W00t! Fay's back in Bitches!
My Republican family members are being very, very quiet about politics on Facebook. I don't know if they're being considerate of my delicate feelings or if they're just that ashamed of their party's candidate. Either way, I'm relieved about it.
In other news, I just blocked off time for the winter holidays this year in the office calendar. And I realized that I'm really looking forward to it this year. No idea why, and heaven knows I don't want to see ads or store decorations up until after Thanksgiving (yeah, good luck there). But the thought of putting up and decorating a tree, baking, spending time with the family up north, it all makes me smile. Guess I'm getting sentimental in my late middle age.
I think things are often different as we go along. Dealing with my disability didn't end when I was eight and my parents and I talked about "forever" with an eight year old.(Even though a lot of well-meaning able-bodied people tend to get stuck here...with the whole "kids are cruel" thing and, it is true that people aren't as likely to blurt out "You look *funny*" (Trump aside) every stage definitely still has new challenges.
PS: Kind of works my nerves what an aberration that encounter with the reporter is treated as. I have seen that gesture approximately a million times. Not usually from a dude with a staff and dropped testicles, but can we please stop with "Mocking a disabled person?! How low can you go?" especially since to get on NYT, I would let someone do that every week if they felt like it. (Not really. Almost.)
I don't want to see ads or store decorations up until after Thanksgiving (yeah, good luck there).
There are assorted Christmas decorations and such in the CVS. I saw them today (when I was buying a Halloween pumpkin, because THAT IS THE CURRENT HOLIDAY), and I actually recoiled.
Fay!
I fell asleep when the inlaws were here instead of going out. I didn't realize how exhausted I was.
Lovely to see you in this 'hood, Fay!
I fell asleep when the inlaws were here instead of going out. I didn't realize how exhausted I was.
The heart body wants what it wants.
I got home, and there was a note on my door from FedEx, saying that they tried to deliver a package, and it requires a signature, and that this was their third and final attempt to deliver it. I haven't been home much, but this is absolutely the first time that there's been a note like this on the door. Their tracking thing says that they attempted delivery twice before, and they claim they left notes then. And they can't leave the package without a signature.
By the way, it's a box of sanitary napkins.
Wouldn't want that falling into the wrong hands!
I made the mistake of letting ltc take a second nap today, and now she won't sleep.
This week is much too long, and has had way too many triggery things, and I don't like it. And I want to read a book on my Kindle app, but I can't find my iPad charger cord.
Timelies! Do people know Danny Bhoy, the Scottish comedian? Funny guy. I saw him on Saturday, but nearly didn't. I bought the ticket ages ago and had it pinned to my corkboard. That afternoon, I was watching the baseball game and puttering around my place, thinking, I'm sure there's something I'm supposed to be doing tonight.
Oh crap, Danny Bhoy!
Looked at my watch, 7:17pm. Looked at the ticket, 7:30pm. shitshitshit
Fortunately, I was beshowered and beclothed, so I dashed downstairs and hailed a cab, told the cabbie my dilemma. I'll get you there, he says, and proceeded directly into a big traffic jam caused by road closures for the Toronto Marathon, happening the next day.
Doomed, I thought. But we started creeping along, then made Victoria Street, then we were pulling up near the theatre. I prepared to fling myself out of the cab. Check the time, 7:30. Tip the cabbie and _saunter_ into the theatre ahead of half the crowd.
So he gets started with his act, and there are three empty seats right in the front row. Danny says "I wonder if those people are at home, thinking, I'm sure there was something I was supposed to be doing tonight. Maybe we'll pop in a Danny Bhoy dvd!"
Maybe they did.
