time I got the merch.



I did get some, but when I got it home I realize it's all too big. There was no way to try things on, sizing was wonky overall, and I got that sweatshirt in the smallest size they had left. I wasn't going to get the sweatshirt, but other people had nabbed it and put it on already, and it seemed to wear really nicely on them, especially the trim around the waist. It's too big on me, not in an intentionally-oversized way, but it's still a sweatshirt disappointing but I can get some use out of it. The T shirts are a problem. I grabbed it in 2 sizes and both are two big for me, but I am pretty sure a size smaller would have been too small. I need to figure out what to do with them, sadly even the smaller one makes me look like I am wearing scrubs. Maybe if I figure out how to style them right? Might need to just use the larger one as raw material for something.

If I can make these pieces work, they will solve several problems with my wardrobe, including my perennial 'what to wear to pride / this queer event' problem. They are currently air drying after a very gentle wash to get the stadium smell out of them. I will find a way. I paid [redacted] for them PLUS this thing called sales tax that I forgot about.

Yeah, if I hadn't been so focused on the exclusive drop and also team store exclusives, I might have found a food option that wasn't... beer.



The game was a lot of fun. The crowd was hype. For the puck drop, they started listing the accomplishments and awards of the person who was going to drop the puck. People around me started freaking out. Lots of 'no way... no way... omg really... it's her!!!!' The very hype person brought out for the ceremonial first puck drop of the Pride Night game turned out to be Brandi Carlile. I have no idea who that is. Everyone around me was losing their shit. I will look up some songs by her later.

The game did go double overtime. The bus service we had was great, but around 1 AM I was feeling it a bit.

Really, really hope to see more of those buses next year! Also, with Amtrak finally getting more rolling stock so they can start to meet demand for train travel between Seattle and Portland, maybe train/ticket combo packages for both teams next year?? One of the PDX teams has an Amtrak deal so fans all ride down together, would love to see the squids or toothpaste get in on that.

Also, I was in the same building as Alison Lukan. I <3 Alison Lukan. Maybe someday I'll meet her. I'd love for her to be involved in one of the Kraken or Torrent events in Portland next season
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so the last time I posted here was at the beginning of the month, hm. well! hello, I still exist!

1.
I've been at a different work site for 2.5wks, which was a lovely break. Chill worksite, small job; just me and one journeyman who I enjoy working with. He was like "this is one of the best jobs I've ever worked" about it, which is a wild contrast to how the big job we'd both been working (and are returning to tomorrow) is one of the worst.

The little job isn't fully done, but we can't do anything else until they get all the remaining parts in. The hope is that when that happens (in a month, maybe...? nobody had estimates.) they'll call us back to finish it, since we know what's going on and what the plan was. This is especially pertinent because we were not given particularly detailed plans, and then proceeded to change a lot of it (memorably: one unit we were supposed to install couldn't be installed where they wanted it because of service requirements, so it had to be flipped and therefore everything coming from it had to be re-routed to accommodate that).

also, we just want to go back, since it was a nice job.

Back to the big job tomorrow, and...

well, not looking forward to it. In theory it'll wrap at some point this summer. idk when. But it's a job site where everyone always seems stressed and that trickles down and makes it so much harder than it needs to be.

(also, like, having lunch at 10:30am as the only break in the day is. not ideal? yes we get out at 2:30 but man the clock usually feels so slow between 11am-2pm...)


2.
I drew a cover for On the Lord's Estate the other week!
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Left to right: Mal, El, and Benny.


I've known more or less what I wanted to draw for bk2 since... mm, the halfway mark of writing it, maybe? Important to have all three of them together, important to show Mal happy, important to place it in the conservatory. I'm very happy with how it came out—especially Mal. <3 Mal turned out just as I was hoping as far as expression/vibe goes.

This also means that [personal profile] hafnia and I have started posting bk3! Of the Lord's Family is the happy ending. <3 featuring healthy communication, family feelings (if the title wasn't a giveaway), and everyone settling into their lives. It'll be the end of this trilogy, and then it'll be time for various stories about the kids.

(which means more thinking about what I want to do with Rhei, and also continuing to noodle about Tolly... many ideas, only so much time and energy, but also no rush beyond my own internal "BUT I WANNA HAVE THIS DONE SOONER" feelings. xD)


3.
I've been keeping up with the new Star Wars cartoon Maul: Shadow Lord, and it is such a funny example of Disney Star Wars Overconnected Bullshit in a few very specific ways.

a. No characters are really introduced. You are expected to simply already know who they are. Even as someone who has watched pretty much all the Star Wars cartoons, I was not aware of who some characters were because some of them were introduced in comics about Maul. (Additionally: the prequel comic series for this show has 2/5 issues out as of right now, as the show airs. I think this is hilarious.) HOWEVER.

b. Even the characters who were not previously introduced are given particularly in-depth introductions. This is mostly confusing because I expected them to be introduced somewhere, since it took until episode three for two major characters to have their names spoken on-screen. Their names have been known via promo material? But didn't show up in the show? This is fine if it's intentional but it's so weird when it's the same vibes as characters who were introduced in comics.

c. I mean this isn't a Disney problem specifically but it sure is very Star Wars: There is only one (1) prominent female character, one (1) prominent secondary female character, and one (1) tertiary female character allowed at a time. It was honestly really funny when the tertiary character got Sent Away and then a new tertiary female character showed up a couple scenes later?

anyway I like it well enough when it's not Fight Scenes, and sort of don't care when it's Fight Scenes, but since it's a show for like tweens I think it's forced to have Fight Scenes in every episode. Which, like, that's fine but I find it more fun to watch Maul attempt to seduce everyone into helping him than I do watching the flashy lights show of a combat sequence involving blasters and/or lightsabers.


4.
It is finally spring. Flowers are blooming, the trees are turning green with new leaves, and the weather is consistently above freezing! These are all good things!


5.
anyway while I'm thinking about it, right, I meant to post this (which I wrote like a month ago at least) and now I have! Mouse! :D

The Question of Crushes, 2.4k, gen, wherein a teenager is interrogated by a like eight year old about if they have a crush on the kid's oldest sibling.

event: achieved

Apr. 26th, 2026 11:59 pm
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Still some tidy up to do, but. Did.

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Real Women Have Curves (Casa 0101)Back in July 2025, there was a very interesting episode of Planet Money about garment works, and the costs of making a garment in America. You can read the transcript here. Garment work is piece work (although legally they should be making up the difference between that and minimum wage), with workers being paid perhaps 30¢ a piece for the various parts, for a bra that might retail for $62. To earn a living, they often bring work home. Many of these workers are immigrants, and many are undocumented. When we buy a cheap T-shirt that was made overseas, we never think about the working conditions of the people that made it. When we buy a “Made in the USA” garment, we don’t think about the people who make that garment for us: who assemble and sew it, who manufacture the fabric. People who get paid pennies for a garment we pay hundreds for.

All of this went through my mind last night when we went to see the play Real Women Have Curves, at the theatre founded by its author, Josefina López many many years ago. Although this property has been around for a while, I’ve never seen it: I haven’t been to a production of the play, nor have I watched the subsequent movie version. I have listened to the cast album to the recent Broadway musical version, and I hope someday to see that. Perhaps more on that later.

Real Women Have Curves tells the story of five women working in a small garment factory operation, seemingly in East Los Angeles. A mother (Carmen), her older daughter (Estela), her younger daughter (Ana), and two friends (Pancha and Rosali). They live their lives in  fear of the immigration authorities (although all but Estela are now here legally). They have little money, as their operation hasn’t been paid for the last order as they delivered late, and that payment won’t come until they finish the next large order. The owner of the shop, Estela, is being on the payments for the machine and the courts are coming after her (which is why she hasn’t started the immigration paperwork). Despite all these problems, they are happy and hopeful that they will be able to move forward. The protagonist of the story even hopes to be a writer some day, if she can afford to go to NYU. As all workers do, they gossip about their love lives, their opens and fears. They are realistic about their size and joke about it. They are also tired from the heat, but cannot open the door because of the immigration fears. When one worker collapses, they worry if they will get the order finished.

Although written in the late 1980s, the play makes many comments that are relevant today. Certainly, the issue of garment workers being underpaid and exploited is as relevant today as it was in the 1980s. In the play, they comment about how they might make $30 for a dress that sells for $200; the Planet Money article shows those ratios are still holding. They also comment that most of the folks buying garments don’t understand the work that goes into the making of the garment, while those who do the work can see the evidence of the sweat and labor that goes into it. The play also comments on how society views women and their bodies, and the chase for women to be young and beautiful and thing. It makes explicit comments about seeing the beauty in real bodies, with realistic sizes, and all the scrapes, bumps, scars, and cellulite that comes from a life well lived. It that, the play presaged the monologues that resonated so much in the movie Barbie about society’s unrealistic expectations about women. Lastly, an overriding theme of the play is the fear of la migra — immigration authorities — taking people and disappearing them with little notice. This hasn’t changed; under the Trump administration it has gotten worse. I’ve listened to someone recent podcasts that detail the horrors that ICE is inflicting on people and the fear it creates, as well as the damage that the tear gas they use inflicts.  The fear was real then, and the fear is real now, and those pushing the agenda forget that these are just real people, doing the low paid jobs that most folks don’t want to do but need to be done. Politics builds up the fear and hides the people; this play makes us see the people and the impacts. In that, this is a vitally important play today, just as it was when it first came out.

The performances were outstanding. Stefany Arroyo, a recent graduate, was wonderful as Ana, brining a joy and delight (as well as realism) to the role. In a small theatre like this, you could see the real emotions in her face, and it was wonderful. Blanca Araceli was strong as her mother Carmen, and Yasha Alaniz brought an interesting joy to Estela. Rounding out the ensemble was Amy Melendrez as Rosali and Laura Vega as Pancha. These two made you really believe that they were friends. The direction by Corky Dominguez demonstrated he was familiar with the play, and knew how to bring out the characters as real.

The set (designed by César Retana-Holguín) was realistic; my wife noted that they were using real industrial sewing machines (powered by imagination), set up properly. Costumes also appeared realistic and appropriate for the time. I appreciated the makeup work that deemphasized existing skin art, which was less prevalent in the time of the play.

Overall, this was a wonderful play: it now makes me want to watch the movie, and I increasingly hope someone mounts the recent musical (which, alas, didn’t do well in a crowded Broadway season and thus didn’t mount a tour). Hopefully, a local theatre company will choose to produce the musical (I’ve heard rumors this might be happening, which makes me happy). But until that happens, we’ll have to be satisfied with this excellent production of the original play.

Go see this show. Casa 0101 needs your support, and seeing this production is a great way of doing it. This is our fourth show at Casa: We saw a bilingual production of Aladdin ages ago, as well as Remembering Boyle Heights and Sister Act. They bring talent and heart to all their shows, and we need to remember to go there more often (and a hint — go down a few blocks and have dinner at Casa Fina beforehand, which was started by Josefina López as well). Real Women Have Curves is yet another example of the excellent productions at Casa 0101, and the story it tells is perhaps more important today as when it was first written in 1988. The show continues through May 3, 2026, and there are both English and Spanish versions. More information is available through the Casa 0101 website, although I seem to recall it may be sold out through the rest of the run.

Next up at Casa 0101 is Soul Sacrifice, running May 29 – June 21, 2026. The synopsis is: “Nine-year-old Connie doesn’t know what to do about her world falling apart. Her older brother, Luie, has been drafted into the Vietnam War, her father is drinking, her mother spends hours praying, and her siblings, Ben and Rachel, respond differently. Ben is protesting while Rachel’s focus is on Victor, who’s also been drafted, filling their home with tense silences and raised voices. Set against the backdrop of Vietnam and the Chicano Movement, Connie watches her family unravel under the weight of war, activism, grief, and ultimately witnesses the resilience of family.” More information here.

Credits

Real Women Have Curves. Written by Josefina López.  Directed by Corky Dominguez. Produced by Emmanuel Deleage.

Cast (æ indicates members of Actors Equity): Stefany Arroya Ana; Yasha Alanizæ Estela; Blanca Araceliæ Carmen; Amy Melendrez Rosali; Laura Vegaæ Pancha; Mariana Montes Sandoval u/s Estela / Carmen / Pancha ; Gabriela Machuca u/s Ana / Rosali.

Production and Creative: Josefina López Casa 0101 Artistic Director / Playwright; Emmanuel Deleage Producer / Executive Director; Corky Dominguez Director; Angelica Ornelas Stage Manager; Joy V. Diaz Asst Stage Manager; Doreen Sanchez Asst Stage Manager; Andy James Garcia Prop Manager; Alejandro Parra Lighting Designer; Miguel Angel Delgado Sound Designer / Technical Director; César Retana-Holguín Scenic Designer; Jeremiah Ocañas Set Construction; Tony Iniguez Costume Designer; Abel Alvarado Asst Costume Designer; Itzel Ocampo Graphic Designer / Marketing & Operations Manager; Edward Padilla Casting Director; Steve Moyer Public Relations Press Representative; Mark Kraus Development Director; Karla “Ojeda” Melendez Program Administrator; Jorge Villanueva Facilities Manager; Oscar Basulto Box Office Manager.

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I am not a professional critic. I’m a retired cybersecurity professional, a roadgeek who does a highway site and a podcast about California Highways, and someone who loves live performance. I buy all my own tickets, unless explicitly noted otherwise. I do these writeups to share my thoughts on shows with my friends and the community. I encourage you to go to your local theatres and support them (ideally, by purchasing full price tickets, if you can afford to do so). We currently subscribe or have memberships at: Center Theatre Group/Ahmanson Theatre; BIH/PantagesPasadena PlayhouseThe SorayaChromolume Theatre, and 5-Star Theatricals.

Want to find a show: Check out the Theatre Commons LA show list. Other good lists are the Theatre in LA listings; the TodayTix listings; OnStage 411 (use the “shows” drop down); and Theatermania.

I used to do more detailed writeups; here’s my current approach.

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Apr. 26th, 2026 12:51 pm
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I was sleeping on my right side at one point last night and woke up with my right leg feeling very uncomfortable and I have no idea why. I could feel that I was restless for a while before I woke up properly, and realised later that the leg was the reason for the restlessness. I turned onto my left side for a while but woke up again after less than 15 minutes, so then I turned back to my right side and arranged my legs differently, and this time I was able to go back to sleeping soundly.

I went for a walk after breakfast and when I came back I found what looked like a bookmark on my bed. On it was a maths problem (with the answer written in), Aria's name, and 10:30 written prominently across the top. When I asked the girls about it, it turned out that Aria had arranged some kind of show for 10:30 which we were all invited to and this was my ticket. We had to wait until 10:30 because my son in law was out at Costco, but he didn't get home until after 11:30 so then we waited until after lunch to see the show. Aria had set up chairs for each of the adults; on each chair was a soft toy or, for her father, a baseball, and the show consisted of each of us doing something interesting with our toy. She gave me the octopus, and told me to make it talk, and her father had to catch the baseball when she threw it. Her mother was busy doing something else and didn't even make it to the show, so it was all over in about five minutes.

It rained all afternoon yesterday and all night last night, not heavily but very steadily, but now the rain has stopped and the sun is sort of trying to come out.

I started Violet's octopus yesterday afternoon and I hope to get the head/body finished this afternoon. The legs are not as simple as the head but each leg only takes about 15 minutes so the whole thing isn't a really long project.

Little Mr. Muffet

Apr. 26th, 2026 08:41 am
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The pillow cases are in the washing machine right now. I just passed the bedroom door and saw this.

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Nothing entitled about that cat!

The pool heater got turned back on or whatever the fix was, the water temperature was back up this morning. Woot! And my swim was wonderful.

I started a new book last night - I'm pretty sure it's one that I got from Jo's writing about it. A Killing in November by Simon Mason. It's extraordinarily written. Or maybe just well written for the ear. I was sucked in immediately even though there was no dead body in the first 40 minutes! I like my killings early on in the plot. But I'm totally sucked into this one - it kept me up late. AND... it's the first in a series. And there are already 5. Love that.

Yesterday was pretty much baseball, TV and knitting and today is likely to be the same and I'm perfectly fine with that.

My foot that the shots have helped fix is getting un fixed again and it's too soon. The nerves directing the toes get pinched and it's owwwwey to walk on it. I cannot match a shoe to the pain although this morning, my only shoes are the rubber sandals I wear to the pool, so maybe time to swap those out for something else - at least for a few days to test.

Ok the laundry needs folding and hanging.

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Past Life Connections

Apr. 26th, 2026 10:25 am
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Quiet couple of days. (One might, of course, say every day is quiet.) I dashed off 500 new words on the Work in Progress. I have no idea whether the words are any good, but they are out there, at least. They have an existence apart from my imagination.

Ichabod annoyed me slightly a few weeks back by remarking (words to the effect) that it wasn't as though I could be writing with any idea that my writing was going to go anywhere, right? I wasn't thinking of publication and an audience, was I? I was writing because it was fun!

This miffed me, but I let it pass.

But when the subject came up again in yesterday's phone call, I interrupted him: "Writing is not a pastime the same way teaching yourself how to play the guitar is. It's not particularly fun unless you're writing well. And if you're doing it well, of course, you're thinking about publication and an audience."

I mean, Ichabod knows I published a lot of nonfiction back in the day, some of it in fairly reputable venues. He's even read selected pieces. I was—well... not offended. But disappointed that all he thinks I'm doing is playing air guitar.

Although it's quite true that neither of my children have ever been deeply interested in anything I write.

I suspect they may feel threatened by it in some way.

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Shawangunk Dems' semiannual roadside trash pickup was yesterday. Scary how many empty vodka flasks I picked up—in a relatively residential neighborhood, too. I began to think it isn't such a bad deal after all, that I can't won't drive after dark.

First time I'd done any Shawangunk Dems-related activities in quite a while. Adrienne reassigned the website administration. She didn't think I was updating it often enough. Well, you can't update a website if you don't have content to update it with, and despite numerous cheery email requests—Send me your photos of the St. Patrick's Day Parade!—nobody was sending me any pix. Less scut work for me is always a good thing, but Adrienne's dictatorialness was annoying, so when she sent me an email beseeching me to join her campaign for Shawanagunk legislative representative, I ignored it.

Picking up trash, though. Always a good thing. So, I showed up. I partnered with Marge, who is an awfully nice person, one of those rare people who actually listens to what other people say without interposing irrelevant asides from her own resume.

We had to make a detour to Marge's house, an honest-to-God log cabin in the middle of a dank forest. Very dark. I met her husband! Very dour. And I felt a deep wave of sympathy for Marge: Wait! You spent 40 years having to live here & having to be married to him? Maybe I'm better off than I think I am.

After trash picking up, I did a bunch of errands, and then dropped by Stephen W's garage sale. He and his wife are leaving the quaint & scenic Hudson Valley for a senior citizen facility in Cleveland.

Stephen W. was the coordinator for one of the TaxBwana sites I volunteered at last year. Nicest guy in the world. We made several long car rides together during my tenure during which we had conversations intimate enough to give me the complete 360° on his life—the little boy who grew up in Brooklyn dreaming of being an aviator, the astigmatism that prevented him from flying, the subsequent military reassignment to logistics, the subsequent career in logistics with the City of New York, the disastrous first marriage, the son who essentially committed suicide by eating himself to death, the drug-addled granddaughter who desperately wants him to save her but whom he can't save because the second wife would object—

At the time of those car rides, I distinctly remember thinking, He & I were close in some previous life.

I suppose that's why I felt compelled to say goodbye to him in this life.

And I think he felt it, too.

Because he reached out very awkwardly and hugged me.

Now, Stephen W. is not a hugging type of guy, and there was nothing in our previous interactions that might seem to warrant casual hugging.

But those past-life connections are impossible not to acknowledge.

Just one thing: 26 April 2026

Apr. 26th, 2026 06:39 am
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

Done Since 2026-04-19

Apr. 26th, 2026 12:04 pm
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Bad news for the week: Ticia's kidneys are failing, and she's lost a lot of weight since her last check-up. She's been with us for 11 of her 19 years; I don't know how long she'll last. But I've ordered kidney diet cat fud and high-calorie treats. About all I can do. She makes me think of Rodin's "Belle Heaulmière".

And of course that's on top of everything else going wrong in the world. Also, I'm not getting much done. And I somehow screwed up my order for a Travelpro backpack, and left off the house number. Fortunately I was able to update the address, so I got it the next day. It's supposed to fit under an airplane seat, though I have my doubts. It's also supposed to be blue, but it's a really dark blue.

I did have a zoom call with my financial advisor Thursday, mostly about estate planning. Seems like a good time for it. And I heard back from the place that repaired Scarlett -- they're going to look for the missing charger. Fingers crossed. Also heard from the place that's repairing Lizzy; they have no idea what's wrong and are consulting with the factory. I suggested that they should send us a replacement. Haven't heard back about that.

Big congratulations to this year's href=https://filkontario.ca/2026/04/19/2026-filk-hall-of-fame-inductees/ >Filk Hall of Fame inductees, Margaret Davis, Tim Griffin, and Amy McNally. For more musical mayhem, have some Angine de Poitrine

Also, Krakens in the Cretaceous. Possibly as long as 19 meters. Better hope your time machine doesn't land in the water.

Notes & links, as usual )

Inside the castle

Apr. 26th, 2026 09:54 am
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The great hall. Just look at that hammerbeam roof!


More pics! )
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