Friday, March 17, 2017

I've just got one question:


I don't understand why all the hate for clothes and accessories whose colors or patterns match or at least harmonize. 

Yep, you're right, I'm not into fashion. For decades I've figured if I can get an outfit together where my socks match or at least coordinate somehow with my shirt/sweater/pants/skirt, I'm home free! Some snotty chemistry tech (a male!) made a snide comment about how my socks always match my shirt - that was um. well. like. 1987? or so? So it's a venerable tradition of mine.

I think people should STFU about "matchy-matchy." It's just another way to be a snob and put other people down.

That's my fashion manifesto. I don't have a picture or anything to go with it. 

Thursday, February 09, 2017

All of these inspire and move me but it's Malala that brings the tears. They tried to blow out her brains and look at her. 

Our enemies are stupid and small. They don't have a chance.

Monday, February 06, 2017


So the roof is re-shingled and it looks great. But there are several other projects the contractor is supposed to do, but I haven't heard a word since the roofers finished last Tuesday. I'm not worried. We're also waiting to find out if the insurance company is going to foot the bill for a LARGE project that became obviously necessary once they'd got the old shingles off - there were three layers instead of just the one.

So I wait. There is still some material, and a wheelbarrow and a ladder, here, so I assume they'll be back when all the ducks have got in line.

Mood-wise, the third antidepressant seems to be doing its job. I'm feeling more like me than I have for a year. And I'm resuming some of my grown-up habits I was secretly proud of developing before the black dog bit me. My spirits are much better, even though my country's agony under the putsch harrows me daily.  I do what I can to help resist. I wish I could do more. But my year's inactivity has taken its toll on my very body - I'm going to have to build up my muscle strength gradually because I'm weaker now, and have very little stamina. And there's an ever-growing list of home projects I need to address; so much piled up while I was depressed, I can't believe it. Ah well, I'll plug along and do the best I can.

I am so glad the black dog went away!

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Big doins here today

At 9 the roofers showed up. So, a few days of this constant racket from all over the roof will keep us company. I don't watch them because it makes me nervous. There's at least an inch of 3 day old snow everywhere.

O'Keefe flat-out hates it of course. Every once in awhile a particular bit of noise scares her and she galvanizes into a geriatric half-crouch on the hassock where she's napping against my leg. It takes her a minute or so to settle down and go back to sleep. So many monsters attacking her house!

Turns out I had a lot more roof damage than I'd thought in the May 11th hailstorm.

The morning after. You can't really see it in the photo but there were still 1" hailstones *everywhere* and of course, the trees' new leaves just got pulverized. Looked like a giant had strewn green confetti over everything.

All those years of homeowner's insurance is paying off now, big-time.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Only we, the people, can stop this.

It's so much worse and it's happening so much faster than even I imagined. I'm watching my country go from a flawed, but functional democracy, to a totalitarian state. For the first time in my life, I'm deeply afraid.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Good-bye, Old World

Hello whatever the hell it is that's showing up as of tomorrow afternoon.

Keep your friends close.

Keep your enemies closer.