Today is our anniversary. we went to Zell's for breakfast, a long-time favorite. It's drizzly and chill {pause while I go close the front door}, dissuading just enough people that even at 9:45 we did not have to wait at all, much less wait outside consoling ourselves with the infrared heater and self-serve coffee. Portland does like its weekend breakfasts.
"Candied bacon is so over the top, it leaves a contrail."
Zell's doesn't have candied bacon (that's 'The Original, a Dinerant' downtown) but it does have German pancakes. Currently with fresh strawberries. Fresh RIPE strawberries. It is sad that I even have to qualify that. I don't know what's worse, getting pale out-of-state strawberries in November or getting them in strawberry season.
We bought a couple pints of strawbs at the farmers' market last Saturday. People were piled three deep, practically throwing bills onto the table.
Neighborhood Clean-up Day. Filled the car with plastics that we'd sorted last night, plus styrofoam and an old computer monitor, hauled it all over to the church parking lot. Signage inadequate. I'd probably say the same at the Pearly Gates.
Bought an old braided wool rug for the TV room. David says "It looks like it's been there forever."
So, my smile generator came home today. The doctor said that the lump did not have any major blood vessels supplying it, so that's good. Malignant tumors tend to co-op a blood supply. On the other hand, we won't know anything for sure until the cytology is back. I forgot to ask when that will be. If it's like the last time, it'll be back the middle to late next week. As long as she was under, and it was just one tooth, he went ahead and extracted the tooth that has a cavity and is clearly sensitive to the touch.
She seemed kind of out of it. She did not immediately get in her carrier when it was opened up. This is the second time she has done this, and I'm not sure what's going on. Usually, cats understand that the carrier at the vet is the ticket home. Maybe she's totally taken against the carrier, though.
Most of her left side is shaved. The incision is somewhat meandering, and almost two inches long. The vet said that in cases like this, it's always best to go wide, so as to remove as much as possible in case it turns out to be malignant. She hasn't been fretting at her incision at the vet's, so they sent her home without a collar. Hopefully, we can continue to avoid the collar.
She at a little dry food, then went and hid under the bed. I'm not sure where she is now. David and I went out to lunch. Pamela said that she trotted around for a while acting like her usual self. I'm pretty sure she's angry with me. She gave me some pretty dirty looks.
But, she is home. She looks good (if slightly goofy, what with the asymmetrical hair do).
I missed her. I'm glad she's home, even if she is avoiding me.
Words: 2333 Total words: 38277 Files: 4 Tea: Gaba dragon Music: Brandenburg Concertos, Suite no 2. Reason for stopping: End of chapter 15.
Getting on with it.
Z pointed out last night that I hadn't really written anything for ages before this, and I was probably backed up, and I won't continue to produce novels at this speed. He's right of course, I had been fallow -- trying to write an AO sequel, and Beloved Enemy which I'd still like to write, and Turnover which I'm sorry to say I have actually given up on. But I am grateful for being able to do this. I love writing. Sonme writers don't, they like having written, but they don't actually enjoy the process of composing. I do. I like it of all things. I'd say my two favourite things to do are writing and having good conversations.
John and I headed over to Pacifica yesterday afternoon to check out the new Devil's Slide tunnel. It is very nice. That seems like an odd thing to say about a tunnel, but it's tall and broad and there's a breakdown lane and sidewalks on both sides of the roadway. Goodbye, beautiful but hair-raising and dangerous coastal road, all one mile of it, that had landslides every damn winter since it opened in 1937. Now we zip through the tunnel and emerge to still-scenic coast highway without the dangerous bits.
Oh, you could still plunge over a cliff if you tried, but believe me, I just saw that part of the coast from the air a couple weekends ago and it looks even more precarious from a plane. I am so happy about the tunnel.
We whizzed on past Moss Beach and Montara on our way to Half Moon Bay. We turned off near Miramar Beach for some coastal trail access and went for a long walk on the trail and then on the beach. There was virtually no one there. I have a hundred shots of empty beaches and ice poppy fields and no surfers. The sun shone, the sea boomed, the wind rustled its way through flowers and grasses and bent old Monterrey pines and we sat on a log of silvery grey driftwood just watching the waves curl and froth.
Then we drove to Pescadero for clam chowder and banana cream pie. We walked to the Country Bakery and bought artichoke-herb bread fresh from the oven, local bacon cured with applewood, cinnamon bread for tomorrow's breakfast. On the way home we stopped at a farm to buy fresh artichokes, celery, apricots, tomatoes and avocados. It was a good day. A good day.
I only knew him through LJ and email. He followed me back to my journal from intj, IIRC; his first comment in my journal was in 2005. I've known him -- insofar as he let himself be known -- for almost eight years. In the last year, he revealed more of himself, and I knew the nature of his problem -- but not how close to the end he was. Maybe he didn't know; maybe he didn't let himself know.
I am stunned and I am heartbroken. I will miss him. I wish he'd gotten more of life than he did; I'm glad he got what he did.
Not my idea of a good time, but I'm flying to California on Sunday to be in court on Monday (ongoing issues with the parental estate) and flying home again Monday evening. No Fun 4 U. Particularly not loving my Sunday itinerary, which involves an early flight to Phoenix, and a tediously long layover, just to get to Fresno only by late afternoon. I will pack several books and some knitting, and wave down to all my Californian friends as I pass by.
Star Wars And Doctor Who Fans Clash At Norwich Sci-Fi Convention "A sci-fi convention briefly turned to the dark side after police were forced to separate two rival groups of fans who clashed wearing full costumes. The force was called to the fourth Norwich Sci-Fi and Film Convention, hosted by the Norwich Star Wars Club, following reports of a fight between the organisers and Doctor Who fans in the Norwich Sci-Fi Club." [International Business Times] Which side will lure local Star Trek fandom into an alliance, I wonder?
I had my bag stolen tonight. Of course I lost my phone and this is a bitch, but what I am really, really annoyed about is the loss of my hearing aids, my British Library card, and the final four books I needed to read before I can start writing my chapter.
Thanks to the generosity of our donors, Friends of North Beach Park raised nearly $200 during GiveBIG on May 16th. This was very successful, considering our modest efforts.
A portion of these proceeds will be matched by the Seattle Foundation, for which we are also thankful.
The money raised will enable us to buy youth gloves and monitoring equipment, both of which will help us continue to restore North Beach Park.
You don’t need to wait for GiveBIG, though. You can make a donation to Friends of North Beach Park at any time, by following this link, and selecting “Friends of North Beach Park” from the Donation Designation drop-down list.
Monetary support will help us continue the work to help the forest, help the sound, and help the future.
Sassafras, a mostly female Viking a capella group, are doing a Kickstarter to raise money to produce their new album Sundown: Whispers of Ragnarok and to produce the play version at Balticon, and to film that so those of us who can't be there can see it later. I think they're awesome, and some of them are dear friends. Their music is one of the things that's been enabling me to be this productive this little while -- there are samples on the web page, I especially commend to your attention the song "My Brother, My Enemy" which is a duet for Odin and Loki.
Support nifty people working with interesting mythology! Give them some money! They're offering all kinds of great things at different levels.
And, I've offered to write two poems for them as stretch goals, one about Odin if they reach $10,000 and one about Loki at $14,000.
The Odin one would be posted here, and the Loki one initially sent to subscribers and then posted here in the fullness of time.
I have already written the Odin one. It's about Odin hanging on Yggdrasil, and it's quite long. If they don't raise enough for me to post it, in the true spirit of Ragnarok I will destroy it utterly and delete the file.
Scanning Google News, my eye fell on this headline from Bloomberg News:
Wow, I thought. Tesla Motors has sold a whole bunch of their cool electric sports cars. I've seen pictures of their hardtops, but not their convertibles.
Milliseconds later, the smaller print entered my brain:
An Australian politician has apologized for liking an illicit picture of a teenage boy on Facebook. In the picture, the boy was partaking in the time-honored Australian tradition of "sneaky nuts," whereby he was furtively exposing his genitals.
That ornament* to the Senate House of Representatives Louie Gohmert performed the difficult feat of making Attorney General Holder look good. I am happy to join in on the Gohmert pile-on.
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