Better late than never

Sep. 21st, 2017 06:57 pm
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So now we're having the summer weather we didn't get in July and August. Mellow warm clear days without a hint of rain, sun hot in the afternoon but not unbearable, cicadas singing out of season, nights what August would call cool- 16, 17- but I still use the window AC, even set at 20C. It's as much for the dryness as to avoidance allergens (bad year for those) as well as the skunk that has its sights set on being king of the block. Gratefully, I can afford this luxury because the property tax increase rebate came through to the tune of 750 dollars.

Can also afford dinner at Pauper's Pub, excellent meatloaf and a frozen margarita, out on the patio under the yellow and falling leaves of the pumpkin trees.

The Indian gardener's son has gone with grass on his front lawn. Foolish foolish Indian gardener's son. Look at your next-door's unavailing attempts to have greenery. Only one house on this street has decent grass, and bets are taken as to whether it's the real thing or an expensive kind of astroturf. Sensible people go with ground cover.

Last April's mouse was invisible except for the magically vanishing bait in the untipped tip-trap. No gnawed bread in the bread bag, no poo on the counters. But I always had a feeling that it was still around somewhere. And thus, when I carelessly left half an unpalatable green-tea mini-mooncake on the table last night, perhaps no surprise that I found much of it demolished this morning, accompanied by large (for a mouse) mouse turds. Tip-trap is now baited with mooncake, and we shall see if mouse has become any porkier since the spring.

And now we're back

Sep. 20th, 2017 10:48 pm
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This is the crazy time of year when new babies start one per fortnight: which, yes, is better than one a week. But we're getting little babies, five or six months, and they teethe and fall sick and hate their bottles and cry piteously because the Boob has gone and everything hurts oh oh oh. Thus I spend my days patting their backs and rocking them to sleep and am sometimes paid for my labours, and come home knackered.

Possible the fatigue causes brain rot, but in fact I'd had it in mind for a while to call the gas company to ask if I'd booked my furnace check-up and if so, for when. Came home last night from two Long Island Ice Teas and a salad, to several calls on the machine. First from the gas guy to ascertain if I was at home that morning, which I wasn't; then to say he'd have to cancel because his car had broken down; and a third silence, which might have been him or, equally likely, some call centre. Dodged a bullet there, whichever. And now I *must* call the dentist to ascertain if my appointment is Oct 10 or Oct 19, because both are marked on the calendar.
Wednesday )

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Sep. 20th, 2017 10:07 pm
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Internet connection went down, though for some reason I'm still connected to the Addiction Solitaire site. For which I am grateful, you understand, but still. I hear there are people who use two thumbs to write on their phones. If *I* do that not even auto correct can guess what I mean. It's middle finger typing all the way, for me.

Gakkari once more

Sep. 17th, 2017 09:03 pm
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I had great plans for this weekend, starting with a lymphatic massage at noon on Saturday. Alas, came home Friday night to a message on the machine: 'It's now ten past twelve, are you coming for your massage?' How did I confuse Friday with Saturday when I made the appointment on Thursday? Who knows? But Saturday I left my phone on the table at my local cafe and had conniptions when I went to take it out at home. How could I ignore a bright pink phone case sitting on the table? Again, who knows?

Saturday afternoon was merely trying. Went to visit aunt and found the place in the middle of 40th anniversary celebrations, meaning a very loud jazz band playing from 2 to 4 and my aunt sitting in the audience. Even when we made our way to our usual table round the corner the saxophonist still drowned out my aunt's frail voice, and when he didn't, the very genki staff and visitor genkily chatting ten feet away sufficed instead. I suppose the staff get used to speaking loudly, but there's no excuse for the visitor.

Was going on a picnic to Riverdale Park with automobiled friend on Sunday, but Saturday night began to suffer from indefinable malaise. Cancelled, went up to lie on sideroom bed, fell asleep, woke at 11, moved to own bed, slept till 8. Twelve hours should put a dent in anything. But tum was still off, as it has been all week- summer stomach or plague, again, who knows. So frittered the afternoon reading mysteries until I pulled myself together and rescued the day with a little domesticity: made soup from vegetable ends, mended perennially holey summer pants (which I hope will last until the cooler weather comes), vacuumed hallway and washed kitchen floor. Then washed the sweat and grime from me and my hair in a grateful shower, and am almost ready for bed again. Good night.

Noted about the neighbourhood

Sep. 16th, 2017 08:53 pm
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Florence and Mary's house- detached, three story- must have sold for large bucks. One imagines that well-heeled yuppies bought it, and fears (if you're someone like the Gecko People with two renovations/ rebuildings happening very near by) that the usual mandatory strip-to-the-walls will ensue. New owners seem finally to have moved in this week- lights were on Friday night and curtains open to the living room- which they never were in Flo and Mary's time. Not much furniture to be seen, but there's a large Canadian flag tacked to the wall. Yuppies don't go in for this kind of interior decorating, so we may have dodged a bullet.

(The ongoing renovation across the street from me has been quiet and discreet. I notice the company's van out front and occasional appliances left for pickup, but none of the banging and cursing that accompany the new house across from the Gecko, or the new house a-building out my back window.)

The Indian Gardener's slow rebuild has reached the point of tearing out the old concrete walk and replacing it with interlocking stone that the IG's son is going to regret the minute it starts to snow. The front garden has once again been leveled flat and all the plants removed; given that various weeds and bushes came back up within a week of the last raze, there's doubtless some mighty fertile soil in the IG's yard. Also the house looked a lot better when it had that twelve feet by eight jungle in front of it, and bright pink woodwork. Homey and loved. Am not looking forward to the landscaping that's clearly planned.

Prof & Mrs Islamic Studies are pruning their magnolia tree, which is a good thing, because it's trying to top the second floor. To be precise, their son is pruning the tree, lost up in the branches eight feet overhead. Wish R could be persuaded to turn his energies to my hedge, but R has gone from rambunctious boy to serious student and prefers not.

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Sep. 15th, 2017 09:12 pm
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Warm sunny soupy September. Pumpkin trees down Spadina turn yellow. Synagogues have High Holiday hours posted. I run the AC at night.

Went back down to the AGO to look again at the Jean Bradbury calendar; still not decided. Then to re-view the Rita Letendre retrospective before it closes. Walked about my favourite galleries and discovered they've swapped out the painting in the room with the wolves, to my annoyance. Trust they'll put it back when the exhibit's over.

Then wandered about looking for something that was on the fourth floor, not the second; but by happenstance walked into a room of-- well, the more than numinous. Inuit artist Manasie Akpaliapik's sculptures done in whalebone, ivory, stone, balleen, and other things beside. That site shows three works: 'Respecting the Circle' (one side of it- the other side is quite different), 'Shaman Muskox' and 'Spirit Woman'. There's also the amazing Suicide Story. That's a youtube video taken at the AGO and showing the work in detail. There's another for Respecting the Circle.

(An excellent overview of the exhibit can be found at this blog, which is, disconcertingly, a Malaysian food blog.)

Never mind the woodwoses and green men of the old country. This is what the Canadian North does instead:
circle

Highs and local mysteries

Sep. 14th, 2017 09:09 pm
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Muscle relaxants and/or antihistamines guarantee I sleep late this season, if not deep (up several times a night for the loo; that I then go back to sleep indicates the drugs' potency.) But I have a morning shift tomorrow and must be up at 7 at the latest in order to get breakfast (15 minutes) and my body working (45 minimum stretch and strengthen plus time for painkillers to work.) Thus, a full ativan, and the full ativan's happiness.

Actually a full ativan means I won't *want* to get up tomorrow morning: its sleep is so delicious, especially if I indulge in AC tonight to keep more allergens from blowing in through the window fan. But tomorrow's troubles tomorrow.

Sitting in the side bedroom these past nights I hear something moving in the walkway between me and next door. I think of beasts- specifically, I think of raccoons- but it might be people. Poking about with flashlights reveals nothing and after last night's garbage putout, I conclude it may be an odd trick of acoustics, because it certainly sounded like next door was putting out their already put out bins when it was across the street. Then again, what I thought were the clumps of fallen ironwood seeds on my front steps seems to be fecal in origin, though I know no local animal that poops golden. Maybe it's the Mystery Skunk who occasionally perfumes the neighbourhood?

Heigh-ho

Sep. 13th, 2017 09:03 pm
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Haven't posted because nothing has been happening aside from the usual- work and wandering aches. Lower back/ lumbar at the moment, making walking unpleasant. Have had this pain before, many times: it recurs in spite of chiropracty, physiotherapy, acupuncture, and weight fluctuations. Can't remember what if anything made it go away the last time, and the time before, and back in 2015 when it seriously interfered with meditation, and and and.

But today I went down to the AGO to see what 2018 calendars they have. Not many and nothing that says 'This is IT!!' like last year's Emma Haworth calendar with its long distance views of London. Hokusai, Carr, and O'Keefe, of course; a whole calendar devoted to sections of The Garden of Earthly Delights which I have hanging over my bed and don't need to see in greater detail; and a Canadian artist who does odd representations of animals, so far the best bet. (Midoco had a Hasui calendar with all the warhorses, most disappointing. Maybe when they get more stock in... I mean, I always buy next door a Mucha calendar- the man was beyond prolific- and have no idea what to do if they stop producing art nouveau calendars.)

But being there decided to eat in their restaurant: a $15 Long Island Tea and a $15 appetizer of smoked slamon and marble bread (two slices, I grant you) plus assorted obscure small vegetables. Wish I was rich enough to indulge in a $25 hamburger which has no meat in it, being- as I understand it- a portobello mushroom with trimmings and fries on the side. Pretentions go- well, a lot farther in fashionable restaurants, I believe- but for a sort-of common person's venue like the AGO, that's pretty pretentious.

Wednesday )

Trick or Treat Letter

Sep. 12th, 2017 01:42 am
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Dear Author: thank you for writing for me! I can't wait to see whether I'll be getting a trick or a treat, and in what fandom. I'm pretty easy to please as far as stories go. I like everything from slice-of-life to epic fics, so if you'd like to go over the word limit, feel free! I'll be happy to get any fics featuring my requested characters, but if you do feel like doing something shippy, I've listed my favorite pairings for each fandom. I dig fluff and happy friendship/romantic fics, and Halloween is my favorite holiday, so I'd love to get something spooky too.

Here is a list of my general kinks: angst, banter, bickering-as-flirting, bonding, camaraderie, competence porn, established relationships (platonic or sexual), humor, hurt/comfort, loyalty in the face of personality friction, misunderstanding and reconciliation, pining, social mores and their subversion

Smut kinks include: blowjobs, confined spaces, consummation after ages of pining, cunnilingus, enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, forced intimacy, loyalty kink, m/m first time, sex pollen, snuggling, tentacles, trust kink, unintentional voyeurism, whipping, voyeurism

(I haven't listed DNWs as it kind of felt unsporting to include them when I requested both tricks and treats for my fandoms, but you can find them in other challenge sign-up letters if you do want to look.)

Anyway, here are some trick and treat prompts for each of my requested fandoms. That said, I love getting surprises, so if you have additional ideas, please do run with them!

Blake & Avery Series – M.J. Carter
Jeremiah Blake, William Avery, Matty Horner
Ships: Jeremiah Blake/William Avery
Tricks: Something is stalking London's dockworkers. Rumors are it's a Hindoo demon. Or Springheel Jack. Or something even darker. Our heroes reunite to investigate.
Matty is having visions. Blake and Avery are called upon to uncover what is causing them, and what they mean.
The fair is in town. It brings back dark memories for Blake. What are they, and what do our heroes do about it?
Treats:
Blake has ties to London's German expat community (because: Blake). He and Avery have an Oktoberfest beer (or two, or...).
It's All Hallows' Eve. What do our heroes think about its traditions and how (do?) they celebrate them?
The fair is in town. What happens when our heroes go?


Onmyoji
Abe no Seimei, Minamoto no Hiromasa, Mitsumushi
Ships: Abe no Seimei/Minamoto no Hiromasa
Tricks:
Hiromasa is haunted by the most horrific demon to ever terrorize the Heian court. What does everyone do about it?
A sutra reading goes dreadfully wrong. What happens when our heroes are brought in to help?
Treats:
Hiromasa is haunted by the cutest demon to ever appear in the Heian court. What does Abe think about this state of affairs, and what does he do next?
Our heroes celebrate Obon.

Blake & Avery Series – M.J. Carter
Thor, Loki, Yondu Udonta, Drax the Destroyer, Kraglin Obfonteri, Mantis, Peter Quill, Odin, James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers
Ships: Thor/Loki, Yondu Udonta/Kraglin Obfonteri, Drax the Destroyer/Mantis, James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
*For convenience, I broke these prompts out by character sets from the respective movies, but I am more than open to stories that mix and match them!
Tricks:
For the Asgard crew – Loki decides that since Thor loves humans so much, he'll introduce Thor to some Midgardian culture: Halloween tricks. What happens next?
For the Guardians crew – All the members of this gang have lost someone, been lost, or both. What does a haunting look like in outer space?
For the Avengers crew - Nightmares are nothing new to Steve or Bucky. But dreaming the other man's nightmares is. Why is this happening? What (if anything) can they do to solve it?
Treats:
For the Asgard crew - Loki decides that since Thor loves humans so much, he'll introduce Thor to some Midgardian culture: Halloween tricks and treats. What happens next?
For the Guardians crew – The gang goes trick or treating, on Earth or anywhere in the galaxy.
For the Avengers crew – One or both of our heroes crashes a Halloween party in their battle gear. How do the other guests react?

Discoveries

Sep. 9th, 2017 08:57 pm
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Discovered that when trying to free up space in perpetually 'not enough space' phone, 'empty cache' is good for all apps. 'Delete data' is fine for everything but browser. Since no manufacturer these days will tell you anything about phones, tablets, laptops or desktops (instruction manuals, oh yes, I remembers them) one must learn by trial and error; and occasionally that involves deleting all your browser's bookmarks.

Evening with the Young Ladies last night. We watched a Percy Jackson film. Discover that Percy Jackson works infinitely better as a movie than as a book.

I don't say that all recent Holmes pastiche is ridden with vocabulary near misses, but certainly Paul D. Gilbert's stuff is. Not the true howlers, but a string of niggly Wrong Words that eventually begin to grate. "Holmes' long, sinewy fingers reached out greedily for the wire and he began to read it with urgent intent." "...I believe that our client is sincere in her interpretation of the events she has witnessed. As to whether my investigations validate that construer is, of course, an altogether different matter." "...Daxer's hold over Douglas had its roots in Dundas' handling of the Prussian Crisis, the event that precipitated his meteoric rise to political imminence." And on and on.

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