Been too busy doing not a whole lot. Air show is this weekend so traffic is insane. Son is over to watch the show. We have prime viewing from our balcony.

Yesterday I got my hair cut and picked up Dylan from the train station (he is home for the summer, yay!) Then I made bread and bagel dough so I could bake this morning. The bagels were overproofed and have collapsed into flagels (or possibly my starter wasn't strong enough to lift low-hydration dough) but they taste fantastic.

Today is the annual plant sale at the farmstand where my CSA is, but I do not have the spoons for dealing with any more gardening this month.

Right now I am trying to make a menu so I can go grocery shopping but my brain is refusing to imagine any food I might want to eat in the future that isn't bread. Maybe I'll make some ciabatta and see if that helps.

I mean, living off bread could be worse. But maybe consider if you need to have accompaniments for your bread, like butter or cheese or jam.

We're preparing here for my MIL to die. We'll likely head south to them (NC) tomorrow.

We're preparing here for my MIL to die.

That's a rough Mother's Day. I'm sorry, Dana.

((Dana))

Sending love, Dana.

Sending love, Dana.

Msbelle and I were on the very windy eastern shore yesterday biking/supporting bikers doing Ride for the Feast. I only did 35ish miles before the wind and my bad knees said no more. We raised a bunch of money though so that’s what’s important.

Great news, Lisa Sending good thoughts to your family, Dana. I probably just started a big fight on facebook trying to get other disabled people not to define them/ourselves by our IQs. I don't really care-- that's fucked. I know it starts from school and being evaluated all the time and how great(/sarcasm font) it feels being, you know, "exceptional" on two, different, wildly disparate fronts, but we're grown now and permanent records aren't real--although, naturally, I related to the Original Poster's sense that it can be hard to find Your People on a regular basis, etc. Very proud of self for not chiming in with own big number and mini-resume with list of published credits or similar, though why I wrote that like Bridget Jones is anyone's guess, though I guess I can finish the schtick and say that, as a sign of where I am that is vvg. Old conditioning in that area dies hard, but thankfully, it does die. ETA: Solidarity does have its interpersonal limits, and doesn't make as much of a party trick, but being an Exception is exhausting(and ableist and slightly racist...I almost wish nobody told me, but some of that "enrichment" stuff was kind of cool, although why people couldn't just try it out anyway...well, I guess that's another topic.)

I am so sorry Dana.

I am unfortunately getting into the sad part of my process. Even though we are having no service as part of my mother’s wishes and also me not wanting to deal with work people, I am begin to wish for closure. It has been hard for ten years because I am bossypants and asking for help and my mother did not respond well to bossypants or any help. I had a nice conversation with a neighbor. But I think we may need to do something sooner with a close circle, just a dinner or something. My mom did a great job cleaning out my grandparents stuff, so everything that is left is hers or truly family memories.