ironymaiden: (yarncore)
Leela lurves fibery toys. her favorite is a wet felted wool number that we used to call "fuchsia infinity" but has been tugged and chewed and loved into "fuchsia snake". carrying a woolly toy on walks is the key to breaking her concentration when she is denied prey (goddammit outdoor cats) or play (that other dog is across a busy street). last year I made an attempt at knitting up interlocking rings that could be worn over my wrist. they were great except for the part where they were overstuffed and under felted so they came apart fast.*

anyhoo, I have a couple Noro rainbow rolls , which are them selling the precursor to yarn - it's drafted into a thin strip of roving, ready for twist to be added. (I thought it would be fun to finish it as a chain ply, but it's behind another project that's on the wheel.) many of their sample projects are felted, so I decided to let myself use my fancy/expensive materials to make a thing I might use every day.

process and before photos )
toy is super-light, springy, and so far strong enough for tug. Leela digs it.

*I made them from absolutely terrible yarn that was the result of a well-intentioned gift of fiber that was not really fit for spinning. or at least I never figured out how to make it work.

**not dog toys. we have a can of them for drying down-filled items in the dryer.
ironymaiden: (chinstrap)
  • i knit a dog toy out of fancy pencil roving. i am happy about how pretty the colors are (it's why i bought the roving originally) and i'm happy anticipating the fun times i'll have with Leela. i'm also pleased that i was able to get over myself and use the roving instead of hoarding it against some "more worthy" project.

  • i gave some AU Marvel/AU Potterverse crossover fanfic a try, and it was delightful. someone in my circle recommended it, and i left it unread in an open tab for days. thanks! Every Little Thing He Does Is, featuring Steve Rogers the auror, adventure, fixit for the Wizarding world in the US, lots of Marvel nerdery, and a sweet PG romance.

  • if you are an American woman of a certain age, Oprah Winfrey is a presence in your life (whether you want her there or not). The Oprah Winfrey show is thirty years old now, and WBEZ Chicago did an excellent series of podcasts about the show and its impact on American culture. it was completely absorbing on a day when i really needed to get my brain to shut up. Making Oprah

  • this rare SFW Oglaf comic

  • i've been reading Code Name Verity to C before bed. he's well and truly hooked, and he's caught on to spoilery things well before i did when i read it. it's such a pleasure listening to him try to puzzle it out.
  • ironymaiden: (DW friends)
    1. How did you name your pets?
    There was some research done on dog names that suggested that they best understand two syllables with a vowel sound at the end. So we start there. Then no duplication with friends, family, or their pets. Must be spelled such that a vet office or stranger reading the collar tag can pronounce it.
    after that, it's what is pleasant to say and/or meaningful to us. I've written a longer bit about naming our current dog previously, I'll try to link it. Leela (Sevateem, not Turanga) is just right.

    2. Poirot or Miss Marpel?
    Brother Cadfael.

    3. Do you have a FB account too?
    yeah. Facebook is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. I don’t browse it anymore. My friends have instructions to earburn me if they want me to see a thing.

    4. Books - hardcover or paperback
    books! Paperback or ebook; hardcovers are inappropriate for my lifestyle. I like hardcover for reference and game books.

    5. Mobile(cell phone): Windows/Android or Apple?
    The question is poorly formatted, Windows Phone and Android are separate operating systems. /pedant
    Android. I had an iPhone but then they got too big to fit in my pocket.

    Questions from [community profile] thefridayfive
    ironymaiden: (dog)
    originally C was supposed to be home for two weeks. but the treatment schedule opened up a bit, so we pushed his flight out a week - which meant that we could get in some camping.

    prior to the whole cancer thing, our plan for the summer was to go camping as much as we could and get Leela used to the idea (or determine that it was never going to work) before our annual trip in July.

    realizations and a change of plans )

    on Saturday we got up, went out for coffee, and once C's breakfast had settled, he was willing and we were off. Leela doesn't love the car. i had given her some benadryl to make her a little drowsy, and rode in the back seat with her. she proceeded to drool copiously in a way i had never seen. like, soaking my pants copiously. i spread my flannel on my lap to help sop it up, which was good, since it caught the vomit :/

    after puking, Leela felt much better and lay down for the rest of the ride. fortunately, dog vomit is basically scentless, so i just had to keep from spilling until we arrived. after that, pretty much everything was fine.

    Dash Point
    feels surprisingly isolated for being on the edge of Federal Way and under a flight path to SeaTac. the park has a salmon stream and a pleasant hiking trail along it through a second growth forest, from the campground to its outlet on a Puget Sound beach. we saw rabbits, and ate the occasional salmonberry, and Leela splashed in the stream. the sound, well, that was a step too far. (we didn't go down early enough for the minus tide.) there were wee six or eight inch waves. Leela could see that other dogs were playing in the water, and she would run up to the edge, but then THE WATER MOVED and that was not okay. i guess if the waves came up past my knees i would be a bit wary too.

    we made steaks and baked potatoes with the campfire, and generally chilled out. between the tree cover and being relatively close to the shore we had steady cool breezes and as long as we stayed out of the sun the temperature was great. Leela slept pretty well in the tent, although she did alert a couple times during the night. (placid Molly did that too, so i feel pretty okay about that.) the important thing is that she didn't flip out every time someone walked by the campsite. she didn't mind being on a run (we attach an elastic lead to climbing cord run between a couple trees; leashes are the law). she totally loved walking in the woods, and picked up on the campsite being "home" immediately.

    C did okay too. it was definitely not-NH.

    the campground was busy, mostly families. i was delighted that it was only maybe 50 or 60 percent white people, and not all of those white people were speaking English. ditto the day use side of the park with the beach. parks are for everyone <3 <3 <3

    the only problem heading home was that when we parked the car, Leela didn't really want to get out. eventually i had to pick her up, which is hysterical because she sticks all four legs out as far as she can, like some kind of deformed starfish. still, it was pretty easy. we can do this again.

    *there was filming going on a few tables over, seemed to be people in the music business telling anecdotes. didn't recognize anyone, wasn't going to get in their way to find out. we live in a city, motherfuckers.
    ironymaiden: (fuck it)
    on Thursday, i had ice cream for dinner.

    i had a draft post about how well my routine has been working, that Leela super-loves daycare, that i miss C but everything is suprisingly okay.

    this is all still true.


    Wednesday night [ profile] buhrger and [ profile] butterflydrming met Leela for the first time. and she would not calm the fuck down. she just stood under the table and made her siren noise: roorooroorooroo. i took turns with [ profile] mimerki sitting on the floor with her. she does react to new people entering the house, but it has always subsided quickly. not this night. she stopped being noisy eventually, but it was easy to set her off again and i had no idea why (other than the basic "you people aren't C, get out and send C in").*

    that night she woke me up repeatedly with these horrible gagging noises. and i'd swim up enough to think that i needed to get her to the emergency vet, and then she would curl up and fall fast asleep, breathing normally. so we stumbled along until the regular vet opened in the morning, and they did a phone consult and assured me that nothing life-threatening was going on and they could see her Friday. having slept for shit, i called off and kept her home, where she eventually started to hawk up phlegm. so yeah, the vet saw her and confirmed that she has kennel cough (basically a doggie cold) and she'll get over it on her own. but she's very contagious, so she really shouldn't interact with other dogs for 10 days.

    no daycare. no playing with her neighborhood friends. oof.

    since she's so skittish with people, i can't have a dog walker come in. i need to figure out this weekend how to plan my work schedule. the next couple weeks are also the viaduct closure (traffic doom in downtown Seattle) so traveling between home and the office will have additional challenges. i think i'll probably just do shorter office days and log on from home in the evenings.

    D starts weekly radiation soon, on top of the chemo. i told C about the dog drama (because in his position i would have wanted to know) and the dumbass told his mom. therefore D, who is retired but will never stop being a cop, has figured out that not everything is okay here and is fretting about disrupting our lives and making noises about how C doesn't have to stay.

    i want to yell at him for that.

    but i understand. i want people in my life to understand that stuff is happening, but that i also need to be treated mostly like i am a normal person on a normal day and not some fragile glass thing. i got a haircut this week, and my stylist V who i love for NOT being an incessant small-talker and cutting my hair in a businesslike fashion while i sit quietly and enjoy having her hands on my head, asked how i was doing...and i told her. she then talked about cancer stuff the entire time. which was really very sweet. but what i want when i see people is to NOT talk about cancer or how living without C feels like a rehearsal for life after he dies.

    it's like wearing a backpack. the weight is distributed pretty well and my conditioning gets better all the time. some days it feels heavier than other days. this week i had to rebalance the load. i'd say that eventually i will get to take it off, but the truth is that it's only the weight and how well it's fitted that changes. everyone is carrying their stuff all day every day.

    it's a beautiful day. i'm going to go see the sounders probably lose. My hair is cute, Leela's coughing less and less, The Blue Sword came out as an ebook, and last night pirate A brought me Twizzlers. i am, in spite of everything else, reasonably happy.

    *i wish it worked that way. if yelling at everyone who enters the apartment would magically produce C, i would do it too.
    ironymaiden: (boid)
    [ profile] scarlettina asked me five questions. the answers are below. if you would like five questions (and to perpetuate the best meme), let me know in comments. if you have comments about my answers, let me know in comments. in general, commenting is encouraged all around.

    1. You were without a dog for about a year before Leela joined the household. What's the hardest thing about not having a dog?

    2. ...i really choked on this one. maybe the answer is "having had a dog". we clearly survived somehow before. but we gained a great deal that we didn't entirely know we were missing. mental health stuff mostly. dog *is dog* and makes you feel good just by being around. dog makes you exercise. dog makes you put on pants and talk to your neighbors. dog provides an external focus for anxiety.

    3. You and C haven't taken a big trip in a while. If you could go anywhere and money were no object, where would you go?

    4. space. the ISS would be good enough. (IIRC the Russians aren't doing this anymore.)

      my other powerball fantasy is a cruise around the world. i collected some huge brochures for it about ten years ago. this actually exists, including a trip through the Panama canal. it takes a year. you can bring your dog.

    5. As a knitter, what's your favorite wool to work with and why? Is that a question it's even possible to answer?

    6. favorite wool is more of a spinner question, i think. but my answer is similar - i like wool that is more bouncy and elastic than drapey. i don't have a firm answer yet; i like wool that is related to Downs or Merino (this covers a lot of sheep breeds) better than something like Wendsleydale or Icelandic. (that said, i have a bunch of breed-specific samples to try. i could be wrong. i like exploring this stuff.)

    7. For so many of us, the life we have isn't the life we expected or planned for. If you were living that life, what would it look like?

    8. which one? there have been several. the husband and dog and city of moderate size were always in the plan. the expected life for a very long time included having children. the planned for life (the aspirational life, let's be clear) would be approximately Kurt Beattie - artistic director at a respected regional theatre of moderate size.

    9. Two part question: Is there a Star Trek character you admire most and if so why? If you were a Star Trek character, which would you be? Would they be the same one?

    10. no. "admire" is a word that i only apply to real-life people. i can say that of the Star Trek actors i most admire Patrick Stewart, both for his body of work (Royal Shakespeare Company did several teaching videos that i studied in college) and his charitable causes which include domestic violence and PTSD. honorary mention to Wil Wheaton, who i loathed on the show, but figured out how to create a life on his own terms and a steady income (all while dealing with anxiety and being open about that).
      i'd be Bones - influential and trusted, in charge of his own domain, but not interested in being in charge of all the things. he's brave when needed, occasionally quippy, and can't help saying what he's thinking or at least showing it on his face.
    ironymaiden: (the world is awesome)

    • i'm in love with The Great British Bake Off. (that's "The Great British Baking Show" to PBS viewers. no links, wikipedia and pretty much everything else online is full of spoilers.) if you loved the Japanese Iron Chef for its combination of food porn and a window into another culture, and you also enjoy the human interest segments during the Olympics, then you just might love this show. (they even have little segments where they visit food historians! food. historians.) yes, it's reality tv where there are challenges and people get eliminated. but it's a clean competition - no inducing of conflict, no creation of rivalries or villains, no nasty judges. the people competing actually cheer for each other and help each other along.* they hug the people who get eliminated at the end of the episode. one of the judges totally teared up talking about the awesomeness of the 2015 winner. it is sweet and soothing comfort tv. the 2014 season is on Netflix and Amazon Prime.

  • this gif of a penguin being tickled
  • this article about livestock protector dogs keeping fairy penguins safe from predation
  • C has been listening to Rivers of London books on audiobook, so i can finally burble at him about them! (he's only a couple in, so that one thing hasn't happened yet and it's killing me.) these might be books that the [ profile] buhrger would like? for me they scratch the same itch as the Laundry.
  • today is Tuesday. for some reason, i was convinced that it was Thursday,and cubemate B believed that it was Friday. we have been making jokes about this all day. meanwhile, cubemate J is really excited about the computer he's building for himself, and is going to make an alicorn mod for the case. i am pretty thoroughly delighted that a guy who is older than me and really into sports is also unabashedly into Twilight Sparkle.

  • also, i have a dog. she is energetic and exasperating and ridiculously cute and affectionate. dog.

    *i don't recommend any of the regional clones that i've tried. there's something very specific about Brit culture plus these judgesand these hosts. GBBO is where it's at.

    *is dog*

    Nov. 28th, 2015 09:28 am
    ironymaiden: (chinstrap)
    ironymaiden: (washington)
    I had a Very Seattle dog walk yesterday.

    We were in a part of the neighborhood where most yards are behind a retaining wall a few feet above street level. Leela had sighted a squirrel on the wall, and i was letting her run back and forth at the end of the leash (it's very efficient exercise - i act as a fulcrum, the dog rapidly multiplies distance traveled). Somewhere in there i put a foot wrong and went sprawling, took the skin off of the heel of my left hand, and terrified the dog.

    1. squirrel on retaining wall

    2. heaved and broken sidewalk with secret patch of slick mud hidden by drifted leaves

    3. capable team of passerby who lifted me up, produced water to wash my wounds, took control of the dog and soothed her, then busted out their large first aid kit and disinfected and bandaged my hand.


    The rest of the walk passed without incident and when i got home to do a thorough clean and trim off dangly skin, i was sad that i had to take off bandages that were way nicer than the ones i had at home.
    ironymaiden: (pie!)
    i found out i had a couple more days of PTO left than i thought...just in time to break a tooth. so i took Wednesday off, but it included a dentist appointment, and there will be more dentistry in the coming week. feeling glad for magical spare time off and my pleasant dentist and the fact that i'm not currently in pain and could eat my Thanksgiving dinner just fine.

    we had a nice afternoon/evening yesterday with friends, wherein we ate too much food and watched a bunch of Thanksgiving tv (Buffy, Friends, How I Met Your Mother) and Leela was a good girl the entire time. she basically had a dozen people worshipping her, and she loved it. (she would have loved it more if we didn't have to ride in a car. she doesn't get sick, but it takes coaxing to get her in, and she shakes a bit.)

    every day with Leela is pretty much amazing. i'm still dealing with the fact that she isn't Molly, but it's a good pain. she is learning so fast: dropping the ball to get us to throw it again, how to jump on the bed, sitting inside the elevator, coming when her name is called. she will merrily nose a treat-dispensing ball all over the apartment.

    she isn't a perfect angel: we've been keeping chewables out of her reach since she has already nommed my bootlaces and the carpet fringe, and she hasn't been left alone for more than five or ten minutes yet. i'm positive that we can't leave the garbage bag sitting in the kitchen before we take it out like we used to with Molly :D

    she adores other dogs and they seem to like her too, but this means that she wants to greet every dog she sees, even if they are across the street or in the middle of pooping. she hunts rats and squirrels, but doesn't seem to have figured out that squirrels escape upward. we had to get a safety light for her harness since she's nearly invisible at night.

    we start a training class in December. Leela has a natural "shake" and i'm pretty sure we'll be able to get a "high five" too. those will probably be easier than "down" and "stay" and "leave it".
    ironymaiden: (red)
    [ profile] buhrger asked me five questions. if you would like me to ask you five questions, request them in a comment, then post with the same offer so that the best meme may roll on.

    1.if ten-years-ago you saw your current level of engagement with Sounders FC/MLS, how surprised would she have been? (asking because ten-years-ago me would have been a little surprised.)

    i think she would be more shocked that i could afford to be a season ticket holder than anything else. but perhaps sad that i couldn't escape sports - in 2005 i didn't have to know anything or pretend to care about any sports. the only time i saw any game of any kind was [ profile] southplains's annual Super Bowl party.

    but there's also a certain inevitablilty. my family has always watched sports. while i never was thoroughly passionate about any of them, i always liked the in-stadium experience of football and basketball (and to a lesser extent, baseball).* my brothers played football when they were in highschool (and i was a charming toddler). my family had Penn State football tickets. i was in marching band, which meant that i was at all the football games when i was in high school. i always loved the crowd dynamic and anything involving singing or call and response.

    there is part of me that is hardwired to love night games in crisp cool weather. the boiling hot summer day games? 2015 me is still surprised that i can stand that. you have a memory of first realizing that you are a dog person? or has it always been part of you?

    no. there have always been dogs, or an aching hole where the dog should be.

    i have no memory of learning to love dogs. (my father had a well-trained black Lab when he married mom. so when i was born, Buck was already there.) i have memories of being told to be more careful, that not every strange dog is my friend. i also remember a time when mom suggested that i give the dog some of the cookie i was eating: i held it out and let the dog take a bite, then i finished it. no dog ever bit me (other than puppy nips) or chased me or gave me a bad experience (other than dying in my presence). in this i'm pretty lucky since i accidentally mostly did things right - i only really started researching the science of dog body language and behavior when we were ramping up to adopting Molly.

    3.if, for reasons of notional security, you were required to move out of ballard to some place on the east side (the horrors!) where would you go? money is no object. notional security, yunno.

    security? like, i'm building a fortress? The Snoqualmie Tunnel as a starter tunnel for my hollow mountain fortress. it has two defensible access points and a lovely view. (hey, we should do that hike some August.)

    4.regarding star wars the force awakens, where do you fall on the spectrum from "SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY" to "it better not suck"? (to, i suppose, "i'm not even going to bother")

    i fall solidly in "i've been hurt before". C and i occasionally say "hey, we should buy tickets for that sometime" and then we fail to go order them. i have avoided most spoiler chatter and i suppose i will need to see it before Christmas if i want to visit the internet. Pirates A and E are passionate about it and we *are* playing the Star Wars RPG right now, so it's more of a social obligation than an actual desire at this point. i don't need more Star Wars at all, but it would be nice for it to be good.

    5.while we both read charlie stross, we seem to prefer different books of his. which are your favourites, and which are your least favourites?

    favorites are the Laundry books, but i think they're most successful as shorter stories. so i love The Atrocity Archives, and the short about working over Christmas, and the short with the unicorns.

    i adored the start of the Merchant books, but for me they fell off the rails when <redacted /> died and i think i gave it one book after that and then walked away.

    i liked Singularity Sky.

    thought the ones with the crime in the MMORPG were already dated when they were published and terribly twee. "Web 3.14" *rolls eyes*

    loathed Accelerando. the reviews were so good, and then it turned out to be a collection of short stories that i didn't like when i read them the first time in their magazine publication. (i was really into reading short fiction magazines at the right time.)

    *hockey was something i watched on tv sometimes. i think Penn State had an ice rink? i know i tried ice skating indoors approximately once somewhere and my ankles were too weak to function. i actually had an Edmonton sweatshirt at one point - it was in a bargain bin and i loved the colors. i had a passing interest in the Pittsburgh Penguins, who were very very good when i was in high school - i loved the mouth-feel of saying Jaromir Jagr (for the uninitiated, it sounds like yommer yagger. yommer yagger yommer yagger yommer yagger!)
    ironymaiden: (bunnies)
    Yesterday was a a good day. Morning: Knitfit. Afternoon: Dog & a nice second lunch. Evening: silly movie and snuggles.

    I bombed through the marketplace at 8:30 and got everything on my list, plus one little treat for [ profile] mimerki. I even got to nerd out over SIFF with Ilga and Mike from Edgewood Gardens.

    my class was on on ergonomics for knitters. Great stuff. Alas, the big takeaway is that knitting requires us to do some bad things. The best way i can help is to not harm myself while using the computer. (And sit well. I need a better chair.)

    C picked me up outside and I snarfed down a bag of Dick's as we drove to Kent. this rescue partners with a kennel there. The lady at the kennel was great.* We got to take the dog for a walk, play a bit, and do a greet with another dog. Everything went well. She's energetic but gentle, not fearful, and interested in people. She's beautiful. Smaller than our ideal**, for sure. But not too small. she feels like a plush toy. (If Molly was a Gund, this one is more of a Steiff.) Her dog-dog socialization is actually pretty great. We said yes and we're prepping the house. It isn't real until we get possession, but it's the closest we've been. I floated through the rest of the afternoon.

    we had some extra time left on the car, so we went to Chinook's and got second lunch (first for C) and hot drinks and watched the rain fall on the fishing fleet.

    later we collapsed on the couch and watched Jupiter Ascending. there was so much cool shit there packed into too little time with no character development and unbalanced exposition. Imagine if the entirety of The Matrix was smooshed into the first 40 minutes of a 2 hour film containing all of the content from the trilogy - but without shortening any action sequences. it could have been a really fun space opera book.

    As it was? My inner 10 year old thinks the flying werewolf space boyfriend is cool, but she would have stopped cleaning toilets.

    *being backstage at the kennel made me sad. shelters in Western Washington are either cheerful and shiny or kind of clinical. this was scruffier, older. kind of the difference between a community center and in-home daycare.

    ** she's from Korea - rejected by a meat rancher because her carcass would be too small. she looks like an oversized Shiba Inu.
    ironymaiden: (hate-lust)
    i feel like we have been looking for a dog FOREVER. however, eljay tells me that we've only been approved by the Aussie rescue for a month. (of course, we started looking before that, but still, it's not a tremendous amount of time in the scheme of things.)

    Monday, they emailed us about a dog coming into the system. a female, younger than we intended, but C was willing to step up with training and make it work. we said YES.

    i went off and researched developmental stages, and the class schedules for our dog school. i dithered over making any plans for the next couple weekends because i might need to be ready to travel for pickup or stay home and bond.

    i've been alternately anxious and euphoric all week. all communication from me to C is punctuated with "dog". (i assume our chatlogs look like there's a badly programmed bot in there.)


    today, the current owner is no longer so sure she wants to surrender.

    i'm starting to get superstitious that i shouldn't tell anyone that we've got a prospect, since every time i tell someone, we fail.

    OTOH, so far we fail every time, so there's no magic here. just failure.

    right one will show up, blah blah blah. it still hurts.

    at least i'm working from home today (Thanks, Obama) so i can burn some frustration by cleaning and doing this.
    ironymaiden: (bunnies)
    home visit, passed. apparently she just chatted with C about dogs. no concerns about our living situation, willing to match us with an active dog. best thing: they have shelters that just call them when they have an Aussie come in. no racing the clock. apparently that's the secret handshake we were wishing for.

    no, they do not have a perfect dog for us right now. but they will email us as they come in.

    [hope intensifies]

    dog update

    Aug. 30th, 2015 11:55 am
    ironymaiden: (hate-lust)
    we've started applying for breed rescues that were components of Molly. the Australian Shepherd folks have contacted our references and are conducting a home visit on Tuesday. i am trying to keep my excitement at a dull roar.

    C is more particular than i am. i prefer a female, he doesn't want to consider males *at all*. he wants 2-4 years old, i'm willing to look at 1-5. he's the primary caregiver, so i need to suck it up.

    ironymaiden: (waiting)
    i pledge to write more on lj every time I complain about facebook and/ or G+.

    there's a lot of Russian spam today)

    Anyway... i do not have a new dog. Four solid potentials, all claimed by 2 people each ahead of us. We kind of fell into Molly, so i wasn't mentally or emotionally prepared to deal with the cutthroat pace of the shelter this time. dogs go before they get listed on the website. They go the day they hit the floor. this is great and amazing. this is really complex and exhausting and expensive if you don't live near a shelter. it's not possible to place a hold until you've met the dog. this is reasonable for many reasons; it would be great if one of us worked nearby and could pop in at lunchtime every day.

    i think we're going to have to start filling out rescue applications. i'd been avoiding this due to there being a lot of..fanaticism...about what constitutes a good home for a dog. many of them won't talk to you at all if you don't own a house with a fenced yard. *sigh* i literally have years of data proving how much exercise molly got, how many hours she spent on walks and the mileage. it's pretty much impossible for an unsupervised dog to escape from my place. ditto being stolen. my dog will never be expected to entertain herself or be tied out alone.

    this is all a big deal to me emotionally. [ profile] e_bourne calls it pregnant-with-dog, and that's the best thing that i can liken it to, the madness of desire for parenthood and the way it stains your thinking about every aspect of your life. (oh, that's how people feel about babies! every so often i get another confirmation that it was wise to not have children; i have zero longing. i hope to be more understanding in the future - i support other people being parents, but i haven't been able to "get" the way women can narrow their focus to that one goal.) i didn't sleep well Thursday night, i went home and cried on Friday, and i apologize to everyone I've bored in person with nattering on about website searches and shelters.

    meanwhile, we've been cleaning and taming the household. we let things pile up as Molly's health deteriorated. this week we installed shelves in our storage unit, C organized his miniatures, and i bought and assembled underbed drawers. taking control over things we can control helps. i've been spinning. i think I'll dye some fiber tonight.

    the dog stuff we kept is out of storage. there's a new box for toys. there's a new leash, and i designed and sewed up a new holder for poo bags. i haven't sewed much for a long time. (that's what i did when there was no dog last week.) assuming i ever get to field test it, i'll write up the pattern.

    everything comes back to the dog.
    ironymaiden: (red)
    i've been wanting to write more here, but March was a very bad month. April is much better.


    i generally stay away from the entertainment media cycle, but i do like to indulge in the NPR podcast Pop Culture Happy Hour. it's a bunch of smart people talking about movies and books and whatnot. i don't always agree with them, but they are entertaining and occasionally turn me onto something new.

    my favorite bit is that they always wrap up with "Things that are making me happy this week".

    ...which is how i ended up watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. the linked review captures most of it, but might be misleading in that we are never laughing *at* Kimmy - we are laughing *with* her as she delights in subway rides and discovering how an automatic faucet sensor works. there's also a thread of profound rage underneath her efforts to win by living well. i don't think that the later episodes work as well as the early ones, but i do think that they're set up well for the second season.

    it was exactly the thing i needed at the moment i needed it.* the earworm theme song has become a bit of a mantra for me.

    i relocated to a new desk at work. so far, it's good. i get more sun, i'm beside a whiteboard, people can get to me easily, but i'm not on the highway to a popular meeting room. i'm surrounded by developers, who are mostly quiet and focused - unless you want to know Cheryl's birthday. logic problem is to programmer as cardboard box is to cat.

    Norwescon was restorative and good. we decided to take it easy and enjoy being away from home. i went to a lot of science panels, and we spent Saturday night lolling in the hotel room eating room service and watching soccer on tv. i bid on and won a piece from the artist guest of honor. i knit 2/3 of a sock.

    i've seen three episodes of Daredevil so far. i'm pleased. it's kind of odd to be going to the television format for more realistic violence, but okay. (i love that i watched a blood-spattered superhero show with a bunch of women while knitting and eating vegetarian stew over polenta.)

    i finally got to make up a cancelled happy hour date with [ profile] scarlettina. C and i spent nerd night out with [ profile] samildanach and [ profile] joyful_storm. i helped knitta P find a graceful way to end her shawl with the yarn she had left. my Exalted character assassinated someone. we're officially debt-free (again). C landed a long-term game writing contract and got to tell his technical editing gig to fuck off. i made [ profile] mimerki watch all of Raising Arizona. i got [ profile] buhrger hugs and played games. there are a bunch of other plans in the works.

    April. i don't want to jinx anything, but it's looking better.

    *and i watched the first episode on my phone while stuck on the bus home during the fish truck trafficpocalypse because i live in the future.
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    Ghlaghghee passed away in her sleep.

    it always hits me when pets go. even pets i only knew on the internet.


    Molly has been cuddly and energetic and very much herself this week. i hug her a lot, she tolerates it like the saint she is. she's been spending more time up on the bed, but she's also leaping up without an assist, so i feel good enough about the state of her that i can be charmed by how the spot where they shaved for her IV makes it look like she's wearing a little Ugg boot. (seriously, her leg is so wee without all the fluffy hair.)


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