July 27th, 2017
musesfool: christina hendricks (they would topple empires)
posted by [personal profile] musesfool at 10:45am on 27/07/2017 under ,
I've been here since 7:45 this morning because of ~reasons I'm too tired to get into in detail but are more of the same annoying song.

Now that I'm back to looking at places, I've started looking at furniture again, and right now, all the apartments are painted white, so there's no background to match, so I've expanded my color horizons just a little (I was mostly looking at gray or sage green for sofas previously, and gosh are there some lovely gray sofas so I wouldn't count it totally out) and since blue is my favorite color, there are things like this, this, this, and this to admire, not to mention this if I had an unlimited budget (which I sadly do not).

I also have always liked the beach bungalow look, and this sort of stripey thing appeals to that sensibility.

But then I thought, why limit myself? Maybe I want an orange sofa! And I mostly am not into leather furniture, but the lived in look of this sofa is very appealing to me.

Otoh, I can also have walls painted once I've moved into a place, so I could do an accent wall as necessary (both the apartments that were removed from my list yesterday had beautiful blue accent walls in the living room), and have whatever color scheme I choose, so who knows what will happen!

Probably not red though. I've had a red sofa and chair for fifteen years. I'm ready for something new.

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Music:: The Church of What's Happening Now - Sia
Mood:: 'awake' awake
July 26th, 2017
mme_hardy: White rose (Default)
posted by [personal profile] mme_hardy at 10:28pm on 26/07/2017
because he didn't understand why there were tears rolling down.

mirabile: (Saguaro Sunset)
posted by [personal profile] mirabile at 08:34pm on 26/07/2017 under
Hurray, the electrician came! And he worked really hard and charged less than his estimate! We like him, so so much more than the electrician our contractor had hired. We have already started another list of things for him to do -- in about a year or so. Tomorrow our contractor will be back and theoretically there's only a day or two at most for him to do and then we. Are. THROUGH.

I was up early to swim my laps and then mostly hung around with Webster while the electrician worked. I made peach cobbler and lentil-rice soup, did some laundry, read, and watched Master of Lies, about Bernie Madoff. That was such a creepy movie. I also listened to some early episodes of My Favorite Murder and it was interesting listening to Karen and Georgia figure out how to work the podcast.

Now I'm in bed and about to listen to the latest Magnus Archives episode. I need to write about that podcast. It is so beautifully written and performed, and I've grown to care so much about the characters, and am so curious and a little worried about what will happen next.

Webster discovered this beautifully written essay, The Geologic Origin of the Sonoran Desert. I'm about halfway through but will re-read it, I can tell. That's where we live now, by the way: in the Sonoran Desert. It's a hot, mean place, nothing like the loving green of home.
musesfool: Reboot Uhura (never tell me the odds)
So on Monday the realtor I've been working with sent me 10 listings to choose from and I said I liked five, and so I'm seeing 2 out of those five tomorrow evening (the two most expensive and also the two I was least interested in. funny how that works out. the one that was my fave accepted an offer yesterday and is thus off the market now. Sigh. eta: and there goes my second fave, with an accepted offer. but I'm seeing the last one on Saturday, so there's hope! I like each of these three, just not as much as I liked the other two and also they each have one drawback or another, I guess./eta). I'm trying to keep an open mind, but I'd really like to see the two I like more before I have to make any decisions.

How can it only be Wednesday? Yesterday felt like it was 8 days long in and of itself. Sigh.

What I've just finished
Nothing.

What I'm reading now
Still on Abaddon's Gate. I like it but not as much as the first two books so it's taking me longer to read (the fact that I haven't been getting a seat on the train hasn't helped). I feel like the new characters are not nearly as interesting as Avasarala and Bobbie, though I like Anna and Bull just fine. Melba, otoh... On the plus side, spoilers ) I'm about a hundred pages from the end so I'm guessing there's still some excitement to come.

What I'm reading next
Regardless, I did pick up the next book - Cibola Burn - because I do want to see what happens next. I just also wish we got the POV from the others on the Roci instead of all Holden all the time there.

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Music:: Grandmother Song - Vienna Teng
Mood:: 'cold' cold
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July 25th, 2017
mirabile: made just for me (Default)
posted by [personal profile] mirabile at 09:55pm on 25/07/2017 under
At last, a fairly quiet day! Had a nice early morning with Webster, then off to spend a few hours with Mother. We mostly sat and talked, though around noon I took her to the independent living part of her assisted living facility, to the cafe there. She had a chocolate milkshake and I had a bowl of (very good) tomato soup. Then we rolled around visiting places I hoped she would remember: the library she used to work in and the gift shop she used to keep the books for. She seemed to come in and out of the memories. Then we went to look at the door of her original apartment, where she lived for her first eleven years, and on a whim knocked on the door of her oldest friend, who was there. So we had a nice chat and plan to get together for lunch in a couple of weeks.

After we returned to her apartment and sat for a bit longer, I came home where I collapsed for a while. Never did practice my ukulele but I did play piano for about thirty minutes, and we worked in the yard despite the heat. When the sun went down enough we jumped in the pool to cool off.

Tomorrow the electrician is supposed to be here; fingers crossed.

Right now: sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open.
marginaliana: A librarian says, "Dewey Decimal System? Do we EVER!" (Libraries - Dewey Decimal)
July 24th, 2017
mirabile: (San Francisco)
posted by [personal profile] mirabile at 06:39pm on 24/07/2017 under
Another difficult day. In fact, I just told Webster: I have hit the wall. I need to curl up and just be for a while, you know? He knew.

Today we saw the neurologist our primary care physician recommended. She was a bit chillier than I would have liked, but she did seem to listen. The issues are several, according to her. Biggest is that neurology no longer recommends any narcotics for migraine pain. Which is, imo, stupid as shit, but hey. My doctorate is in literature so what do I know. Anyway, she has referred Webster to a pain management specialist (he used to be a surgeon according to his bio), whom she says will write the Rx for pain meds. She repeated several times that she does not believe he will refuse Webster the demerol, because he has used it successfully for almost twenty years now.

However -- and we have no issue with this -- her goal is to find a prophylactic that will prevent the migraines and therefore obviate any need for pain meds. Unfortunately the very first choice is something Webster tried years ago and hated (Topomax). She still wrote him a Rx for it because it's now time-released, but he has decided not to even try it. I'm a little hesitant about that decision, but it's his life and his health so I'll support him.

It turns out she is a big believer in Botox for migraines. Has anyone tried that? She says most insurance companies are hesitant to approve it because it's expensive, but she is going to start working on them. Webster is interested in trying it, so that's good. We have another appointment with her in about three weeks so he'll tell her about his decision then, and we should hear about our insurance company's decision at the same time.

Best of all she says something new is coming out in January that she is really excited about. I knew immediately what she was referring to: Calcitonin Gene-Related Peptide (CGRP). I've been reading about it for years. So even if the Botox doesn't work (and apparently it takes nine months before you know if it does) there's something new to try.

Theoretically the pain management people will call us in a day or two to set up an appointment. We are both very very nervous about that. We've had so many bad experiences with doctors over the years. Kaiser Permanente was a god-send and leaving it was the hardest thing about moving here. Why the shit Kaiser isn't everywhere I cannot understand, but it isn't so we're stuck for a while. The stories I could tell you about our pre-Kaiser doctor experiences would, I assure you, freak. You. Out. So I won't because I don't like remembering them.

The best thing about today was that it rained! Really rained, a nice steady rain. The air smells wonderful. No more rain in the forecast for a while, so I'm glad we were driving around in it.

In a few minutes I'm going to pour myself a small glass of pinot grigio and listen to the latest My Favorite Murder podcast. I don't feel ready for another Mother's day tomorrow so I need to get some rest.

Links! I have two today. First, via Jason Kottke, a ten hour (TEN HOUR!) Youtube of wonderful nature sounds -- I'm listening to the ocean. God, I miss the ocean. There are others, too; you can read about them here.

Also via Kottke, a series of very short stories concerning how you knew you'd found your person. I found some of them charming, some of them sad. And of course they made me think about my relationship with Webster, which is, I think, a good solid relationship but I'm not sure I believe in having a person in the sense the author meant. Do you?

Finally, not a link but thoughts I've been having a lot lately: how much I miss home. I love our house and I love being so close to Mother, but I miss the west coast. Achingly so. I miss the ocean. I miss how near Yosemite was. I miss our vacations in the eastern Sierra. I miss my friends. I miss the fog. I miss the wine country rituals. I miss Kaiser. I miss how Democrat it is! I miss it all so so much.

And while thinking that I realized that I also miss my mother. The woman I spend so much time with is of course my mother, but she's not the woman I grew up with, who owned two business and traveled the world and played golf and cards and had parties. She's gone forever.

Okay, now I've made myself cry. I think I better get that wine. You all have a good night, okay?
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musesfool: Carol Danvers as Captain Marvel (not alone in the dark)
I cried my way through Gifted on Saturday, and I can only hope CEvans decides to do a sideline in loving dad roles going forward because it's a good look for him. Needed more Octavia Spencer, though.

And yesterday, I watched Orphan Black: Gag and Throttle
spoilers )

In SDCC news:

+ the Black Panther stuff all looks AMAZING
+ Thor: Ragnarok looks delightfully charming
+ Infinity War looks like a hot mess but features beardy Steve in a black stealth suit and Bucky with a new arm, so I'll get over Natasha's blonde hair, I guess. The ability of any movie to service so many characters, otoh...
+ Justice League looks like two separate movies being smooshed into one - I am into Wonder Woman and Aquaman, as well as Alfred and Jim Gordon, but skeptical of everything else. is this a spoiler? )
+ The Star Wars books in the lead up to The Last Jedi look like fun (CHEWIE AND THE PORGS! Legends of Luke Skywalker! A 16yo Princess Leia book! A Canterbury Tales-like anthology! With authors like Ken Liu and Elizabeth Wein and Saladin Ahmed in addition to Claudia Gray and Chuck Wendig!) I am excite!
+ I like that Captain Marvel is going to be set in the 90s - it explains why they cast someone so young as Carol, though I wonder if that means they'll recast for present-day Carol or what. And Nick Fury will be there! And maybe we could get a Peggy Carter cameo!

I'm sure there's more I'm forgetting atm, but work keeps interrupting. Sigh.

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Mood:: 'busy' busy
Music:: Lover to Lover - Florence + the Machine
July 23rd, 2017
mirabile: (Saguaro Sunset)
posted by [personal profile] mirabile at 06:43pm on 23/07/2017 under
Oh my goodness, but there's a BIG WIND and lots of rain right now! Really serious. The lights have flickered enough that Alexa is confused, so we've unplugged the computers in case there's a power surge. As you see, we still have power and internet, thank goodness. I really really hope we don't lose them! Especially because despite the rain it's still 94F/34C which is a tad warm to go without air conditioning. At least we have screened windows now, after the remodel, so we could open things up.

We had a quiet day, thank goodness. I'm sure Webster and I are still trying to recover from the confusion of that call from the doctor's office on Thursday, plus tomorrow we see the new neurologist he recommended. We are both very nervous about meeting her. I hope she's a listener. Oh well.

Ooh, I think I saw the lights flicker again. I'll post this just in case and keep my fingers crossed. I wish you could see the color of the sky right now, and hear the wind howling -- no, it's more like growling. Plus thunder.
musesfool: Nick/Cassie, Push (ours is a forbidden love)
For [personal profile] grammarwoman for the DVD commentary meme.

Driving with the brakes on
Push (2009); Nick/Cassie (Nick/OFC); adult; 13,650 words
Nick discovers a way to help Cassie see more clearly. It's a little sketchier than he's comfortable with.

I don't actually remember the genesis of this idea, but there's a post in my LJ that says, So I said to [personal profile] angelgazing, "Tell me not to write the story where orgasms make Cassie's visions clearer" and she said, "you should TOTALLY write that story" and two weeks and 13k words later, I wrote the story. Which is basically how these things go when [tumblr.com profile] angelgazing wants me to write a thing, especially if I already kind of want to write it anyway.

content notes: Cassie's 16; one reference to offscreen sexual assault of non-canon characters

All through the writing of this story, Cassie was 15. Cassie was 15 right up until I actually posted. Then I had a conversation with [personal profile] snacky and decided to make her 16 instead. I don't think it makes it better? But maybe some people are slightly less squicked? Idk.

But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide, / Nothing's gonna make me break from her side )

~*~

I hope that provided some insight on what was a 13K word exercise in id-fic. *hands*

~*~
Mood:: 'thoughtful' thoughtful
July 22nd, 2017
mirabile: (Arthur)
posted by [personal profile] mirabile at 09:25pm on 22/07/2017 under
Saturdays are Mother's days, so I put together a little picnic for us (chicken salad sandwich, pickles, Bud) and took it to her along with her clean clothes. I started doing her laundry back in late April and it's working out well: I pick them up on Thursday, I wash on Friday, and return them on Saturday. I feel better about doing it myself than having the assisted living facility's laundry do it because Mother has such nice clothes, plus some pieces had disappeared. Now if they disappear it's my fault :)

When I arrived, she was still in her nightie but in her recliner. They had brought her breakfast and she'd eaten that, but she still ate one of the cinnamon rolls I'd made. She said she was tired and not feeling quite right, so we just sat and talked and listened to some Doris Day. My sister and her wife called as usual and we chatted for quite a while. Mother just closed her eyes and listened for most of it. Around noon I brought out the picnic and she ate about a quarter of the sandwich, some pickles, and drank almost all the Bud. I stayed until around 1:30 and hated to leave, but I was tired and a bit worried about Webster. I reminded her, as I always do, that she could have one of the nurses call me if she wanted. Ach. It's so hard to leave.

Anyway, came home and found Webster had had a very quiet day, too, which he certainly needed after the stress of the last two days. I had left him a sandwich so he had that and soup, and for dinner I made waffles. I needed some comfort food, you know? And I love waffles.

That was really my day. I did practice a little ukulele and played one song on the piano, but that was it. I finally watched Hidden Figures, which was excellent but hard to watch -- I had to stop several times and walk around because it was so upsetting.

Oh! I wore my new My Favorite Murder tee shirt! It says: Stay Sexy, Don't Get Murdered. Mother got a kick out of it. She must have asked me three times what it said and each time it made her laugh. Don't get murdered! she'd say; that's good advice!
marginaliana: Gonzo & Camilla (Muppets - Gonzo & Camilla)
musesfool: Peggy Carter is gunning for you (your heart is a weapon)
posted by [personal profile] musesfool at 12:42pm on 22/07/2017 under ,
L and I made a spur of the moment decision to see Dunkirk last night - well, as spur-of-the-moment as you can with purchasing reserved seats ahead of time *snerk* - and I have mixed feelings about it. It is beautifully shot and I could watch Tom Hardy spoiler ) all day, but mostly I feel like it took an amazing real life story and didn't deliver on the emotional impact of it. spoilers )

I liked that it was nearly dialogue free (and I didn't mind that I couldn't understand half the dialogue that there was), but I felt that the structure was overly fiddly and unnecessary and it kept me from full immersion (um, pun not intended?) emotionally. Also the music was too loud and there was too much of it.

It also suffers a little from Band of Brothers syndrome in that I couldn't tell the two young dudes apart for most of the story. Once they're both wet so you can't tell which one has curly hair and which one has straight hair, I couldn't tell them apart, and I honestly didn't care that much about them beyond the generic - I mean, I didn't want any of those guys to die, and I felt there was nothing specific about those two to make me care more. spoilers ) (Otoh, casting Harry Styles - who was good, I thought - was a smart move, because I always recognized him, even half-drowned.)

Mark Rylance and Kenneth Branagh (and James D'Arcy!) were great, as was Tom Hardy. I mean, I would have watched a whole movie where Tom Hardy spoiler ) But overall, it's a B to B+ kind of movie for me. I wouldn't see it again.

If you do see it, I can say it was definitely worth seeing in 70mm, if you have that option. Otoh, if you have a fear of drowning, I don't recommend it for you.

Both L and I had similar mixed feelings. We discussed it on the walk to the bus stop, and my god, I have never sweated as much as I sweated yesterday - it was not a day for walking but I did a lot of it. I was so overheated that I never once felt cold in the movie theater despite being sleeveless, which has never ever happened to me before.

Before the movie we were going to meet at a Mexican place that looked good, but it was so jam packed with people, we ended up at the Cafe Tallulah, where the cheeseburger is fantastic, but again, on a day as hot as yesterday, wtf were the front windows all doing open, so you couldn't feel the air conditioning hardly at all? I never sweated so much in my life while doing nothing.

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Mood:: 'hungry' hungry
Music:: This Tornado Loves You - Neko Case
indybaggins: (Cabin Pressure polar bears)

Title: I Dreamt That I Grew Wings
Pairings: Martin Crieff & Douglas Richardson & Arthur Shappey, Martin Crieff/Douglas Richardson/Arthur Shappey, Martin Crieff /Arthur Shappey, Martin Crieff/Douglas Richardson, Douglas Richardson/Arthur Shappey
Tags: Alternate Universe - Prison, Angst, Beginnings, Blow Jobs, Consent, Crimes & Criminals, Friendship, Hand Jobs, Hurt/Comfort, Literal Sleeping Together, Love, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-con, Prison, Prison Sex, Protectiveness, Talking, Threesome, Trauma, Sharing A Room, Angst With A Happy Ending
Summary: Arthur accidentally killed a man, Douglas did a spot of smuggling, and Martin only ever wanted to fly. Of course, sharing a prison cell is not all that different from being stuck on an aeroplane together... except that it kind of is.
Notes: WARNINGS: A scene involving off-screen non-con. Setting-related verbal/physical/sexual harassment and background violence throughout.
Disclaimer: I know very little about the UK penitentiary system or prisons in general, so I’m sure that the details of prison life in this story will be highly inaccurate.
Written for Jie_Jie, happy birthday!

Mood:: 'excited' excited
July 21st, 2017
mirabile: (My beating heart)
posted by [personal profile] mirabile at 07:53pm on 21/07/2017 under
Golly, did I choose a month for posting every day. Sorry. But today was pretty rugged. After that horrible phone call from Webster's doctor's office yesterday, he was a big mess. I was too, but not as much. He was unable to sleep and spent most of the night writing and re-writing a letter to his doctor pointing out the absurdity of getting in trouble because he did NOT have demerol in his blood.

We had to be at the car repair place by 7am, so we were up early anyway. I proofread his letter, made a couple suggestions he did not take, formatted it, and printed it out. He put in in a envelope with the doctor's name and URGENT: PLEASE READ on it.

Off to the car repair (which was to replace the visor on the driver's side and to install a retractable sun shade a friend had given us after visiting here) and then to Home Depot to buy replacement "coach lights" -- apparently that's the name of the sconces on either side of garage doors. Who knew? We swung by the doctor's, which had opened by then, and dropped off the letter, Webster making it very clear to the receptionist that he was upset and angry and "urgent" was really urgent to him.

When we got home I finally was able to get some food into him. He took a bath (to soothe him) and tried to nap but without any success. In the early afternoon he finally said: We need to buy a TV for the den. Which is true! I've been doing research because I never watch TV and the two little TVs we own are the old-fashioned CRT types. The technology has changed a bit. Anyway, I knew I wanted an LG and that it should be HD (high definition). We finally chose an LG HD LED-LCD, that's 4K. I had no idea what 4K meant but apparently it's really new technology. Whatevs. As long as Webster can watch TV that's all that matters. On Wednesday an electrician will be out to install the coach lights and the new TV, plus a few other things, so we are now ready for him.

I sincerely hope that is the last thing we have to buy for a while. So the electrician comes on Wednesday and the construction guy on Thursday and maybe that will be it for, like, twelve years. I hope.

We got home and I finished making another batch of cinnamon rolls (oh year, I started the levain last night and the rolls were rising while we were shopping). I fixed dinner and left Webster to eat his then ran over to the clubhouse gym. The minute I stepped on the treadmill I pulled out my phone to listen to The Essex Serpent -- and there was a voicemail from the doctor. So I emailed Webster to call him, and then ran back home to be there.

To our surprise, we were put straight through to one of his assistants who apologized and explained that the test results were really confusing, and she had had to go to the doctor to figure out what they meant, and that the doctor apologized for all the distress this had caused. I thought Webster was going to cry with relief, and we both thanked her profusely while she apologized again and again. Thank god.

But as soon as we hung up, a migraine tsunami washed over poor Webster and he is down with one of the worst he's had in months and months. As bad as in the pre-medicine days. I ended up working out in the new den using an aerobics video I illegally downloaded, and then swam for a little bit before coming in to shower. Then I cleaned up the kitchen and took the trash out. When I was out, the wind was calm and the sky mostly clear. Almost as soon as I stepped back into the kitchen, an enormous wind blew up and my phone started buzzing, sending me warnings about a storm.

The same thing happened last night. It was a calm and clear evening when I was in the pool. I came inside and by the time we went to bed I was hearing thunder. Then rain! A huge rain, too, really pounding down. No wonder it's 50% humidity outside these days.

But the kitchen is clean, Webster is dozing quietly, and I'm going to listen to my book for a while. I hope you have had a much calmer day than we have.
musesfool: Stephanie Brown as Batgirl (can't hardly wait)
I spent last night reading fic where Jason and Cass turn out to be biological siblings, not just adopted siblings, and squee!, that is one of my favorite Batfamily tropes. Plus, there was some awesome Jason-Cass-Steph bonding which I feel canon has repeatedly cheated me out of, even though they would get along like a house on fire (literally, probably, given Jason's involvement and enjoyment in blowing things up). Plus there is some hilarious snark at poor Tim's expense that made me laugh out loud repeatedly. Oh Tim. (There will be recs at the end of the month as usual, but here and here for those of you who are impatient and also not following my pinboard.)

Also, yesterday, my consolation birthday present arrived - a beautiful red patent leather Love Moschino tote bag (wow, there were three left in stock when I ordered mine and now there are none! I'm glad I got there in time!). During the whole epic search for a new bag, I coveted a red patent leather bag, but couldn't find one (or, rather, couldn't find one that was less than, like, $800 and while I'm profligate, I'm not that profligate), since I guess they aren't in style right now? Except it's red patent leather so I can't imagine how it could go out of style? But whatever. On a whim on Wednesday, I checked Zappo's to see if there were any available, and lo and behold, there it was. It's beautiful. It's big and kind of unwieldy (and unpleasantly sticky against the bare skin of my arm in the heat), but I don't care, because it's gorgeous.

Bosses 1 & 3 both admired it as I unpacked it from the box, and they were like, "Are you going to save it for special occasions?" and I said, "Hell no!" (note: I did not actually say "Hell no!" I just said, "no! I bought it so I could use it! Because it is beautiful!") And I recommend to all of you to use your beautiful and special things rather than waiting for some mythical special occasion to crop up, because frequently, you will be waiting forever and never get to enjoy the beautiful thing you bought for yourself. Using a special bag/wearing your beautiful new shoes/opening that expensive bottle of wine - they can all make a regular occasion special, and I recommend you do that rather than wait for some occasion arbitrarily deemed "special" enough to break out the fancy lipstick or whatever. Live your best life whenever you can, people!

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Mood:: 'pleased' pleased
Music:: After the Gold Rush - k.d. lang
ashkitty: (wellies in woods)
posted by [personal profile] ashkitty at 10:18am on 21/07/2017
I don't think I've kept updated here very well, so the short points:

I'm moving back to the US this week. The movers arrive tomorrow morning to retrieve half a dozen boxes of books and such, while I spend the week at a conference in Germany. Then I have one farewell day in London, an overnight in Iceland, and then I'll be back in the PacNW.

I'm obviously sad and frustrated, because I have been living a life and stuff and now it just all goes away because the country decided to wake up and be racist one day last summer.

But on the other hand, my mom's ill and about to start chemotherapy, so as timing goes, I should probably be there anyway.

I'll try to update better later and fill in the blanks - I'm still packing right now, and apparently going to just make up my conference paper as I go along on Monday.

Back to putting stuff into boxes!

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