We're okay. Everyone is still healthy and we have enough to eat. But honestly fuck every bit of this bullshit right in the motherfucking ear.  This entry was originally posted at https://sbearbergman.dreamwidth.org/35425.html.

QUESTIONS TO ASK YOURSELF BEFORE GIVING UP

November 19, 2015
by Kaitlyn Boulding

Questions to ask yourself before giving up:

Are you hydrated?
When did you last
glut your thirst
with a handful of spring?

Have you eaten anything
besides emails or your fingernails
in the last three hours? Have you
pulled the protein out of an oak
tree or palmed an avocado
pit ( Read more... )

 1) Over the weekend, something great and also awful happened. One of the little kids in our co-op was briefly not accounted for. All of the ground-floor homes have backyards that open onto a central courtyard, and the courtyard is gated with a deadbolt at each end. So we're all relatively easy about letting the kids run around and be marginally ( Read more... )

 1) Weesauce had a total meltdown this morning and I have no idea why. He was finishing his breakfast while his Abba went to get the car, because we were running a bit behind this morning. And then suddenly he shoved his feet in his Crocs and tried to run after Abba and go with him to get the car, and when I told him no he dashed off anyhow, and ( Read more... )

 1) I have a new fitness program, a new project management utility, and we're working on a household budget. I am in grave danger of becoming a responsible adult.

2) Though, I did have chocolate milk and popcorn for lunch so. Maybe it's not so all-encompassing yet. But I am trying to locate my ducks, with the eventual intention of coaxing them into ( Read more... )

 I would like you all to know that today I tilled the actual damn soil for my husband's garden. Sheep manure, hoe, untold gallons of water, and a lot of chopping and pulling. Now it's a glorious dark mudpit of rich, fertile soil and I am exhausted. Win/win.

(I mistyped the first 'win' as 'sin' and, when I looked at it, started grousing and I made ( Read more... )

Relief is exactly the right word-my chosen family, and especially my constellation of intimates, is my harbour in the world. Some days I really need one. But it’s not just an end-of-the-day sense of relief, the kind where after the travails of a workday you get to finally take your shoes off and put your feet up and have a short measure of ( Read more... )

1. Mr. Weesauce is a late-to-bed, late-to-rise kind of a kid (we joke that he's on the disco schedule). Left to his own devices he goes to sleep at 10pm and wakes up at 9am, which makes it relatively easy to go to evening things with him if we want to as long as we make sure he's had plenty of dinner. But the thing I love is that sometimes when we ( Read more... )

 1) I got to co-keynote a conference today with my Secret Agent Lover Man 

( Read more... )

 Sometimes, I do storytelling events called Speakeasies. They're the story equivalent of a house concert - intimate venue, informal vibe, small group all scattered around someone's living room; I named it a Speakeasy because I wanted to preserve the slightly in-the-know feeling whole moving away from the formality of a salon, which is the other ( Read more... )