These, especially the big one on my right arm, hurt. A lot. Which is only to be expected, considering the complexity and placement. Gotta click through…
Quite a lot of unhappy stuff has happened just recently, nationally – stuff that I’ve been reluctant to comment on for various reasons – but I have reactions to them that I’d like to get out there. Continue reading
Twenty years ago on May 20th, I married my best friend. I’m happy to say that she’s still my best friend, and the best person I have ever known. And I love her more than I ever have. We’re even still married!
So, Patrice, here’s to another twenty-plus years together – I love you!
… and I’m in a bit of a writing mood.
Stuff and Things have been happening. Most of it good, some of it irritating or plain not fun.
In no particular order:
The convention I helped run back in March? – I went pretty well, actually. I’ve signed on again for next year, on the programming staff, again. We’ve not gotten any confirmation on our guests for next year, unfortunately.
My art show came down on January 6; I did sell one piece (I need to poke the owner to collect it – it’s been a while).
My Mum is getting worse. She had to sign an agreement to moderate her behavior in the assisted living facility that she lives in to avoid getting evicted. She’s been verbally abusive to, well, everyone (picking fights, too), and her short-term memory is effectively non-existent; the kicker here is that both the director and assistant director of the facility think she’s faking it. I can’t see it – if she is, she has both me & my oldest brother (who’s doing all the legwork as he lives nearby her) completely fooled. Plans are in effect to get her some more help and to find a new place for her, as we think it’s just a matter of time before she goes off the rails again and gets booted out. This stuff is pretty hard for me, especially as I’m not near enough to help – and my brother has his own moderate to severe medical issues to deal with, not to mention his bio mom and stepfather’s aging and such. Feh.
I am also dealing with a severe case of artist’s block. I can seem to get anything down in ink that I’m happy with, at all. Still working on that, but hopefully I’ll be able to break through it sooner, rather than later.
Work is going well; there are interesting things happening – the company that’s owned us for seven years just sold us… …to one of our biggest competitors. The shake out of that ought to be interesting. I’m still enjoying working there, and I got my raise at the beginning of the month ; not a huge amount, but every bit helps, as we have a rather unfortunate and large tax debt this year; the good thing is it’ll be paid off around next January.
My health is getting better. I’m still working out, and as of the coming week, I’ll be going to the gym three times a week, rather than two. I’ve lost a bunch of weight while putting on some significant muscle, and my health numbers (BP, sugars, etc) are looking very good. I’m going to try very hard to get to more contra dances this year as well.
My wonderful wife is fully employed – no longer an independent consultant (and thus avoiding having the tax problem from last year repeat itself), but a FTE for her company. She is still traveling for work, but next week will be her last in Georgia, and then she’ll be starting Sunday-Thursday at a hospital in Ohio.
My other sweeties are all doing pretty well; some of my friends are not, and I’m trying to help when and as I can (though in many cases, there’s not much I can do, other than be a cheerleader).
Basically, life is pretty good.
If, by some chance, I have offended you/pissed you off/made you uncomfortable at some point, it would be best to actually tell me so, in a timely fashion. I am not perfect, I make mistakes, but I sure as hell do not want to hear about them a year later, sans details, from a third party. It tends to piss me off rather a lot, and I’m far less likely to listen to the complaint.
I’ve been seeing a disturbing thing lately. In many of the #BlackLivesMatter posts I’ve seen around the net, there has been a lot of answering responses that “all lives matter”. Mostly, so far as I can tell, these responses are from white people. And while all lives do matter, it is completely beside the damn point. If your skin isn’t dark, they you are really not at risk from police brutality in the U.S. – and you are never going to know what it feels like to be in that situation. By all means participate, but keep in mind, this discussion isn’t about you, so please stop trying to make it about you.
I’m home sick. I’ve been sick all week. The Rainpocalypse is coming (supposedly the worst storm here since 2007). Because I’m sick, my wife and I are missing the Richard Thompson concert across the Bay tonight (she has declined to go without me). I worked from home Monday and today – attempted to work at the office yesterday (I even had to cancel my workout – bleh). So, in light of that, I just uploaded my pics from the San Francisco International Auto Show from two Saturdays back (I went with my sweetie T) – I mostly took pics of restored old cars and a few custom hot rods. Enjoy!
As with last year, I’m on-call for work today, from 6am to 6am tomorrow morning, and like last year, all is quiet. I’m having a very nice day, spending it with my wife and brother and cat. My brother made it known that he wanted to cook today, and so we obliged; he’s making what smells to be an absolutely delicious Chicken Satay, with which we’ll be having an herbed version of Kasha Varnishkas, a quick-fry sauté of green beans, pea shoots and sage leaves with garlic, and garlic bread. Everyone in the household is relaxed and mellow. Our families are doing well enough, and most of my friends appear to be enjoying themselves (from the few posts else-net I’ve seen).
I hope all of you have a great time today and for the rest of the weekend!
I cannot accept the #Ferguson grand jury’s decision not to indict Officer Darren Wilson. I can’t condone the violent protests there, but neither can I condemn them. I think to myself, “what if the cops were going after Jewish men & boys?” (I’m Jewish, for the record).
Where can you go for justice if the society you live in denies you that justice? How can anyone reasonably expect calm on the part of the protestors under these circumstances? I just hope no one else dies as a result.