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A happy Friday off
Oct. 3rd, 2025 02:40 pmall is right with the world for there are persimmons on a neighborhood tree that are ready to pick and take home for the most delicious snax.
my happiness calendar for today reads: You are the only magic you need
:)
I am exhausted. I had an amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing time at coffin club last night, that was the best night i can remember there in recent memory, definitely the best since my birthday or perhaps for the entire calendar year. Was grateful that some folks were away and the crowd was young and sparkly and so sweet, I felt so safe. I cannot even count how many compliments I got, almost all from women, they were all so kind, and the men were respectful and easy to be around. People were happy but not *too* happy (read: not wasted). Derek SERVED. The music was HOT.
I stayed too late and then had sexytime with Joshter and then just could not sleep, my sleep tracker says I got 3 1/2 hours of sleep, oops. I will crash any moment.
Still have soooooooooooooo much to catch up on, Wednesday wrecked me and Thursday was rough too, I am so so tired omg. But I MUST upload documents and pay rents, and I *really* want to be baking an apple pie by 4pm so that I can bring it to Cynthia at 6pm. If I want a nap, it has to start very very soon. I can hopefully upload documents while the pie is in the oven?
I had a big long hard bike ride with Cynthia this morning and it was exactly what I needed.
Her friend Hanne is not doing great with her breast cancer treatment - the chemo is really rough on her and so far her tumors are not shrinking :( We are worried.
I am just finishing up All the way to the River by Elizabeth Gilbert and I do NOT recommend it. I do think it is heartfelt but unfortunately there is too much privilege wrapped up in it for me, personally. And wow, the way some people handle death is so... repulsive. (This book documents the author's falling in love with her best friend and then watching her die of pancreatic and liver cancer.) I feel very, VERY bristly at anyone who treats the dying as if they are already dead. And also at enablers who abandon their charges when they become "unmanageable." (But that's my recovery talking, and Liz does discover her own addictions and codependency issues in this book and goes to 12 step to get sober. So that's progress. It's just sad it took her that long to figure it out.)
I unfortunately stumbled upon a review of this book yesterday that called her style "priv-lit" (privileged literature - aka rich white american lady lit) and suggested a re-titling of "All the way to the Bank," and talked about it being exploitative of her partner's death. :( I dunno. I was hoping I could find some gems but. I dunno. I regret trying.
It is GRIPPING, though, there is no arguing that Liz is a wonderful writer and I could not put it down and I will finish it (I'm almost done). For a very dark bummer of a distraction, it would do in a pinch.
I am so lucky in so many ways, the sun is out and I feel so so hopeful. Dancing hurt my foot and my back a little, but not so much that I couldn't bike up a storm with Cynthia this morning, I was able to keep up with that beast of a biker (she used to be a professional distance road racer) through a sleep-deprived mania of happiness just to be in her presence and up and moving in the morning in a body that was only very quietly achey, instead of the screaming it's been doing for the last several months.
I have hope that I can work around my arthritis, going forward, and that I am making the right decisions, so far, in my communication with this newly fragile form of a body I have been gifted with.
I am endlessly grateful for this gift.
I am also SO GLAD the house I work out of was booked today so that I was forced to take an extra day off, I need it desperately after getting raked over the coals this week - Josh and I both.
Cannot wait to spend tonight and tomorrow night with my best friends. I will mushroom hunt with Tyler tomorrow afternoon. I will work all day Sunday and Monday. All is well. I even cleaned the bathroom sink and swept the floors! I've been cooking tons of beautiful food and eating well, my body is thankful and so am I.
As I was getting dressed and debating the skimpy strappy shorts or the tendril skirt, Josh and I agreed that I should go for the skimpy stuff, because, "who knows how much longer I'll be able to get away with it. I doubt I'll be wearing these when I'm 60." :)
Coffin Club is so spiritually nourishing, for me. So so grateful for the goth community, and my little dark spooky home away from home.
The Finch self-care app has a spooky manor theme this month, speaking of spooky! At the end we get a little black cat micropet! I am over the moon about this :D
my happiness calendar for today reads: You are the only magic you need
:)
I am exhausted. I had an amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing time at coffin club last night, that was the best night i can remember there in recent memory, definitely the best since my birthday or perhaps for the entire calendar year. Was grateful that some folks were away and the crowd was young and sparkly and so sweet, I felt so safe. I cannot even count how many compliments I got, almost all from women, they were all so kind, and the men were respectful and easy to be around. People were happy but not *too* happy (read: not wasted). Derek SERVED. The music was HOT.
I stayed too late and then had sexytime with Joshter and then just could not sleep, my sleep tracker says I got 3 1/2 hours of sleep, oops. I will crash any moment.
Still have soooooooooooooo much to catch up on, Wednesday wrecked me and Thursday was rough too, I am so so tired omg. But I MUST upload documents and pay rents, and I *really* want to be baking an apple pie by 4pm so that I can bring it to Cynthia at 6pm. If I want a nap, it has to start very very soon. I can hopefully upload documents while the pie is in the oven?
I had a big long hard bike ride with Cynthia this morning and it was exactly what I needed.
Her friend Hanne is not doing great with her breast cancer treatment - the chemo is really rough on her and so far her tumors are not shrinking :( We are worried.
I am just finishing up All the way to the River by Elizabeth Gilbert and I do NOT recommend it. I do think it is heartfelt but unfortunately there is too much privilege wrapped up in it for me, personally. And wow, the way some people handle death is so... repulsive. (This book documents the author's falling in love with her best friend and then watching her die of pancreatic and liver cancer.) I feel very, VERY bristly at anyone who treats the dying as if they are already dead. And also at enablers who abandon their charges when they become "unmanageable." (But that's my recovery talking, and Liz does discover her own addictions and codependency issues in this book and goes to 12 step to get sober. So that's progress. It's just sad it took her that long to figure it out.)
I unfortunately stumbled upon a review of this book yesterday that called her style "priv-lit" (privileged literature - aka rich white american lady lit) and suggested a re-titling of "All the way to the Bank," and talked about it being exploitative of her partner's death. :( I dunno. I was hoping I could find some gems but. I dunno. I regret trying.
It is GRIPPING, though, there is no arguing that Liz is a wonderful writer and I could not put it down and I will finish it (I'm almost done). For a very dark bummer of a distraction, it would do in a pinch.
I am so lucky in so many ways, the sun is out and I feel so so hopeful. Dancing hurt my foot and my back a little, but not so much that I couldn't bike up a storm with Cynthia this morning, I was able to keep up with that beast of a biker (she used to be a professional distance road racer) through a sleep-deprived mania of happiness just to be in her presence and up and moving in the morning in a body that was only very quietly achey, instead of the screaming it's been doing for the last several months.
I have hope that I can work around my arthritis, going forward, and that I am making the right decisions, so far, in my communication with this newly fragile form of a body I have been gifted with.
I am endlessly grateful for this gift.
I am also SO GLAD the house I work out of was booked today so that I was forced to take an extra day off, I need it desperately after getting raked over the coals this week - Josh and I both.
Cannot wait to spend tonight and tomorrow night with my best friends. I will mushroom hunt with Tyler tomorrow afternoon. I will work all day Sunday and Monday. All is well. I even cleaned the bathroom sink and swept the floors! I've been cooking tons of beautiful food and eating well, my body is thankful and so am I.
As I was getting dressed and debating the skimpy strappy shorts or the tendril skirt, Josh and I agreed that I should go for the skimpy stuff, because, "who knows how much longer I'll be able to get away with it. I doubt I'll be wearing these when I'm 60." :)
Coffin Club is so spiritually nourishing, for me. So so grateful for the goth community, and my little dark spooky home away from home.
The Finch self-care app has a spooky manor theme this month, speaking of spooky! At the end we get a little black cat micropet! I am over the moon about this :D
