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International Women's Day, Cat Abandonment, Dogs & Mermaid Down

3/8/2018

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It's been an okay day and yet I can't  beat the loneliness and sadness back.

I had to leave my kitty alone. I feel like I am abandoning her. Every time I have to leave I am acutely aware that she's getting old and that she is drifting away. The renal failure is making her lose weight. She's actually a nice weight now, but the loss, without me putting her on a diet, is concerning. 

I'm down in San Carlos again sitting for the Vizsla people. Boy are they  barky and active this time. I'm worried that the girl is going to destroy something and I'll be in trouble.

I'm just sad. I wanted so badly to have a Happy Birthday this year, to make a fuss over myself or more appropriately surround myself with friends who might make a fuss over me. So wistful. I had asked a friend a few months ago if she would plan me a party, but then she had a serious medical emergency and was recovering from surgery so I was not about to bring it up again. My friend Oliver, who works at Pixar, mentioned getting me in to see a screening of, A Wrinkle In Time tomorrow night, but I haven't heard back from him yet. 

I have been making multiple posts about a show that is actually happening ON MY BIRTHDAY: My friends Brian Kenney (Brian Kenney Fresno) and Paul Striker (Dr Striker) are playing. No one has responded, My roommate might go with me. But really, my fantasies of being surrounded by friends being entertained by wacky antics and groovy tunes and maybe getting a wee bit tipsy are quickly deflating.


ON A MORE INSPIRATIONAL NOTE!

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Today being International Women's Day, I have to say, I am lucky enough to know a lot of amazing women! I wanted to name a few of the ones who really inspire me on a daily basis, who make me think, laugh or challenge me when I read their posts, women who have persisted and spoken up, continued despite racism, sexism, disabilities and other people's perceptions. Some of them are writers, musicians, social workers, artists, photographers, activists and some are all these things. Some have lived fascinating lives and what they are famous among their friends for is their kindness and how they make others feel. These are women who are confidently themselves and put their heart and soul into whatever they do: art, social justice, motherhood, their style!

I thought, I'll pick out 10 and name them here. Hmm. Maybe 20. Oh geez. Look at all the amazing women I could name, easily over a hundred who just rock my world. I narrowed the list down to 30. I wish I had time today to write a bit about each of them. Maybe I will go back and edit this at some point.

Here are just a few amazing women who you should maybe consider following (Not stalking, following) and keep an eye out for. If I have left you off, it's only because this list is so big already! If I had champagne in my hand, I'd toast you! 

Here's to:

Sheila Chandra
Autumn Tyr-Salvia
Meeks Baker
Victoria Victrola
Sumiko Saulson
Morrighan Desiree Bigelow
Rebecca G. Wilson
Mayu Ko
Danni Quitter
Cameo Wood
Jessamy Barker
Sharon Knight
Annika Mongan
Adrianne Street
Lorelei Aradia Snow
Kristen Oliver
Kate Martin
Linda Graniero
Victoria Slind-flor
Dana Hopkins
Crystal Blanton
Elizabeth Branson
Irene McCalphin
Amelia Hogan
Amy Hale
Theresa Sawyer
Lorraine Belcher Chamberlain
Cat Foshee
Kelsey Jacobsen
Valerie Mossman-Celestin!

​(and those I did not mention) Thank you for being brave, outspoken and inspiring, for adding beauty to the world, for making this a better place for women and everyone with your words, actions, work and art!

A Spot Of Absurdity!

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Don't make me drink alone! *Appropriate Mermaid Pout*
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Distracting Fantasies

3/9/2017

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My Kingdom! My Kingdom for a neck massage and a hot water bottle. 

I don't have a kingdom but I am The Empress Dammit! That ought to count for something!

​If you are sensing a theme here, you would be correct. Between the yoga workshop this weekend and blowing all my grocery money on a deep tissue massage I can finally move my neck. But it still hurts so bad, I have been wanting to put some heat on my neck but I no longer have a microwave to heat up my buckwheat pillow. I guess I need an old fashioned hot water bottle. I could also use another good neck rub, like a chair massage maybe? Boy every time I move or turn my head, my neck just grinds. Is this an engineering or a mechanical failure?
Don't get old. I do not advise it!
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If you could build your dream home, what would it be like?

Because architecture and the myriad of ways people express what home feels like to them interests me, I get a kick out of watching various UK home shows on Netflix! The vocabulary is fun to get used to "Sanitary Ware" instead of "bathroom fixtures." Homely means what we would call Homey rather than, plain, etc. I've really been having fun watching a show called, Grand Designs where people are building their own houses. Most of the homes are modern design and have some really unique material choices. One of my favorites so far are the couple who bought a windy airfield and built a huge steel and glass home on it. I kept having to rewind though because the husband is Scottish and the wife is from Spain, my two favorite accents. I tend to tune out the words and just hear the music of the accent. The other is Kevin McCabe's massive cob castle, Dingle Dell, which is still a work in progress.

Before it was a trend, I really wanted to build a tiny house, but I couldn't find anyone with land to park it on and right now it's beyond my means. When I was younger, if you said I could build the house of my dreams it would have been something large and grand with fabulous things like stables and a paddock, a huge library, massive cook's kitchen, a pool, an atrium and a music studio. Now, I would want something in Northern California or of course, Scotland, near the woods and the ocean or at least a river or lake. And it would have a small kitchen with good storage and an excellent stove or "range," a nice little "snug" "reception room" as they say instead of "living room." It would have a cozy bedroom with a storage and dressing area hidden away. And it would have a library/music/ writing nook. I might like a garden outside or a wee greenhouse. There would be lovely views but not giant windows. It might be round or at least have some curves. A roof like The Sea Ranch Chapel (pictured) but covered in sedum, perhaps? And it might have modern ideas, conveniences and energy efficiency but it would be some blend of hobbit cottage, gypsy vardo, yurt, sailing ship influenced by a Gaudi-esque dream.
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So spill it, what's your fantasy home?
By the way, I've run out of episodes of Grand designs on Netflix. FYI, their season one is actually something like season 13 of the actual series. It ended with an island cottage on the Thames that has dragon scale siding and is amphibious. In other words it has a floating basement and can rise as much as 12 feet when it floods. This architectural concept would be awesome for places like New Orleans! Pictures and a video that shows how it works here!

​The owners have a wind sculpture of a dragon on top
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So Much Ouchness!

3/8/2017

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If I gaze deep into your eyes and say, "I wanna neck"
Sorry, it probably won't mean what you think it means.
It means, "Ouch! I literally want a new neck!
​This arthritis and aging shite is the worst!"

This has been a really rough week. I'm glad to be halfway through it.

I'm still in a lot of physical pain. I had to break up with my Nurse Practitioner, but I got a new one. My Care Coordinator once again proved she is made of awesome!

Today was the last appointment with my therapist before she goes on to her new job. I was determined not to cry, but I teared up, then she teared up and then I had to grab a fist full of tissue. I was the very first client she had at NAHC so I've been with her the longest. I guess it feels good that she's going to miss me too.

I came home to find a birthday card from Libby which was really nice. I'm going to wait to open it. I fed the kitties, scooped their "toilets," took a shower and pondered what vegetable will go in my ramen noodles tonight. When I parked my car, I had to walk by the pizza place which was torture. When was the last time I had pizza? I reminded myself that Leaning Tower's pizza is overpriced and it's good but not great, but that doesn't stop it from smelling really good! Seriously, I think it's been over a year since I had a slice of pizza. That is sad.

I'm not entirely sure yet, but I think I have Friday off. I kinda want to go somewhere or do a thing but I am just too broke. I may just hermit the heck out of my birthday. I have no idea how I will be feeling or what my emotional state will be. It's a mystery. I do wish my birthday could be in some other month when I might have money and not be reminded of sad anniversaries but there it is sitting there like a big pile of poo on the same date each year.

If I Won The Lottery...

Of course I have plans for helping people and all kinds of practical self care items (Thanks Capricorn Rising) like food and shelter on it, but you know, of all the things on my list of, what I'd do if I won the lottery or had some huge windfall, pain motivates me most.

I would immediately make appointments for stem cell therapy and get some relief for the osteoarthritis that plagues my knees and my neck! Medicare/Medicaid will cover most of the $50K of knee replacement surgery only when it gets to the point that I can't walk and there's nothing else to do. They will cover a few physical therapy appointments which won't solve the issue. But they won't cover any of the approximately $500-$800 for stem cell therapy which has shown great effectiveness so far! It's absolutely crazy!

So yeah, I'd go straight from the bank to the specialist and then I'd be helping a whole lot of people out with a spring in my step!
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#ItsExpensiveToBePoor
There are all kinds of cool knee repairs now! 

​There's also one that replaces the missing knee cartilage with a silicone gel! For the stem cell therapy they grow the stem cells from your own fat and inject it. They have found that a small dose is most effective and when they first started they were doing multiple injections. Now, one is usually enough. The therapy has been available for about 7 years but insurance still considers it experimental. Almost all patients get some notable degree of lasting relief and many are able to return to regular activity pain free.

James Balog, the photographer who has been documenting climate change by time lapse photographing glaciers destroyed his knees. He had it done successfully and even talks about it in, Chasing Ice. If you haven't seen Chasing Ice, by the way, you should! He had injections back in 2010 when they were just starting to do the procedure here in the US. Back then they cost 4-5K a pop. He's still going strong.
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GO Phish! You Gotta Get Up Pretty Early in the Morning to Catch this Mermaid!

6/10/2016

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And here is an example of why you don't accept random friend requests on Facebook or you shouldn't........

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 I opened my friend requests this morning to see a request from this guy, or someone pretending to be this guy. Who knows where he got the photo. It was accompanied by another face obscurred photo of a guy that looks like he's in the military. For all I know, the fatigues are a costume. But most likely, these photos were stolen from a service member. There is absolutely nothing identifying. It is always a giant red flag when I receive a friend request from someone I don't know presenting themselves as a soldier. It is a common scam.

It's a brand spankin' new profile, clearly. We have no friends in common. The photos are unidentifiable and generic. Can we say, phishing scam? I knew that you could.

So I reported the profile and blocked it. I also did a search using the photo. Sometimes you get a hit for stock photo. for Kenny Morris, Jr.  I only got a few hits, none for that name. I did find a Google Plus profile that was pretty much empty under the name, "Lt. Morris Anderson, Jared" with a whopping 7 followers. There is also a Google Plus Profile with this photo under the name, Kelsie Rook!

He has a MySpace page under the name, "Kelvin Morris."  Which has a huge photo of several US Marines in what looks like a classroom scene of some sort. He lists his location as Kabul, Afghanistan Kelvin says, "am a simple guy who is here to meet really nice people if they are on here. am a lover of country music and r&b." Kelvin is connected to 151 people but only 17 are connected to him. His elaborate bio, "am just me. i live to serve and protect."

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Is there a Kelvin Morris? Probably not. This guy sure has a lot of aliases! Are these pictures him? Nope.

Whoever these photos belonged to originally, probably has no clue they are out there being used to scam people. He may not know his photos were stolen from his social media, that an account got spoofed, his phine was stolen or his computer hacked​.


The person or persons making these profiles are probably in Africa or Asia typing out earnest messages full of typos and linguistic tells that spell out what they think gullible Americans want to hear. 
Then I found a link to this page, a repository for scammers who use romance/dating sites:
Safan Morris Cole, safran_cole@yahoo.com
It's rather fascinating reading. The thread gives other aliases and also an example of the kind of bullshit filled letters he has written on sites like match.com
A little bit of a stomach turner is that searching using one of the images linked to a list of names of soldiers who had died in Afghanistan. 

And THIS LINK, specifically warning about Nigerian scammers posing as military.
Please actual friends of mine, be smart!
  • Be wary of friend requests from people you are in fact, actually friends with. Check it out first. It may be a spoof account.
  • If you don't know the person or have friends in common that verify they actually do know the person, delete the request.
  • Friending anyone that sends you a request makes it easier for scammers to look legit when the friend you and then send requests to all of your friends.
  • Foreign accounts and military accounts which may be hard to verify are popular devices for scammers, as are the "hot chick" accounts.
**I know this is more difficult for artists and public figures because accepting friend requests is how you build a fan base.
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On Gratitude and Great Roommates

6/9/2016

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My roommate is generally pretty awesome, but he's just gotten bonus awesome points!

He took off for a few days and gave me his spot in the garage! So tonight I'm doing mass shopping and errands because I don't have to worry about where I'll park or how far I'll have to carry things! I think he's pretty much guaranteed that I'll keep feeding him! 
UPDATE:

I'm on my way home with a car stuffed full of people food, cat food, household supplies and as a previous roomie, Eric Katz used to say, "A raft of toilet paper." I live close to the lake. I suppose I could see if it actually holds up as a raft but....

Then again, maybe not. I drink a lot of tea. I need all the TP.

Hard thing about shopping for food these days is that when I get home I will immediately want to cook all the things but I'll be too tired so I'll just have leftovers!
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Major gratitude for the guarenteed parking spot tonight.
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Stupid Soon To Be Former Roommate Tricks

3/9/2016

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Hmmm. Guess Brattipantz really wanted to make sure I took my TV remote. She's been sticking the remote for her fiance's PlayStation on top of my stuff for several days now. I pick it up, put it by the PlayStation and the next day it's back. After all the shit they've pulled they're lucky I'm an honest person and still taking the high road. I'm sick of moving it so this time I thought a little clarification was in order!
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Been trying to unwind and sleep with no success. Stressing out and not sleeping is not helpful!
I can't be in two places at once amd my landlady is not going to be reasonable.

First, I have to look after this kitty. No, I don't have to be here 24 hours a day but she's on chemo. She needs extra meals snd special care. When I am packing in Vallejo today, I will either have to quit or drive back to Oakland and then to Vallejo again because I have to give her a chemotherapy.

I need to be here but I also have to be home packing and organizing. One of the reasons this is taking so long is that I had just emptied out a storage unit before my landlady gave me notice. She knew that too. Would have been nice if she had said, maybe you should hold off on that. Also, would have been nice if she had just accepted my notice or given me the same amount of time (90 days) she gave the other tenant.

So I need to do all that! But I also need to find movers and figure out how I'm going to pay for that and that means phone calls and emails.

I also need to write an email to my landlady to key get know my time frame, ask if there is any leeway and tell her about the TV incident. That will take time I don't have.

I need to go to storage and pay my phone bill and buy cat food and urgently need more boxes and to make sure I'm there on Thursday when my friend comes to pick up my plants.
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I can't leave anything and I have to be out by Saturday. I also need to be out of my house sit early on Saturday!
It's been hard to get any help. I realize nobody wants to come up to Vallejo. I realize they also don't want to have too be anywhere near my housemate. A friend offered to help today but I didn't get enough done yesterday to be ready for the help. Actually, what I really need is for someone to run my errands and buy my boxes while I focus on packing. Yeah, like that's gonna happen. *sad trombone*

Everything hurts. So tired. I overslept. I know I needed the sleep, but damn! This does not bode well for getting work done.
By the way. Tomorrow is my birthday. Obviously, I'm not going to be able to do anything like celebrating. In fact, it's going to be a pretty grim and lonely day. So, if you are inclined to post birthday salutations on my timeline tomorrow, I am really going to appreciate any effort to make me laugh! 

DON'T FORGET TO EAT!

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Everything is taking so long. Spilled molasses is faster! Me oversleeping, cancer kitty needing extras meals, taking to potential movers, trying to figure out how to pay for them, coordinating other things or rather trying, rain, traffic and I hadn't even eaten yet!

So, I stopped at, Benicia Coffee Company, my favorite coffee place for a fuel up and free therapy from the awesome people who work here! Next stop storage followed by unfortunately, only a few more hours of work before I have to head back.
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Amazing Article HERE on women in Archeology!
Positive, feel good reflection in the midst of all this stress!

One of the many things I loved about my anthropology professor, Donald Wren, besides being a great teacher and one of the best bosses I've ever had, was he told me about the women who made all branches of anthropology a great scientific discipline instead of minimizing or ignoring them. He encouraged a lot of female students to go into the field. I often wonder where my life would have taken me if I had followed through with transferring to UC Berkeley to study archeology as he hoped I would.

AND BACK TO THE SHITE!

Damn! I worked my ass off today! And still I don't as much packed as I needed to at this point. I am physically breaking. Going to send my landlady an update tonight for all the good it will do me. I have movers scheduled and I am going to have to let them pack my food and remaining kitchen stuff.
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I'm really hoping I wake up at a decent time tomorrow. I can't leave super early because of the kitty. I have to make a trip to storage first. Then I have to meet the friend taking my plants. I want to scream. Movers come at 830am on Friday. Fuuuuuuuuudge!
My back hurts so bad. It's spasming and I can tell it's on the edge of seizing up. Please noooooo!

Additional Stream of Expletives

Decided to stop at Hilltop on way back rather than drive all the way up to American Canyon for more bankers boxes. Was going to get 30. When I finally found them they only had 10.

When I asked if they could check with the stockroom, "Oh no. We close at 11! Also, it's not in my job description."

"Really? The Walmart official website says you are open until midnight."

*blank stare*

By the way, if it's not in your job description, I'm thinking you can page someone who can check such things.

I am not going to run back up to American Canyon. If I have to run out to get boxes anywhere tomorrow, I'm not going to have time to put things in them.
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Right now one thing I'm regretting, besides still having to draw breath in this frustrating world, is that I gave all the boxes from my last move to someone who unfriended me over black lives matter.
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Need HALP!

3/8/2016

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Really? Nobody is free to help me tomorrow?
​I guess people are sick to death of moving me!

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This is not an attractive building. But cheery flowers in the lobby feel welcoming!
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One thing that's cool about apartments is when management allows tenants to have a giveaway spot. I've even left things here a few times when cat-sitting and they've been snapped up by the next day.

After all the crap I went through trying to rehome my big TV, guess what I see in the lobby last night? It's not as nice as mine but it's as big, and I'm sure it's as heavy! Still here this afternoon.

I feel for this person. They may have to haul it away.
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#Irony
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On one hand, this is the view from my bedroom window.

​​On the other hand THIS is the view from my front steps.

​There's no direct neighbor but there is some sort of deck to the side with a motion sensor light. Did I mention that I am right over the parking garage? Lol. It's loud but still less annoying than Stompy McStomperson. Actually the building seems pretty quiet.

Roomie has a spot in the garage. I'm stuck with street parking which means I've got to be on top of the street sweeping schedule. I may not want to be coming and going as much late at night either and no leaving stuff in my car! It's a tough neighborhood for parking!

I need a Gary Moore Fix!

"Some of us will win. Some of us will lose.
The strong will survive. Some of us will fall. Some of us won't get out of here alive!"
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Blargh! Traffic was terrible, really terrible on the way back to Vallejo! And I had to stop at Trader Joe's and Walgreens in Pinole on the way back. Stupid me, got food for myself and forgot to get food for my kitty!

At least the housemate and fiance let me have my parking spot. It makes it much easier to put things in my car. Even though I won't be able to go to storage until tomorrow I may preload the car tonight. It will hurt my gas mileage, but could be a time saver! As it is, between gas and toll I am spending about $20 a day!

They are both here so I'm just praying there's no trouble. I just want to get in and get things done! I really can't spend much time here tonight. First thing I'm going to do is try to send some emails to movers on craigslist. Then see what I can do in about 3-4 hours. Looks like I will just spend the day here tomorrow.

I just can't move that fast and I am out of boxes again! I'm done! Looks like I am on my own tomorrow and I will be spending much of my birthday packing as well.

This going back and forth and doing this alone is impossible. I may have to message my landlady and say I need more time, which means I won't get my money back. She made that clear. Also, wouldn't put it past them tossing my stuff or locking me out. Sure I can take them to court after but my stuff will be damaged or gone. I need this done!
Left messages and emailed about 20 movers. First one called me back tonight and estimate is $350-$400.

I'm sure euthanasia would be cheaper.

I have to go back to Oakland now! I hope my new housemate likes me as much as his cats do and that our kitties get along so I can stay. I'm planning on leaving a lot of stuff in boxes just in case, but I have a good feeling about it.

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February 25, 2016

2/25/2016

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Feck. I'm just too tired. They finally went to bed and they actually washed most of their dishes. Of course now there is no room to put my dishes should I wash them. Bleh.
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I'm too tired to go ahead and cook something I might eat tomorrow or pack anything into the car. I'm even too tired to make my bed. I'll watch the last X-Files episode that everyone is bitching about while I finish my laundry. Then hopefully, I will sleep and have a productive day tomorrow. Oh please!
Oh damn! You all were right. Episode 6 of the X-Files was just plain awful! Too explainy! Too much crap just jam packed into one episode. Too much happening too fast. It's like they tried to tie up the whole series just in case it never comes back AND leave it at a cliffhanger just in case it does. Poopie. But Gillian Anderson's hair sure did look pretty.

I actually liked episodes 2,3,4 & 5 ok. 1 was not very good and 6 was atrocious.​
Once I realized I wasn't going to get anything done last night, It still took me several hours to get to sleep. Once I did, I was in deep. Lots of strange dreams which are already slipping from my conscious brain.

I had set the alarm for a bit after noon because that would give me a decent amount of sleep and hopefully I would get a good amount of packing in and at least one load to storage. I slept through my alarm and woke up about 130. I'm exhausted though. Still feeling sleep deprived. I'm starting to wonder if I've developed apnea.
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I've already packed my coffee maker so it's going to be black tea and cold cereal in one of the bowls I have left. Just hoping I make some progress before I have to go to go to Berkeley this evening.
Well I'm off to storage with a full car.

Unfortunately, a full small car is not that much stuff. I got my last media shelf out of Hades' den moments before he pulled up. Instead of going through the entire house I used the slider door which goes directly outside. This meant I had to *gasp* carefully move the crap he had piled in front of the door out of the way. I was shutting the door just as he came up. He looked pissed. Too bad.

A few minutes later as I'm starting to pack some stuff in the kitchen and living room Brattipantz came in, living up to her nickname dumping a load of her laundry in, yelling (her version of speaking) to Hades. I walked into the living room and saw she had thrown her purse and other things right on top of the boxes and things I was packing. She cranked up her music and proceeded to bang around in the kitchen.
Real smart. Get in my way while I'm trying to pack, "houseguest." That is soooooo helpful.

It really is a commentary on the character of these two little brats that they behave like this and do things like threaten me and break my stuff. They know I am the kind of person who won't retaliate. I kind of envy people who would physically pay them back by breaking their stuff, threatening them or even assaulting them. I just can't behave like that. I even feel a little guilty for fantasizing about it.

I have to admit. I'm all sweaty and I thought how fun it would be to go stand in La Princessesa's way and ask her how it feels to be trying to do something but someone keeps fucking with you. I'd like to just put my stinky pit in her face. *giggle* But you know what, even of I thought I could get away with it, I couldn't. And Brattipantz is hella fit. I'm disabled and have little strength. She'd kick my ass and I'd get in trouble for it.
Just gotta keep at it and move on. It's their karma. Hope they reap what they sow. I won't be around to see it.
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#CountingTheDays 
#ComingUpShortStreet 
#HowCanPeopleBeSoHorrible
Mission accomplished, partially.

​My back is a real mess. My hands feel like they are on fire. All my muscles are fatigued. I'm not supposed too be doing anything I've been doing but I have to.

I suppose I should feel some sort of sense of accomplishment at achieving what I've done so far but all I can do is think about how much is left to do, how little time I have to do it, and worry whether I can get things out before they mess with anything else and how I'm found to pay for it.

Then there's the very real pricetag of fatigue; I dropped my phone today and cracked the screen. It still works but it's hard to read things on it and the cracks ate sharp enough that they catch my finger everyone I move them across it. I am wondering if I really can do this and if it's worth it right now.
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I'm going to take a little break before i drive to Berkeley. I don't want to be an unsafe driver. Hopefully resting my muscles and some coffee will do the trick.
Hmm. On negative campaigning. There's a lot of internet fuss today about HRC not releasing the transcripts of her speeches and a few nasty comments from people who supposedly attended. This is in addition to the ongoing criticism of her *omg* taking money to speak to big banks, etc.

Sorry. I think this is mostly a non issue. I'm not particularly thrilled about it but I don't think it means anything. A woman with a lot of experience, who no longer works for a company and no longer works for the government should get paid big bucks for speaking engagements. I don't think she should turn down paying gigs unless it's say, for the KKK. Take the job. Take the pay. If her speeches sounded like cheer leading well, that's probably the speech she was paid to give. Unless they say, don't pull any punches. Be critical. Most convention speakers are hired to inspire and encourage the group. This is not a stump speech. It's not a sell out. It might not be ideal but *shrug*, it's a paycheck. I also think the transcripts of private speeches are nobody's business. And it may not even be legal to release them since they are part of a contracted job with a private company.

There are plenty of more applicable criticisms. This one's just dumb. It's just an attempt to underscore the association with big banking. I'm just sick of the negative stuff. I want substance. I want to know why I should vote for Bernie, not how horrible Hillary is.
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If I had the time and energy I'd research all the other speaking engagements HRC took.

Laugh Interlude! This is adorable!

And also, I never got into friends, but this is a fun use of it! *giggle*

One more. They actually made Friends funny!
Superfriends meets Friends - episode 2:

One of the things I'm looking forward to about moving back to Oakland is NO MORE TRIPS TO WALMART!
I hate myself for going there but right now they're are things I need and I have so little money that it is Walmart or nothing. They have affordable bankers boxes and they also have really cheap frozen dinners . I''m hoping I can cram them into the overly full freezer. I also got screen protecting film (not cheap) for my poor cracked phone.
I waited in line, got up to the register and went through the repetition of, "No, thank you. I don't want a bag" with the cashier.
I asked if I coukd do part on my debit card and the rest cash. "Yes."
(I knew I wanted to put $15 on my card) "Which do you want first, card or cash?"
"Cash."
Damn. Ok now I have to do math in my head bit I'm tiiiiiiired. I hand her my last $22 in cash which should cover the food, phone film and tax.
She gives me am updated balance of more than $30.
Wait. What?
She had rung up my banker boxes twice. 
"No. This isn't right. I didn't get two packs of ten boxes. I got one. "
The cashier insists that she rung it up correctly, even arguing with me that I bought a "double pack. " She prints out a copy of the receipt and shoves it at me.
By this time, of course, a line is building up behind me.
I push the receipt back toward her and say, "Look, you obviously rang this up twice. There are two seperate entries here. I just bought a ten pack last week. It wasn't $30. It was $15"
The woman behind me turned out to be a Walmart supervisor who just got off shift. She quietly told the cashier to take off the extra charge, which the cashier begrudgingly did.
This is the first time I have not felt compassion for a WalMart employee. 
Exhausted to the point of stupidity, moi swipes her card and is declined.
It dawns on me that I pulled the wrong card and I say a prayer of thanks that my bank didn't let me become overdrawn. I apologize to the person behind me and run the proper card.
Then I escape with my boxes if not my dignity!
In a couple of weeks it'll be WalMart; never again!
Ok. Enough dawdling Lorelei. It's time to go "home."
I've just popped off a little prayer that for once this week the house will be quiet when I get home. I just want to take a warm shower and try to get to bed in peace!
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February 25, 2015

2/25/2016

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Actually, most of the time I don't care, however, lately my body has been telling me it is ready to sleep by 10 or 11 but my brain refuses to cooperate. So I continue to fall asleep between 4am-7am. Then I wake up exhausted a few hours later. I would just let myself fall asleep and snooze all day but that might be embarrassing.

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Merph lost a whisker today.

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Exhibit A:
This. This, is why it's so hard to leave the house or get anything done!
LiLi has just claimed my lap for the Empire of Catlandia.
I am doomed!
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It was noted that, "if I adjusted the frame to hide the cat, it would look like you're presenting your boobs."

Sigh. the boobs. Another thing I can't do anything about. They follow me everywhere! They insist on perching on my chest. They refuse to be covered up or minimized. They just keep saying, "Hey there! How you doin'?" They keep breaking bras. What am I gonna do? I'm double doomed!
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I really love this Mendocino area house/cat sitting job. Being able to bring my kitty is the best. It's so serene.

Here it is 830 PM and I'm already in my pajamas! I probably won't be asleep for hours but there's something about the dark, heaviness of the night here that tells my body it's time to start using less energy. I have my kitty, my cup of chocolaty rosebud tea and an engrossing Octavia Butler novel!

I was treated to another fabulous dinner tonight of the type I have not been able to afford in some time. Grateful for kindness and generosity of friends. Grateful for doing things I enjoy and having chill time! Grateful for relief from being stressed. This moment is good, very good. Cheers! — feeling grateful.

And now that I'm all comfy cozy, Ice cream is calling me. I can hear it all the way upstairs! I am trying to resist. At least there is actually ice cream in the house.  Nothing worse than a craving you can't satisfy.
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Life Happens: June 14, 2015

6/14/2015

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Wow! For a while I had both, The Mysterious Germoe and the Obvious Funky Ear Tony on the bed with me. Tony is still here sprawled out and snoozing. Germoe has departed to do Mysterious things.
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530PM - 

Suddenly I am impossibly tired.

I decided I had better sit down and eat properly before heading home. It was really good but I'm finding I have no spoons to run the rest of my errands! Eep!

I have really had it with this continuously feeling lousy ON TOP of my already chronic pain and other symptoms. Tomorrow I'll start trying to get an appointment with my doctor again. It would be nice to find out if there's something wrong or if it's just tension and stress.

Going to try to push through. All I have left to do is stop in Pinole on my way home for groceries and allergy meds (I'll see how I feel when I get that far) then Crockett to drop off packing supplies for friends.

​I'd gladly pay you Spoonday for some energy today.

MORRIGHAN : Those who do not live with chronic pain and fatigue might not understand what you're really trying to express. I suppose that would make sense, right? How can one understand what is completely unknown to them. I understand. I'm so sorry, Sister.

ME: Yes. When your body says, "STOP!" it's not kidding around!
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AMIR: Here are some virtual spoons for you.


I have many friends who understand all too well what I am going through!

9PM-
​Finally!  Nothing better than coming home to my own cuddly kitty who is gurgle-purring up a storm!

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Happiness Is!

LiLi is smiling too, really she is!
Matthew: that cat looks like it's barely tolerating you. cute pix tho'.
Me: That's pretty much LiLi's normal expression. It's the reason one of her nicknames is, Grumpitha!
930PM One of the things I like about my strange little secret neighborhood. Not only did I come home to the sound of happy chickens, it sounds suspiciously like my neighbor has a goat. I hear adorable baby goat sounds.
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MORRIGHAN: Goats don't like to be alone. I raised them for several years. They need a friend.
ME:If itis a goat, it may not be here for long. I'm afraid to ask. I grew up in the central valley and sometimes latino families would bring home a goat for a quinceanera or other event and slaughter it to cook shortly before the party. I'm hoping they have it here for milk and that there's a buddy.
GINA: That goat is probably dinner.
TAMMY: Can you get milk for cheese? 
ME: Doubtful. I still haven't been able to score any eggs!

*** Note I heard this goat sound off and on for months. By the end I was pretty sure it was a feral cat that had a strange bleating vocalization.
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11PM - Since y'all won't shut up already and I've had to try to scroll quickly by about 12 posts about Game of Porn, I'm about to watch it now. I just made a pot of Chocolate, Hazelnut, Orange Tea. Pillows are fluffed . Kitty is settled. It's GAME ON!
Looks like at least 10 of you had cows after watching. Now let's see if I have a cow too.
GINA: Game of porn? That's a new one.
ME: I came up with that name after watching the first few episodes.

JASON: Hehe, you said "fluffed" in a post about "Game of Porn."

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1130PM- *cackles of enjoyment*​

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Goodnight

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