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I'm so freaking tired. The cats are being manic.

Bella and Gracie were chewing on my hand brace. Dogs :)

I woke up around 6:30 AM, but I didn’t want to get up before my alarm. So I overslept it by a half hour. At least I can run a little later because I’m going to Physical Therapy at 9:50.

I rescheduled my PT appointment. I forgot to turn on the dryer and Gracie is refusing to come in and this morning is a mess. Well, Gracie came in. That’s a start. I'm learning that "self-care" often involves not scrambling. I went to get Oliver to feed him, but he gave me a sleepy look, so I guess not. He really likes it in Zara's room.

Hmm, I think that I want to wear my hand brace to work. I tend to curl that hand up when I'm not typing.

I can't stop yawning. And today is my long day because of choir rehearsal.

Gracie is going nuts over something out the window. She has no idea that she's a smaller dog. She thinks that she's tough.

Lily is giving my hand brace the onceover. Oliver decided that it was time to eat. He was a "lover boy" over lunch and attended my shower. He thinks that it's curious that I stick myself under water though.

My prairie seeds are on their way. Cool. I'm wondering if I should get some woodland seeds for the side of the garage, but I think that I'm getting too ambitious. Plus, I need to clean out that area and mulch it. Plus, I'll need to plant the lilac and crabapple and set up the vegetable planters. I'm looking for cheap dirt for the planters.

Ack about the temperature tonight, but at least I have a car with a heater. Sometimes it's the little things.

I tried to get a bit of fuzz off of Lily's fur, but she got annoyed and left. I just told Oliver that I don't want feline-managed acupuncture.

Huh. It was a bad day for the stock market but my stocks are up, except for Eli Lilly, which I'm considering dumping for Novartis.

Lily cautiously started to go into Zara's room, but she turned around as I went to leave. I want to get that gate (a gate to keep the dogs out with a cat door) soon.

The window in the guest room has a million dog nose prints in it. I just bought some great glass cleaner, so I should use it!

Ran around like crazy getting ready to leave for choir: letting the dogs out, feeding everyone, putting my makeup on, and grabbing my music. I managed to get there way early, which is what I had planned to have time to organize my music. It’s all together now. I was clearly missed while I was gone by the critters. Oliver is curled up on my lap. The little thief Bella stole a sock and grudgingly brought it to me. I explained that I need socks. She is not convinced.

My dad said that it sounds like I’m doing something right with my stocks and to “keep it up”. My big problem is finding time for research.

I’m kind of attracted to a young black cat who’s been in foster care for two years. Apparently, he doesn’t go up to new people, but that’s okay. But I’m a little worried about shaking up the status quo.

Sold some stocks and bought some stocks. I have time to do that only at night and weekends.

I should go to sleep soon so that I don't oversleep.

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There was no mail when I went out to check today, which was not surprising. There is no mail most days. What was actually surprising is that I made it back to the apartment, and that I mostly recovered from the task within ten minutes. Most days I now expect to collapse on my way back, and if not then I expect to pass out for an hour or so after I get back in. I'm getting closer, but clearly I'm not there yet. I won't make a bet with myself about when it will finally happen, because a win will be a loss.

Rain is supposed to start falling this evening and continue through much of Tuesday. Earlier forecasts had it continuing into Wednesday, and still earlier into Thursday. We are being deprived of more of our winter again. In fact the only rain in the long term forecast after tomorrow is a possibility of showers on Sunday, the first of March. And then on March 3 begins a six day run of days with highs in the seventies. WTF, March? If you come in like a panting dog, how do you plan to go out?

But that will be then and this is now. I think I just heard some raindrops falling on the vent pipe above the stove. Time to enjoy what could be the last real rain of the season. And time to fix an actual dinner for the first time this week. There's stuff in the freezer I need to get rid of, to make more room for the ice cream I'll apparently need to stock up on for the premature summer that could soon be breathing down my neck.

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I took the books to the library this weekend, and our bonus room has space in it again! There are a couple of boxes and bags in there with stuff to take to Goodwill (we seem to always have a running box for that), but all the books are gone now. Huzzah!

This was a weekend in which I actually got some things done. In addition to getting those books out, I cleaned up an office chair that I need to sell, and I assembled a couple of end tables I bought from Overstock last week. They were easy to put together, and they look pretty nice. But it took almost as long to get all of the tape off the boxes (for recycling) and break up the styrofoam they shipped with! I really wish styrofoam was recyclable. :(

While working on the end-tables, I started watching Euphoria on Hulu. This was mainly because someone recommended Eric Dane's performance in it (sadly, he passed away this weekend from ALS), and it also has Jacob Elordi. It's a high-school-age drama, and really well-written, though the kids lives are messy. It's full of things you would really hope teenagers aren't doing. It's also much more sexually explicit than I would like, especially given the age of the characters. I realize all the actors are in their 20s, but they're supposed to be kids, so it's kind of skeevy on top of being TMI. But I will say that Jacob Elordi was gorgeous even in his early 20s, and looked much the same as he does now. This isn't always true, especially for men— Gregory Peck, Cary Grant, and even Mel Gibson weren't really good-looking until after about age 30. For some, it's needing to lose a little of the baby fat that makes their faces less distinctive. For Gregory Peck, I think most of it was needing to put on about 20 pounds!

We also watched Sinners, which we enjoyed but I wouldn't consider Oscar-worthy— mainly because of the vampires! The period detail was really good, though, and Michael B. Jordan (as twins) lived up to all the reasons I have a weakness for him. :)

Next weekend: the coffee table I also bought last week. \o/

mrkinch

Chris is still away and U is having foot pain so we took a leisurely walk up the road to the Lake and back. The sky was mostly overcast although the sun came out eventually. There was a lot more activity than on my rainy walk last week but we didn't seen great numbers of anything, not even American Robins, and no large flocks of Band-tailed Pigeons flew over. We did see quite a few more Golden-crowned Sparrows than has been usual this Winter. A Belted Kingfisher was rattling overhead as we started, and we saw a Varied Thrush just about where in a good year we've seen multiple birds, Which is interesting. There's something about that piece of the trail. But the best thing was that U heard our first singing Orange-crowned Warbler of the Spring! ( The list: )

The week of rain that was in the forecast that I was looking forward to has dwindled to less than a day. :(

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Несколько слов о том, что сейчас.
Спустя четыре года.
Чувствую себя не ок.
Без громких формулировок — просто не ок.
Это то состояние, когда больше всего хочется тёплых объятий в тишине. Без разговоров. Без объяснений. Просто чтобы рядом.
После очередного дня заехал выпить кофе. Поговорить. Или помолчать. Иногда даже самые сильные ломаются — не на людях, а внутри.
Моя парикмахер снова выезжает с детьми. Снова начинать с нуля.
Я уже не спрашиваю «когда вернётесь».
Каждый, с кем говорю в последнее время, понимает без слов.
Как будто у всех внутри одинаковый надлом.
В квартале от меня сегодня забрасывали камнями машину «людоловов». Тех, кто охотится на обычных людей, силой затаскивая в машину, 5 на 1го, а порой и 10 на одного, и так набирают «армию».
Похоже, в эту игру действительно могут играть двое.
И от этого не легче.
Об этом нигде не скажут.
Что в Николаеве из крана всё так же не идёт нормальная вода.
Что из-за отключений света иногда нет даже этого.
Что в Херсоне продолжают просто выживать.
И о других местах, о которых почти не говорят.
Давление со всех сторон стало таким плотным, что иногда ловишь себя на мысли:
даже если свобода формально есть — сил воспользоваться ею уже нет.
Время не вернуть.
И то, что прожито в этом режиме, уже не вычеркнуть.
Здесь я хотел написать о другом.
Оставлю пока только спойлер — это касается «бикини».
Четыре года назад я думал, что всё закончится быстро.
Сейчас у меня больше нет ожиданий.
Ради чьих-то интересов.
Ради громких слов.
Это продолжается.
И в большом городе становится всё тише.
А мне — ещё тише
И однажды кто-то скажет: “Так было всегда”.
И усталость становится новой формой выживания.

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Four Years Later

A few words about what is now.
Four years later.

I don’t feel okay.
Without loud wording — just not okay.

It’s that state when what you want most is warm hugs in silence. No conversations. No explanations. Just someone there.

After another long day, I stopped for coffee. To talk. Or to sit quietly. Sometimes even the strongest break — not in public, but inside.

My hairdresser is leaving again with her children. Starting from zero, again.
I no longer ask, “When will you come back?”

Everyone I’ve spoken to lately understands without words.
As if we all carry the same fracture inside.

A block away from me today, people were throwing stones at the van of the so-called “manhunters.”
Those who hunt ordinary men, forcing them into vehicles — five against one, sometimes ten against one — recruiting an “army” this way.

It seems that in this game, there really are two sides that can play.
And that doesn’t make it any lighter.

No one will speak about this openly.

That in Mykolaiv, normal water still doesn’t run from the taps.
That because of power outages, sometimes there isn’t even that.
That in Kherson, people continue simply to survive.
And about other places that are barely mentioned.

The pressure from all sides has become so dense that sometimes I catch myself thinking:
even if freedom formally exists — there is no strength left to use it.

Time cannot be returned.
And what has been lived in this mode cannot be erased.

Here, I wanted to write about something else.
For now, I will leave only a spoiler — it concerns “bikini.”

Four years ago, I thought it would all end quickly.
Now I no longer have expectations.

For someone’s interests.
For loud words.
It continues.

And in a big city, it keeps getting quieter.
And inside me — even quieter.

And one day, someone will say: “It was always like this.”
And fatigue will become a new form of survival.

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maju

We had a blizzard overnight. I couldn't hear anything down here in the basement, but my son in law said it was very noisy with the wind blowing around the house. It was apparently blowing in all directions, as the windows on all four sides of the house are partly covered with snow. It's still snowing, although it's a bit hard to tell the difference between snow falling and snow being blown off trees etc by the wind. Of course the girls have another snow day, and I suspect they will have a delayed start tomorrow.

My son in law has been working to clear some paths at the side of the house leading out to the cars; he needs to clear enough space so the girls can walk out to the school bus tomorrow, but his work is made very difficult by the mountain of snow thrown up by the snow plough at the top of the driveway.

I feel like I'd only just got my car completely shovelled out after our last big snowstorm and now there's snow banked up all around it to the level of the bottoms of the doors. Luckily just yesterday I moved it forward several inches so I don't have to think about moving it again for about a week.

susandennis

I had the best swim this morning. I woke up ready to go and just enjoyed the heck out of it. Funny how some days are don't wanna and some are Move Over Katie!

Steroid shots make my foot feel instantly better for a couple of days and then there are about 3 days of back to ouch before it starts working for good. Then in about a week, it will turn black and blue and stay that way for about a month. We are back to the ouchy part. But I was able to walk to the pool and back so, not horrible.

When I redid all my mp3's, I dumped them into folders - 30 files in each folder. Zero curation. I think Karen Carpenter had a beautiful voice but the current batch I'm listening to is about 25 Karen Carpenter songs and that's really more than anyone needs in a row. So I'm now swapping out for the next folder of 30. This batch has no clues. The files are named 1.mp3 and 2.mp3 so no telling what the fuck is on them. Come Wednesday - the next lap swim day - I'll probably be begging for more Karen Carpenter.

spacefem solved my Hazelnut coffee problem. Syrup! Amazon is bringing me a small assortment of small bottles of sugar free coffee syrup - Hazelnut, Carmel and Vanilla. I put the Hazelnut k-cups out in the elbow with a sign that says FREE. They were gone before I got back from my swim.

I have a plastic shoebox full of batteries. I have a few C's. a few D's. A fuckload of AA's. Some buttons - various sizes. A couple of really weird ones and 1 AAA. What do I need right now? 2 AAA's, of course. Sigh.

Another Paramount+ treat. One of my all time favorite sit coms. No one watched it but me, I think so it only lasted 2 seasons but now both seasons are on Paramount+. Superior Donuts. Good cast - phenomenal writing. Still very fun. I'm treating myself to an episode a day.

I've never put together a Lego set. I've thought about it but resisted knowing that it's likely a rabbit hole for me. Plus now I have bunnies to make 3 a day and I'm on track so far. And then I have to sew pockets onto my swim robes. I have projects. I don't need more. Plus, there are all those hours that

spifikins stole from me when she introduced me to that fucking arrow app.

bradygirl_12

Well, the nor'easter's here. ❄️ Twelve inches so far and more to come! White-out conditions! Stay snug as a 🐞! ☺️

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Overslept and got up at 7:30 AM. I have a strong impulse to go back to sleep, but need to get the dogs in first. There was a light dusting of snow. Where is Oliver? I called him and he appeared. He determined that there was no food and left. Lily doesn’t want to eat for reasons known only to her. She seems okay though. The dogs came in on the first try. I’m leading a charmed life :) Got us all fed. Nap time.

Ordered some vegetable seeds (lettuce, spinach, carrots, and peas).

Dog wrestling time. Gracie is shorter than Bella, and Gracie will stand over Bella, and then Bella will get up, leaving Gracie’s legs dangling in the air. Pretty funny.

Napped. Woke up before my alarm. Oliver is lying on my lap. Ate lunch. Took another nap.

Success! My car has a battery that works! The guys at Advance Auto Parts are always so nice. The battery that was delivered was the wrong type, so I had to return it and get another one that’s even cheaper. That’s a win.

I celebrated with dinner at Culver’s. Now I’m sleepy, but I need to wait for the dogs to come in. It’s snowing and very cold (20F/-7C with a wind chill of 1F/-17C), so maybe they won’t stay out long. All the weather forecasts say that it’s not snowing. Hello, I was out in it, and it definitely was snowing. Maybe we won't get much snow then.

Lily is making a fuss over me because she’s hungry! Fed us all. The dogs came in quickly, probably because it’s cold.

I need to get my music organized in the morning, so I plan to go to bed soon.

maju

Great excitement in the house this morning because my daughter came back from her conference in NYC. She was planning to come back later today but decided she'd better travel before the forecast blizzard strikes.

It started snowing about an hour or so ago. At first the flakes were tiny and almost invisible, but now they're bigger and it's looking more blizzard-like although nothing seems to be sticking on the road yet.

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Now, a few hours later, the snow is starting to stick, but we've still only had a very small amount especially considering it started falling about 4 hours ago and considering the NWS is giving us a blizzard warning.

fauxklore

It’s now been over a month since the Stafford Challenge started (on January 17th) and I’ve continued to write a poem every day. It’s an interesting exercise. I started out thinking in terms of writing poems related to the wreck of the Congressional Limited train in 1943. I did write 7 poems on that subject, but I quickly realized I have a lot more research to do before I can really get deeper into it. Leveraging off that, I wrote six other poems relating to trains (including the Washington metro, the Long Island Railroad, and Amtrak).

I’ve already posted titles of the poems I wrote for weeks 1 and 2. Here are the remaining titles of poems I’ve written so far.

Week 3:

31 January 2026 - Both Sides Now

1 February 2026 - A Eulogy for X. J. Kennedy

2 February 2026 - A Eulogy for X. J. Kennedy (revised)

3 February 2026 - With Reservations

4 February 2026 - Blackberry Jam

5 February 2026 - The Lily Jean

6 February 2026 - Amtrak Acela

Week 4:

7 February 2026 - Amtrak #2

8 February 2026 - Weather Woes

9 February 2026 - The Bicycle

10 February 2026 - Life Is

11 February 2026 - Sleeping in Hotels

12 February 2026 - Household Archaeology

13 February 2026 - Lucky or Not?

Week 5:

14 February 2026 - The Afghan Song (to the tune of The Garden Song)

15 February 2026 - Post Valentine’s Day

16 February 2026 - Presidents Day

17 February 2026 - Spectral Haiku

18 February 2026 - Cuddly

19 February 2026 - Seeking My Muse

20 February 2026 - The Idea Shop

A Brief Sample

I won’t post anything I might want to submit to a magazine/ journal / anthology someday, since most publications count things published on-line as prior publication and won’t accept it. But I’m pretty sure I won’t do anything with this one and it’s a good example of my fondness for turning lists into poems. I got the idea for this poem while walking back to my hotel after going to the cabaret show I saw recently in New York and thinking “life is a cabaret.” I crowd sourced phrases starting with “life is” via the hive mind (i.e. my Facebook friends) and this is what I came up with.

Life Is

Life is too short
Life is too long
Life is hard
Life is easy
Life is like a box of chocolates
Life is just a bowl of cherries
Life is what you make of it
Life is a song worth singing
Life is a highway
Life is a river
Life is strange
Life is funny
Life is a journey, not a destination
Life is a cabaret
Life is life

Community:

One of the main reasons for doing the Stafford Challenge is the community fostered by the cohort. There are roughly 1300 people doing it this year. There’s a private Facebook group. And there are monthly talks by guest poets. There is apparently going to be a conference in the summer, which I think will actually work with my schedule.

The other benefit of being part of the cohort is access to monthly guest poet talks. The January kick-off talk was by Kim Stafford, the son of the late William Stafford whose practice of writing a poem a day is behind the whole thing. I wasn’t able to make it to that one live, but I did listen to the recording and here are three takeaways from it:

”Poetry is our native language.” We speak in units of breath.
Betty Sue Flowers wrote that the progress of the artistic process is Madman, Architect, Carpenter, Judge. I really like this concept. Your ideas can be completely wild, but then you have to make plans and do the work to construct the product from them. Then you can look at what you’ve done and assess whether or not it meets your goal and go through this whole process again to revise it.
The muse is the inner voice , waiting for an audience.

The second talk was Thursday night and was by Emmett Wheatfall. Here are my takeaways:

He presented a 7 point challenge, which didn’t particularly resonate with me because most of them seemed fairly obvious, e.g. “listen to the feedback of your readers.”
I did like his statement that Hemingway wrote down seven rules a day, but I’m not sure if those were the same rules or he came up with new ones every day. At any rate, seven is a number with a lot of mystical significance.
He said that a quote of poetry is called a “stretch.” I’ve never heard that before.

Three is also a mystical number. I don’t think I can find more than three takeaways in most hour-long presentations. I did also write down one snarky note. Namely, he quoted somebody talking about the artist, Edgar Degas. But he pronounced the surname as “DEE-gus” instead of “Day-GAH.” Aargh!

And Now

I need to find a topic for today’s poem.

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Pairings/Characters: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler
Rating: Explicit
Length: 59,047 words
Content Notes: Bullying and homophobia.
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Theme: Inept in Love, Pretend Couple, Friends to Lovers, Canon LGBTQ+ Characters

Summary: Will needs a date to his mom's wedding. Mike volunteers.

"I have an idea," says Mike.

Ice cubes form in Will's stomach. "How dangerous is it? Like, should I call Dustin to talk you down, or should I call Nancy to be ready to drive us to the hospital?"

"No," says Mike, "you can't tell anyone or it won't work."

"Or what won't work?" Will asks. It's like picking up a rock you know a spider will be under.

Mike gets up and closes Will's door. Hopper doesn't make them keep it open but sometimes Will does anyway, because every now and then lying around alone with Mike on his bed just makes his chest ache too much. If the door is open he can tell himself You can't do anything right now, someone will see.

Mike leans back against the door. His eyes are lit up with that special maniacal gleam that the Wheelers get right before they do something insane, like when Nancy says, "Then we have to go kill Vecna ourselves," or whatever. "Take me to the wedding," says Mike.

"Yeah," says Will slowly, "you'll be at the wedding. Obviously."

"As your date."

Reccer's Notes: They've fixed Hawkins' Upside Down problem (though this predates the final season), and it's the kids' senior year, and Will is worried his mom is worried about him, so Mike hatches a plan to be Will's (fake) date to Joyce and Hopper's wedding because of course he does. That means we've got Will pretending to pretend he's into Mike and Mike playing gay chicken against himself and...losing? winning? both?? Neither of them is doing a great job (or any job) communicating, but their fake relationship thrives and does what all the best fake relationships do, becomes real. A sweet friends-to-lovers romance with just the right amount of agonizing feelings.

Fanwork Link: Roll To Charm Person

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My foot still hurts but it hurts WAY less and is on the mend. It's always surprising to me, the absence after something has hurt for so long. It's like a little gift. Or a big gift, if you are my foot.

I love a little Hazelnut flavor in my coffee now and again. The other day, at Safeway, I picked up a small box of Hazelnut flavored coffee pods. I brewed one yesterday for elbow coffee. I think I knew this but had forgotten. Those Hazelnut pods are HAZELNUT!!!! I wanted a hint and they are like a tsunami. BUT I drink my coffee black so, honestly, only wash my mug once in a great while so this morning's coffee had the perfect hint of Hazelnut. Win?

This morning I got up and put the comforter and pillow cases into the washing machine and changed the sheet with the help of Biggie which made it, of course, way more of a chore but it is done. And the comforter will be done in another hour. My washer has this lovely heavy bedding function. It probably does nothing special but I love having it.

Then I went to the pool and had a wonderful swim.

I have nothing on the calendar this week at all. There are baseball games every afternoon on the radio. Yesterday, they had a 'new' announcer for a few innings. I thought we had all of the worst baseball announcers already but wait, there's more! This guy was, apparently, a Mariner pitcher for a minute just before the pandemic. He talks way too fast and says absolutely nothing interesting. It hurt my ears. He said that he would be on the TV broadcasts for some games this year. Fine by me since I mute those anyway. Geesh.

I have 20 more bunnies to make before Saturday. Shouldn't be a problem. There are 2.95 done already.

I have my good book to read and tons of stuff on TV. There is a new (to me) Dawn French comedy on Paramount+ called "Can You Keep A Secret". I have two more episodes to watch. It's kind of hilarious in a very Dawn French way. She gets me.

When my brother was here, we got rid of a lot of shit and shifted and organized the rest. I could not have done it without him and it's still reaping such rewards. It's just a joy to be able to find stuff, to easily put stuff away and to have it all look so nice. My utility room went from a claustrophobic mess to a joy and the storage room... perfection. Yesterday, I shifted some stuff around so easily. I do love this apartment. But even more so now.

When the closet got redone, I took down the cat cam since I moved their beds but now Biggie has a new spot so I think I need to put it back. EASY to do since it's just on the shelf in the storage unit with the correct cable and wall wart. Soooooooo organized am I.

bradygirl_12

The U.S. women and men are golden in Olympic hockey, beating their Canadian rivals in OT. The women won last Thursday, the men today on the 46th anniversary of the Miracle on Ice. 🇺🇸 🥇 ☺️ 🥇

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Monday

❄️ Nor'easter!!! ❄️

Pros Newsletter #911 – February 16 to 23

my other car is an awfully hot coffee pot

Success!

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Stafford Challenge Update

Pokémon: Perished Pidove Nominations & Sign-ups Extended!

40daysofdrabbles | daily prompts now available during Lent

Stranger Things: Roll To Charm Person, by harriet_vane

Clicking into place

Gold!!!