ironymaiden: (dog)
we often joke about dogs' marking behavior as social media. Leela is a keyboard warrior - she's always quick with a reply. this morning she seemed to be ready to turn for home before we got coffee, but then she found another interesting thread in the park.

"ah, she's just doomscrolling now"

"doomstrolling!"

it's brisk

Jan. 12th, 2024 11:28 pm
ironymaiden: (snow)
The average January low in Seattle is 36F/2.2C. It's 18F/-7.8C right now. while it rarely gets terribly hot here (less rare these days, thanks climate change), we're considered to be the same growing region as Atlanta. most years we don't get a hard frost at all so this feels intense.

the dog loves it outside and doesn't want to come in. I own appropriate clothes but ow I hate when it hurts your sinuses to breathe the air.

yesterday's light snow didn't stick but there's ice everywhere. fortunately living by the hospitals means clean roads and sidewalks; our neighbor says that we also get the very highest level of service from the power company.

we took the last dog walk tonight as an excuse to make extra-rich hot chocolate with cream and peppermint syrup and sit by the fire.
ironymaiden: (internet!)

I ordered a leather pen case and then repented by fixing up the 2022 budget tracker.

It's financial experiment time: buying a home would be more than we pay in rent. If we set aside the difference between rent and a mortgage payment into savings every month, are we comfortable or scraping by? Anyway, we used to use this tracker and got out of the habit, I recommend it, very easy once it's set up. Budget tracker spreadsheet fed by Google form just put a shortcut to the form on your devices and fill when you spend money.

ironymaiden: (socket)
back in March we bought a box of costco outdoor lights. (If you're in the US, you know the ones, they look like a string of oblong incandescent bulbs but they're LEDs.) the other day I knocked off work "early" after staying up to support a launch in Europe, and we hung them on the balcony.
this being a rental, that involved spring clamps and zip ties. so I got to go to the industrial hardware for spring clamps, and C got to stand on a stool right up against the balcony railing while I held his belt.
I am well-pleased with the results. Next up, new flowers for the planters.

uninspired

Mar. 2nd, 2021 09:54 pm
ironymaiden: Animated gif of baby Groot and detonator (blow it up)

via [personal profile] buhrger:

  1. Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

    open, it's how you get to the bathroom

  2. Do You Have Freckles?

    on my nose and shoulders with the correct level of sun exposure

  3. Can You Whistle?

    no, and don't try to tell me how

  4. Last Song You Listened To.

    Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf

  5. Name Something That Relaxes You.

    massage

  6. What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

    the sound of my dog's ruff hair when she shakes, C's voice when he talks to me, rain

  7. What Do You Wear To Bed?

    the shirt that C wore during the day.

  8. Do You Sing In The Shower?

    sometimes

  9. What Books Are You Reading?

    currently some fluffy historical romance, can't remember the title/author - the family is Scottish, this one is about the horsey brother (the one with brother on the autism spectrum was pretty good, the artist brother one was a DNF). just finished the new T. Kingfisher Paladin book (yay). also reading C the occasional chapter of A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare before bed which is silly fun.

  10. Do You Believe In Magic?

    it's complicated

  11. Can You Curl Your Tongue?

    yes. it's pointed, i'm told that means i'm a demon

  12. Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

    yes

  13. Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

    Blackfish

  14. Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

    meh to both. peanuts i guess.

  15. Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

    yes, and it takes me a long time to become fully functional in the morning

snow day

Feb. 13th, 2021 11:30 am
ironymaiden: (snow)
we have at least six inches of snow and it's still coming down. i am supposed to be getting a haircut right now, but it's cancelled since for the most part anything that employs people who live outside walking distance is closed. visibility is at two blocks from home (i usually have a view of Queen Anne, one of the big hills to the south, and it's a wall of white today.)

morning dog walk was lovely. Seattle is being Seattle and the snowshoes and Nordic skis are out along with the sleds. so many happy snow dogs! Leela's coat is made for this weather - the snow sits lightly on the guard hairs of her coat - a quick shake and a brush of a towel and she's completely dry. she was very bouncy at first and then she realized snow above her knees was work and started to seek out the clearest paths.

fortunately our baristas do live here, so i am enjoying a practically perfect morning on the couch with C and professional coffee and fluffy blankets and opera on the radio - the classical station has been working through recordings of the Seattle production of the Ring (not from the year we saw it, but with the same Wotan). it's Götterdämmerung today and we had a little squee over a recitative reminding us of What's Opera, Doc?.
ironymaiden: (boid)
unfucking the apartment continues apace, and a highlight this week was that my favorite Hallmark movie was on while i was sorting through clothes.

in The Nine Lives of Christmas, Brandon Routh is a fireman/house flipper who rescues a marmalade cat and meets cute with a veterinary student/pet store employee. their cats fall in love, and then they do too. at Christmas, like you do.

i particularly like the other firemen and that the marmalade cat is named Ambrose. also there is no named adorable moppet and no one is giving up their hard-won career to move back to their hometown and hook up with their high school sweetheart. (had a realization in conversation tonight: while i'm horrified by that common storyline, it's a fantasy written for parents about their child coming home, staying close, and being happy about it.)

when i looked it up on IMDB, i discovered that it's based on a book. the book appears to be from the cat's POV. part of me wants to see if the library has it, but the rest of me rebelled after reading the excerpt.
ironymaiden: a trash dumpster with a happy face, on a background of sparkly stars. a fire is burning in the dumpster. (dumpsterfire)

some years we do lights and greens for solstice and some years we don't. i've not traced how the decision gets made but it's some calculus of mood/time/financial situation; this year i have Hallmark movies on tap and vacation time, so i was going to at least see if our old icicle lights still worked and string them on the balcony.

by the end of the day, i had:

  • cleaned the entire balcony

  • replaced the old and hung some new icicle lights

  • got some random star-shaped lights and hung them

  • made an electronics recycling plan

  • taken a load of propane canisters and empty spraypaint cans to household hazardous waste disposal

  • bought a tree and wreath

  • found my missing thimble

  • decorated wreath and tree

  • set up all the lights with timers

and C had vacuumed the living room carpet, vacuumed the couch (finding a lost stitch marker and a lost sock), and washed all the pillows and throws on the couch.

i probably would have done less with the balcony, and C wouldn't have touched the living room, but we had a string of party lights (the sort with round incandescent bulbs that are a little larger than a golf ball) clipped to the tops of the windows, which provide pleasant illumination if you hang out outside in the evening. unfortunately the clips failed when i gently moved the extension cord and five bulbs EXPLODED when they hit the floor, sending little shards of glass not only all over the balcony but in a spray into the living room because somehow i had left the door open. the good-ish news was that i had exactly enough bulbs from its previously damaged companion string to replace all the broken ones. anyway, everything on the balcony got swept and wiped down, and the dog was fortunately in another room.

the balcony (especially in cold weather) can end up storing things that we need out of the way or don't have a place for, like said household hazardous waste. so i did some research and got a car and we went on a little adventure to SODO and got rid of that shit.*

we had extra time left on the car, so we went to the Boy Scouts tree lot, ostensibly to look for a wreath but they didn't have any. i was able to sell C on getting a wee tree because Boy Scouts (and i think he secretly wanted one too). then it turned out the nearby store had a wreath.

what we didn't have, it turns out, is the tree stand. i have absolutely no idea where it went. i would be shocked if we got rid of it, it's just in the storage unit...somewhere. so the tree is in our large stock pot. at least i won't have to add water very often?

since we won't be hosting dinner this year, the tree is on the end of the table. it's very shiny and i do love the ornaments we've accumulated over the years. some are from my childhood, others we bought together, others gifts. every one of them has some memory or story attached.

*if i ever physically assault C, it will have been over something like the bag of empty propane tanks or the box of Darn Tough socks with holes in them that have not been sent for replacement. i'm still pretty shocked that "hey they're open again, want to go on an adventure?" worked yesterday because normally any suggestion that i resolve or help to resolve the situation turns into a fight.

ironymaiden: (Gir/piggy)
we have sigur rós route one on the tv. it's a real-time drive around Iceland taken on the summer solstice a few years ago, accompanied by a long-form piece that was generated from sound "stems" from one of their songs.

a member of [community profile] scans_daily designed a ridiculously huge crossword, which they are sharing for free. it's not my thing, but i thought crossword fans i know might be interested: ubercross
ironymaiden: (Default)
today started with taking some of [personal profile] philotera's possessions. most excitingly, pyrex graduated cylinders and a large (maybe 2L?) beaker. i'm looking forward to using them in my kitchen.

i also purchased one of her art pieces, an encaustic of California poppies. i need to figure out where it goes, but it is bright and cheerful and has the translucent depth of the medium.

i'm caught up on Picard and Clone Wars, and i've started the gusset increases on the sock i'm knitting, so a productive-enough day.

state of emergency declared here; the first (verified) COVID-19 death in the US was in a nearby town. i see my opportunity to go to a conference at the end of next month receding. our local drug store was sold out of hand sanitizer and face masks prior to the announcement.

i looked into DIY hand sanitizer: i found a sane recipe (you need 60% isopropyl alcohol in whatever you mix up) but the majority were put like 35 drops of essential oils into 2 oz of water. um, no. i think i'll skip irritating my skin and also failing to kill anything other than the lining of my nose. (seriously, these people who are worried about their skin and their children's safety are suggesting cinnamon oil. don't google pictures of cinnamon oil burns. *shudder*)
ironymaiden: a trash dumpster with a happy face, on a background of sparkly stars. a fire is burning in the dumpster. (dumpsterfire)
we had a work offsite this week, the second day of which started a half hour earlier than i usually arrive at the office. between that and class, i had a few short nights of sleep this week. and Friday is always a late night. but Saturday, Saturday i was going to be in bed before 10pm and sleep until i woke naturally.

well...C had a bout of vomiting. twice. so i helped out in the little ways one can, and sat and read to him from the bathroom floor while he was coming down from the first bout.

anyhoo, that turned before 10pm into before 1am. so i slept in today. and later this afternoon i napped. that was largely good except for the part where i haven't done any homework yet this weekend.

but it's a long weekend in the US! my office is closed so i have an extra day tomorrow...where i scheduled an eye appointment because it was a day where i could plausibly not look at a computer again while my eyes recovered from being dilated. *headdesk*
ironymaiden: a trash dumpster with a happy face, on a background of sparkly stars. a fire is burning in the dumpster. (dumpster fire)
I just wanted an excuse to use this new icon :)

One down

Dec. 11th, 2018 09:29 am
ironymaiden: (snow)
I lost the Little Drummer Boy Challenge today. On the shuttle to work, sung by Bob Seger.

I haven't been Whammed yet, but I think that's just less common in the US (Fairytale of New York doesn't really get radio play here either).
ironymaiden: (bondage)
I have so much to write about, but I have a release. I'm alive, both Dads are alive (for now) and I got to go paddling on Saturday. More later.
ironymaiden: (CxG triangles)
Craxy Ex-Girlfriend Live wasn't perfect - we were one of the dates without the amazing Donna Lynne Champlin - but it was pretty freaking great. they were clearly having a blast and it was a grand mix of low-fi "we just threw this together" and polish. the Moore was sold out (the show had to be moved to a larger venue after the Neptune sold out in ~one hour). waiting in line for GA seats was literally painful due to a freak hailstorm, but we got my favorite spot in the orchestra - peak of the rake, center center. perfect sightlines, great sound mix. since it was during passover, there was even a point where a big box of matzoh got shared around the theater. at the time we saw them, they didn't know if the show would be renewed or not. the tour could have been the last time they all got to hang out...but the renewal notice came through the next day. they will have a fourth and final season, and i think that's pretty much perfect.

i know that i say this over and over again, but seriously: CxG is on Netflix. give it a try. it's the best musical comedy about life with mental illness that you've ever seen.

* * *

Dad is settled into a transitional rehab place, and is walking with a walker every day. i've talked with him on the phone a few times. the pauses are still long, but he sounds better every time we talk. Mom doesn't have anyone with her right now, which makes me sad*, but things are way less scary. my cousin who lives near the facility Dad is in has really stepped up and i don't know how to thank her enough.


* * *

i've been tearing through the Throne of Glass books now that my library holds list has kicked in. (i am probably digging it because the protagonist is basically a D&D character that i would play.) i haven't enjoyed a fat fantasy novel this much for a long time. it's definitely violent, but i can't call it grimdark.





* now the top of my lottery fantasy list is immediately flying to PA, which is not something i ever thought i would say.
ironymaiden: (washington)
got on the elevator to walk the dog yesterday morning. a family from upstairs was already in the elevator.

parents are an interracial couple and the two kiddos are about knee high. the kids are chattering away in some language i can't quite place (and are very curious), mom is trying to corral them away from Leela (who wants nothing to do with them). we make cheerful small talk with the parents (in english) and get out of the elevator.

as we're leaving the larger child squees out:
"kawaii doggie!"

ah, nihonglish :D

mundanities

Jan. 5th, 2018 09:39 am
ironymaiden: (Default)
getting older, part eleventy: I hurt my back, probably by spending a day sewing for the first time in ages. I'm following the self-care instructions from my doctor's office and it's getting better but dammit i lost a night of sleep over it, probably because it's hard to change position while lying down. As the nurse noted while reviewing my chart, I'm really healthy, so this is upsetting me more than it would if it were routine. but it did force me to spend the day at home on C's birthday and that was ultimately quite nice.

meanwhile, my phone had been exhibiting signs of hardware failure. It's old enough that repair shops don't stock parts for it, but young enough that replacing (most of) its specs in a new phone is still around $500. but you know what's cheaper than a repair? buying the same model, new in box, on ebay. my only sadness is that I had to flash it with carrier firmware to get software updates. (yes, I could have rooted it or tried another firmware with Odin, but since my goal was to have an unchanged experience I'll live with the bloatware I know.) anyhoo, works fine. and the new one is gold, which I don't think was an option when I bought originally.
ironymaiden: (bitch)
I have a comically common name. My dentist's office has two of us. Between that and a retirement and remodel, our records are muddled.

Twice now I've gotten up early for a cleaning appointment, to be turned away. (I should feel glad, I guess. My doppelganger needs implants.) I really don't want to find a new dentist office, but they have one strike left.
ironymaiden: (bus)
I love the bus model with the blue interior and the single seats beside the
handy shelf over the wheel. Besides the copcetic seat, they have the best
interior lighting.

Do you have a favorite transit seat?

suck it

Jul. 7th, 2010 02:17 pm
ironymaiden: (fruity oaty bar!)
that mysterious plastic smell at [livejournal.com profile] mimerki's birthday party was our hassock fan. (it's gone now, but it was at least 15 and more likely 20 years old, so it had a good run.)

we bought a new fan last night. i bet there won't be any left on the shelves today.

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