Can Teppy's boy teach walking in high heels at the BA? Heaven knows I never learned.
Ginger, if I ever get him around a group of Buffistae, he will *happily* teach anyone who wants to learn. For HOURS.
I've been busy all day today -- Fridays are the "off" day for the 4-day/10-hour-day workweek -- getting an eye exam and paying shitloads of money for new glasses and contacts, and then seeing my primary-care doctor to get a referral to a hand surgeon because my wrist, after 4-5 months is not any better, and then doing tons of laundry (which, shit, I just remembered there's laundry on the clothesline outside and it's dark now).
Anyway, I wanted to pop in and wish
vw a happy happy birthday
and offer more good thoughts in Drew's direction and some extra cardiac-ma to connie's DH.
And now I'm going to rescue the laundry before everything gets all dew-ed upon.
ND, I wish there was something more I could do for you than just keep you in my thoughts.
Thank you for all the kind wishes everyone. I really do appreciate it.
Um, wow, just caught up after a long time away.
Hugs, hugs, and more hugs to ND, SeanK, my darling Kristin and anyone else who needs em. Really wish i were there to bring over tasty, nourishing food and bathe the kitten for you. it isn't fun, but i'm pretty good at it.
And i somehow missed Meara in PDX :( Oh well, i've been a big bundle of zero fun for months now. Wondering what happened to my fun self....and how to find her again.
Attempted dying my hair over the weekend, cuz i'm displeased with the "growing out" phase (now in year two since hair donation) and wanted some excitement. Bad. Bad. Not good. Dumb. Should have paid more attention to the dye box: permanent. Not gonna wash out. Displeased. Was supposed to be a nice rich dark red, but all it did was erase all highlights and depth and color complexity from my hair and leave it a boring, dull, same-color mass that feels *wrong* texturally when i wash it. Not pleased. Never dying my hair a "normal" color ever again. At least purple eventually washed out....
Trying to decide about job situation, boy situation, life situation, everything. Mid-life crisis continues unabated even after whole quitting career and moving gambit. (tho i do hope this is NOT my midlife, would like to make it just a wee bit longer....)
Buffista academy is a fantastic idea and would be an excellent preparation for post-apocalyptic compound. I'm thinking like the academy in X-men...but even more self-contained, with plenty of gardens and pretty secure spaces. I can teach croquet and synchronized swimming to up the awkward, intellectual sporty factor. (Contrary to all logic about depriving the brain of oxygen, synchro swimmers tend to be obscenely overly intellectual, nerdy, artsy, and have super high GPAs. Can also help with some teaching. My MFA ought to be useful for something. )
More *hugs* and ~ma of many kinds to all what needs em.
and, because it deserves its own post,
Drew, I'm so sorry for everything you are going through. I know I don't really know you, but I do sympathize and hope for the best possible in the situation. So, I hope it is the tiniest bit comforting that invisible people int he box are vibing hard for you.
Anyone who says invisible friends aren't as good as real friends doesn't have real invisible friends.
Hi, Sox! Long time, no see. Amazingly, Joe and I are both awake and Ellie and Frisco are both asleep. I have a feeling I will be regretting this tomorrow.
