Our basement remodel continues! We have some framing done!
The dogs are still the dogs, the gerbil are still the gerbils, family is still family.
Onwards and upwards.
I heard back from the Mayo Clinic! There’s an ENT who looked at my file and decided to take on my case. I have a series of appointments at the end of November.
Now I merely need to petition my insurance company to pay for the visits. Whee.
Onward and upwards …
First, thank you for writing for me this Yuletide! I am excited to see what the season brings!
As far as my requests go, I love stories about women. (That was probably obvious from my sign-up!) Stories about women and their lives, their relationships (especially their relationships with other women,) their autonomy and power and struggles to find or wield those things.
I love world-building. I love prequels and sequels. I love crossovers and AUs. I generally love slash, but I don’t see a ton of slashy potential in the fandoms I’ve picked this year? I’m willing to be convinced, if you want to try.
Welcome, and thank you!
She was doxxed, she was outed. Her stalkers have found her again.
She said horrible things about people. She was cruel. She was profoundly unkind.
She reviewed books. She pointed out flaws. She criticized popular works. She frequently dismissed merit in favor of scoring vitriolic points.
Her reviews were entertaining. Her flame wars were pointed and personal.
This is her apology.
I read these words and gave deep, profound, heartfelt thanks that most of my sins thus far in life were carried out in private. Absent the glare of social media.
I, too, apologized too late. Nor were my apologies as graceful as this one.
Benjanun Sriduangkaew, I wish you the best of luck going forward in life.
The last forty-eight hours saw me:
scrape the basement walls free of old paint
wash the walls
go to the hardware store for forgotten things
sweep the floor of lead paint chips and flakes
paint the walls with Drylok [girlfriend helped with this, thank you Laura!]
paint the second coat of the walls
remove the remaining furniture [at this point my daughter helped with everything following; thank you, buff and hella-strong athlete child!]
sweep the floor again
mop the floor
scrub the floor
mop the floor
dry the floor
scrub the stairs
dry the stairs
paint the floor
paint the stairs
go to the library for the weekly run
drop my car off for replacement bearings [J picked it up, thank you J!]
do multiple loads of dishes
take children to and from circus
go to small dog play group at the park
Somewhere is all of this, I have Done Something Untoward to my right wrist/forearm. I’ve got it in a brace again today, and am on a steady regime of ibuprofen. (Yesterday was ibuprofen and icing. It’s better this morning.) And, more importantly, J is doing the second coat of paint today.
Tomorrow we go the the hardware store AGAIN, this time with the kids so they can pick out paint for their new (old) furniture.
Home repair/remodel projects. They are relentless.
In the middle of the work yesterday, my phone twanged at me. It was a text message from Kelly Sue DeConnick’s Bitches Get Stuff Done inspirational text-list. It said, “Get back to work.”
I smiled, full of virtue and accomplishment, and resumed painting.