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  • it’s cat time: the dramatic sequel (or, “the sun’ll come out tomorrow”)

    it’s cat time: the dramatic sequel (or, “the sun’ll come out tomorrow”)

    That’s a picture of sweet little orphan Annie about two days after I adopted her.  How about that li’l ragamuffin with the all-knowing owl eyes, like two brand-new polished marbles?  She’s now the floofiest, most spoiled little chonker (at the vet two Saturdays ago, the first thing the doc said was “She’s pudgy,” which hurt…

  • okay: it’s cat time.

    okay: it’s cat time.

    I’ve written about rehab, about ESL (which, truthfully, is going to go on forever), written about my bruised ass, written about the weather. But now, it’s time to write about Vancouver. And cats. Specifically, my cat.  It was exactly ten years ago, 2014 to be sure, and I was living in a ground-floor flat with my then-boyfriend, Charles,…

  • Eee-ess hell, part one of infinity

    Eee-ess hell, part one of infinity

    It’s time.  It’s due time that I finally tackle the topic of The Worst Decision I Have Ever Made In My Life.  And holy Christ dangling from the cross, have I done some weird stuff. Like, I mean– I’ve dropped acid probably a dozen times. As a highly-emotional and empathetic person, this caused sheer terror and…

  • Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Let’s get it out of the way: yes.  That is a very close-up picture of my right butt cheek, nearly two weeks after it landed with a most painful THWONK onto solid ice.  I tried to make the pic as bruise-centric as possible and not make it–y’know–a gratuitous picture of my ass.  It’s to show…

  • wealth and hellness (second part)

    wealth and hellness (second part)

    I have been keeping a journal (it just sounds more grown-up than “a diary”) since I was thirteen years old and have hung onto every last one of them, so naturally, this means that I have two giant suitcases crammed with various scrawled-in notebooks, ranging from cheap spiral-rings to fancy hardcover composition books I felt…

  • wealth and hellness (first part)

    wealth and hellness (first part)

    While I was briefly recalling COVID the other day, a lot of weird memories came back to me.**  I find this particularly odd, because I didn’t think I really had any memories of that first year and a half (March 2020 – fall 2021, the latter time being when I made some major adjustments to…

  • snowmen and airports

    snowmen and airports

    Mother Nature sure didn’t disappoint.   Went to bed last night and the city was bare; woke up earlier than usual to find everything covered in a fluffy, pristine, thick layer of snow.  There is honestly something magical when this happens, especially when it’s relatively new for your Pacific Northwest winter experiences.  I suppose this is…