I'm sorry, Laura! JZ also had trouble reading during Covid which was insult to injury.
'm about to head out shopping. Wish me inspiration, please. I'm going to wear.my plaid Santa hat -- it seems to take the edge off for anyone who might be feeling... edgy. Gives poor randos like me out in it a little cheer sometimes.
I'm already cheered thinking about you wearing a plaid santa hat!
I stopped for a slice of pizza on Haight Street last night and some burly dude in a Santa hat tapped me on the shoulder. It was Emmett out shopping with his friends.
I'm already cheered thinking about you wearing a plaid santa hat!
Mission accomplished!
I stopped for a slice of pizza on Haight Street last night and some burly dude in a Santa hat tapped me on the shoulder. It was Emmett out shopping with his friends..
Love this!
Got a surprising amount done pretty quickly. One more stop before I get some food.
I know this is nothing compared to the Stupid thrown at POC all the live-long day, but I would give up a holiday wish to make people stop saying "I'm sorry," when I say something like "As a disabled person, I think that, maybe the whole Diaper POTUS theme, whether true or not, offends people who aren't Biden or Trump." Once in a while, well, I've been there, but more than that, American body-denial pisses me off and makes my life harder every fucking day, so I have thoughts, even if I mostly wish the two top candidates were different people on almost every level there is.(And, yeah, even as I write this, part of me wishes we'd spend next year fighting for, and over, something a bit more...perfect. Because I'm American and have mind-viruses, too. goddamn it)
(to be clear, this is not where they say it. that would make sense. But I don't say these things to get back, I don't know, " Sorry you're struggling." Which kind of makes me want to say I'm not, at least not in the acute, heart-rending sense that most abled, white, Americans think struggle means. Although I do sometimes.)
Just like I want to write "disability" on Facebook without a fundraising thing popping up.
I'm going to wear.my plaid Santa hat -- it seems to take the edge off for anyone who might be feeling... edgy. Gives poor randos like me out in it a little cheer sometimes.
I desperately need this. I am all edges right now.
Get well soon, Laura. The not being able to read sucks.
To add to the holiday fun, both of our toilets need their guts replaced and this is where Boy and I do not work the same way. And we both get frustrated. We've been to Home Depot twice and are looking at a third soon. I cannot stress how much I hate multiple trips and returning things. With no functional toilets. I know we will have at least one working today but the process is hell. Especially when everything "universal" is, in fact, NOT universal.
Argh, Cass.
Argh, for Laura, too.
(Sorry about turning the thread to Crip Festivus. Although if there is Crip Festivus, I think it should be approached more like Hanukkah or Kwanzaa...we are in an ableist culture and will need more than one day.)
Timelies all!
I’m sorry, Laura.
So Mr. S has been falling asleep early lately. He fell asleep around 8 last night, then woke up around 5:30 this morning. Ugh.(Once he wakes up, he’s up and demanding stuff from us.)
Jesus, fuck these fucking Steelers. What the actual fuck?
Wow, shopping was not bad at all. I think online buying has thinned the in person shopping many-fold.
In less thrilling news, I had to start taking antibiotics today for a UTI, which is fine, BUT they are playing merry hell with my already somewhat unpredictable system so... no White House for me tonight. I can pretty well gurantee that I won't be able to make it from walking from the car, standing in line, going through the WH, and walking back to the car without needing a facilities visit... and probably three. So, yeah, no. Bummer, but what can you do?
And we have solidly decided to postpone Yardley Christmas until January -- two of the five are still testing positive for Covid, so we're just calling it rather than having everything up in the air. Also a bummer, but OK.
I'm almost like, "Wait, you mean I can do anything I want on Christmas (within reason and considering a lot is closed)? WHAT?? This is unprecedented!"
Sending lots of love beaming your way, though I haven't commented a lot -- late paying customers need to step it up, FFS, health-ma to parents in hospitals, you-got-this-ma to kids finding their way, Hec & Matilda, Nilly and Shir. smonster on a not at all what you were expecting season. All of you. Holding you tight. (Or, making heart hands from a respectable distance if that's your comfort zone, bien sûr.)
I hadn’t heard the Diaper POTUS. What a thing. I’d rather have Biden in diapers than TFG with immaculate sphincter control, so.
Tomorrow I head up for the family Christmas gathering. I haven’t seen my niece’s side of the family for a year and a half, which is at least 12 months too long. So I’m looking forward to it. The flight, less so. Here’s hoping that my employer will add MI to the list of approved states in 2024, so I can seek them all more often. I dyed my hair purple for Christmas. Because why not?
Sorry about the health woes, JenP. I hope your unexpectedly open Christmas is enjoyable.
