Sunday, April 25, 2021
Our little azalea bushes decided to get in on all the splashy fun.
No photo – just this screenshot.
First time eating in a restaurant in over a year and I got a burrito as big as my head! I only ate half. It was REALLY good!
Freeze warning, so Mandy the Mandevilla & Sir Basil, Duke of Pesto came inside for a couple of nights.
This is apparently a problem with these Fitbit bands. This is the second one that has come loose like this. I took it to a jeweler, but since this is considered “fast fashion” it’s not something they handle. So in addition to knitting I shall now start trying to figure out jewelry making. Fun!
Dr. M got a new Hurricane’s t-shirt. This thing is huge! I should do a photo shoot – I could wear it with leggings & be very fashionable. Or maybe not.
Dr. M looked out the window & saw a flash of blue. We’ve been getting blue jays & bluebirds, but this time it was an Indigo Blue Bunting! They come through around this time every year.
Saturday, April 17, 2021
I played hooky from church and went mall walking with this handsome gentleman.
No, I wasn’t cold in my office. Why do you ask?
Sir Basil got a new pot and got to go live on the deck.
Dr. M’s dad’s neighbor’s azaleas – also gorgeous!
Thursday, April 15th
Here is what I posted on Instagram today: People who only see these squares (& don’t see my stories) might not know that I’m a bleeding heart left leaning liberal Christian who denounces white supremacy in all its forms & who is trying to be a better ally to all the marginalized people around me (sadly a small number because I live in a very white cisgender world right now). I’m appalled at violence against Black folks and Asian folks and transgender folks. And this violence is NOT NEW. I helped my historian husband research “outrages” against freed people in post Civil War Kentucky. I dream of a world where a traffic stop doesn’t have to be deadly. Or where a person who doesn’t look like me can just walk home safely. Or where people can be the people that they want to be, love who they want to love, and have the same rights as everyone else. I also dream of a day when I can actually knit. Things are not looking good. (Thanks to @deidrariggs for encouraging me to write this out.)
Mammogram selfie, and a book from waiting area. I had a bit of a scare because they took me back for an ultrasound after reviewing my first set of images. Fortunately it was just another cyst – and I don’t have to go back again for another year. Woot!
A ridiculous number of photos today. First up, my temperature blanket photo shoot has moved outdoors (that’s a pink sheet in case you’re concerned about your eyes). I had the bonus of getting to see this cutie while I was out there.
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Easter! We had church in person (outside). I thought it was going to be cold so I wore a blazer & packed a blanket, but by the time the service started it was actually really warm. It was a gorgeous day and a lovely service.
I was texting with my brother and he asked if I’d read the latest book in one of the series that we like (Craig Johnson’s Walt Longmire series) & I said that I didn’t know there was a new one! So I went to Goodreads to get it added to my “to read” list & saw this. In my defense, I added it a week before the book was released, so I knew it would be a while before I could get it from the library. But really, to forget it even existed? Very sad. But I’m reading it now, so all’s well that ends well.
Dr. M got the Bugly inspected today. The service station had a very cool mural.
You’ve already seen these flowers, but it’s the only picture from today. I finally packaged them up to send to the recipient.
My usual spatula was dirty, so I had to pull ole Egghead out of retirement for my breakfast. She was not amused.
Dr. M got his first jab today! Very grateful that both of us are mostly vaccinated now.
Temperature blanket update.
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
But when the Eastwood sisters--James Juniper, Agnes Amaranth, and Beatrice Belladonna--join the suffragists of New Salem, they begin to pursue the forgotten words and ways that might turn the women's movement into the witch's movement. Stalked by shadows and sickness, hunted by forces who will not suffer a witch to vote-and perhaps not even to live-the sisters will need to delve into the oldest magics, draw new alliances, and heal the bond between them if they want to survive.
There's no such thing as witches. But there will be.
For both types, if you're good at it, and you spend your days and nights doing it, then it's something you can't do for long. Depression sets in. Mental illness festers. And if the "abyss gaze" takes hold there's only one place to recover: Normal Head, in the wilds of Oregon, within the secure perimeter of an experimental forest.
Saturday, April 3, 2021
No picture. Which is crazypants because I went to church & everything. What the heck.
The ancestral phlox is just going to take over that circle one of these days.
I had the second part of my root canal today (they took out the “medicine” that was helping with the infection & then put a filling in the crown). After I got to work I was checking to see if I looked weird (since my face was still numb). Nope – I looked the same as usual.
Dr. M made me get out of my recliner to look at the sunset, and I’m glad he did. It reminded me of the color scheme for the International Transgender Day of Awareness. Lovely!
Baseball Opening Day! I had to work, but Dr. M got to watch the game.
I made a chicken!
Lots of pictures today. First up, this gorgeous Eastern Tiger Swallowtail.
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