I should start practicing handwriting again. I tried switching to cursive writing (because I have nice fountain pens and shimmery inks, including a Dracula one), but ended up going back to my, erm, idiosyncratic semi-printing.
I just had the termination conversation with my now ex-employee. It went as well as I could have hoped for, probably because he was in shock. Ugh, I didn't want things to come to this, but it is what it is. Next up, the meeting with my team to give them the news.
My boss, who is awesome, has told me that I WILL take an hour off after that to decompress, no don't argue this, Jillian.
For the record, my letter to JZ was written with a mix of inks - Dracula and Bloody Absinthe. Because I embrace my cliches.
Is Tumblr being weird about uploading images? I just tried to post one and it wouldn't do it.
I got hit with the redesign. Somehow worse in practice than it looked in the screenshots I saw.
Oh, it's horrible. And I would pay them monthly if they gave me the chance to permanently turn off Tumblr Live.
I would pay to nuke Tumblr live, OMG.
For the record, my letter to JZ was written with a mix of inks - Dracula and Bloody Absinthe. Because I embrace my cliches.
Mine was whatever fucking green I have in the Narwhal/Navalurh. Might be Vinta Parol. Think that's it. I have been loading up at the free table at Pen Club lately.
If you see shimmery inks on the free table at Pen Club, think of me.
Juliana visited this morning and brought many homemade treats, including a fresh rosemary focaccia, which I have deployed as a sandwich. She also brought some art from her daughter Alexandra, so we're getting a full gallery.
JZ finally needed some pain meds at 11:30am, which is a good long stretch without morphine for her. She's having trouble watching movies so I suggested playing movies that she's seen so often that just hearing the dialogue would be a comfort.
Now she's napping on the couch to the sound of The African Queen with her mom sitting next to her on the couch. Next up: Princess Bride and then Young Frankenstein. We'll have Holiday in the queue too as that's her all time fav Screwball comedy.
Card received from Sean with his one word assessment of it all ("Fuck!") with some other words of love. Package received from Aurelia which is already plugged in.
Jilli, we got your card in the first rush along with Plei's and there was much admiration of the fancy inks.
I woke up this morning and saw that Jacqueline's eyes were already open.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"I want to wash my hair. I feel grimy."
Indeed it has been a couple weeks since she's had a shower and her body was covered with lots of sticky tape grime from all the leads and tubes. Found about three patches for holding leads that I hadn't taken off since the hospital.
I got her seated on the end-bench area of our tub (moving aside all of Matilda's many haircare products), and rinsed her off with warm water from my big plastic Oakland A's cup. She fairly swooned with pleasure. I washed her whole body with gentle shampoo, and then shampooed her hair. Getting as much of the tape marks off as I could without hard rubbing. Rinsed her clean, dried her off, and moved her to the couch.
She felt very refreshed. Changed her into new soft jammies and undies and she was ready to meet people.
