luscious_purple: women's rights (Default)
1. I'm writing this post on Nick's new laptop, which is now mine, of course. I wonder if I'll ever feel as if it's completely "mine." His name pops up when I go to sign in, and I enter his password (thank goodness he used the one from his previous computer, because I didn't have time to ask him about All The Things before he died). I wonder if I should try out his LOTR Online game....

2. I really should pay DW a bit of money so that I can have some new icons.

3. I want some of those icons to reflect the current political situation, but I will not use the face of a certain dictator whom I hate. I don't want to see his face on DW.

4. It's the middle of May. I should really dig out the rest of my spring clothes (and start sorting out Nick's). However, I am also really far behind on the baronial newsletter.

5. I also have about a month to figure out whether I can go to Pennsic. More about that in another post.

Aftermath

Feb. 23rd, 2025 10:06 pm
luscious_purple: Paint Branch UU Chalice (Paint Branch Chalice)
Content warning: grief in the aftermath of death.

To continue the story of Christmas evening... )

The first few days were ... tough. I cried for almost no reason. Read more... )

On Thursday the 26th Maugie and Patches invited me and a couple of other friends over to dinner. They gave me the courage to text Nick's parents from his phone (but identifying myself as myself, NOT as Nick, of course). The next morning Nick's mother wrote back, and we started exchanging messages. Apparently the ME's office had left her a phone message asking her to come to Baltimore to pick up her son's body, and she had thought it was a hoax at first. Well, duh, who wouldn't think that?!? I also had to explain a few things to her. She thought that Nick worked at the National Archives and that he was dating a woman (named Kathy) with a brain tumor. Uh, nope, not true at all. No wonder Nick didn't want me to meet his parents, in case I accidentally told the truth.

Anyhow, Nick's mother (a retired Episcopal priest) made arrangements with a Maryland funeral home to have Nick cremated. In the spring she will have his remains interred in the family plot in southern Michigan, where his grandparents are buried and where Nick's parents will eventually be interred. He won't be alone for eternity.

In the days afterward, Patches and another SCA friend, Clara, helped me go through all the stuff in my storage unit and pull out things that belonged to Nick and that his family might be interested in. (That was a *lot* of work.) Two other friends, Marilyn and Dave, came by my place and helped me take down the Christmas decorations. I'm glad I didn't have to do that alone because of all the floods of memories. Dave also unclogged the bathroom drains for me, and Marilyn brought me a lovely bouquet of flowers.

On January 9th I met Nick's mother and brother at the Blue and Green Cottage. (Nick's father didn't make the trip from San Antonio because he has Parkinson's.) Nick's mother was very pleasant, all things considered, and she didn't want to take too much stuff -- just family photos, letters to and from his late grandmother during World War II, a few shirts he sewed for himself, a couple of knickknacks. Nick's brother didn't say much. He is just not talkative, apparently. The two of them spent only about 90 minutes here.

There were a couple of things Nick's mother wanted that I couldn't find before her visit: a cardigan sweater that belonged to his grandfather and a Japanese sword that was some sort of spoils of WWII. Nick's brother came by, solo, to pick them up once I found them. He wasn't any more talkative.

Nick's mother and I had agreed on the disposition of Nick's stuff: I can keep the household goods, his clothes should go to charity, etc. To be honest, I think I'm going to keep his T-shirts because we took the same size. I just want to find a good place to donate his pants and miscellaneous stuff to -- a charity that will actually give the clothes to homeless people and/or refugees, as opposed to the places that resell only a small fraction of what they receive and throw the rest into either fabric recycling or the landfill. Given how Nick and I teetered on the edge of homelessness a couple of years ago, it seems only right to use his wardrobe to help people who really need the help. Especially in these cold, cruel days of the new Amerikan dictatorship.

I guess I haven't really probed all my feelings about Nick's passing. I'll put them in another post when I get a chance (I've got only a couple of days left before I disappear into the election-judging void for seven straight days -- primary for my county's special election). My emotions have veered all over the place, particularly in the last few weeks. They have taken me into some completely unexpected headspace. It's been an emotional roller-coaster.
luscious_purple: Paint Branch UU Chalice (Paint Branch Chalice)
CONTENT WARNING: DEATH.

And, yes, I know I am writing about something that happened seven weeks ago.

I don't think I ever mentioned this on Dreamwidth before, but the person I've been calling "the boy toy" for many years had a real name: Nicholas, shortened to Nick.

Nick and I had such a wonderful Christmas Day together. Until the worst happened.

How it all happened... )

To be continued...
luscious_purple: The middle class is too big to fail! (middle class)
I have to pick the boy toy up at the airport in a few hours. He's flying back from a week with his parents in San Antonio. I always insist on knowing the flight number when I'm picking someone up from the airport, because in 1989 I was supposed to pick up a co-worker at the airport, heard about a jetliner crash in Iowa (I think, IIRC), and had a panic attack because I had NO idea where she was coming from, which airline she was using, etc. (She has family and friends all over the country.) Fortunately, she was NOT on that plane and was waiting for me at Logan Airport.

I'll be glad to have him back, because he keeps me on schedule (in an "accountability partner" kind of way). I have been in major ADHD mode these last few days. Baronial newsletter, finishing "get out the vote" postcards to get them to Florida before Hurricane Milton, watching TV, reading news stories on the computer, blah blah blah. Meanwhile, I have a highly technical feature article to write.

The good news about early voting: I'm scheduled to work for all eight days of it. The bad news about early voting: I have been assigned to a different early-voting station. Not that much farther away, but still, I was looking forward to seeing the folks who work in College Park. Particularly that lifestyle blogger who supports her whole family with that blog. Dang, I wish I could do that!

Now that I am a baronial chronicler, I really find this piece hilarious. And eerily aligned with today's Nobel Prize in physics.
luscious_purple: Star Wars Against Hate (Star Wars Against Hate)
I had thought I was going to work as an election judge only on Maryland primary day, May 14. When I went for the usual training session, I was told that the early-voting slots had been filled during previous training sessions. Oh, well....

Then last week I received two email letters from the Board of Elections, one calling me in for the odd-numbered days of early voting and the other stating I would be working on the even-numbered days. Huh? I checked with the office and found that I am indeed supposed to work all eight of the days from 6 a.m. to 9 p.m. Hmmm, interesting. Since I've been specially trained as a provisional ballot and same-day registration judge, I speculate that perhaps there's a shortage of election judges in my specialty. Or maybe someone quit suddenly. Whatever.

At any rate, I have to prepare for eight straight days of getting up really early, being off the Internet for long stretches, and toting my food (at least there's a small kitchen with a microwave and fridge). The boy toy will not have the car for eight days, which will annoy him, although he does plan to take the Metro to downtown DC for the non-EU embassy open houses. Oh, well, he'll be going to see his parents in San Antonio for a week later in May, so he'll get his "change of scenery" then. And I'll be getting a nice big paycheck, almost as big as one for a feature article.

In other news, I noticed that "Three Weeks for Dreamwidth" is happening. I have never before participated, but I guess I'll check it out. Anything that gets me to interact with this site more often is probably a good thing.
luscious_purple: scribal blot (scribal icon)
In late March, I wrote but never posted:

Now that my latest feature article is done, what do I do next?

As I had been promising myself, I started practicing the ukulele. Since I've taken up several musical instruments over my ever-lengthening life, I know that the beginning is the steepest part of the learning curve. My left-hand fingertips felt tender, but I can say I know three chords now: C, F, and A minor. All three involve only one or two fingers. I really want to learn G major, but that involves three fingers, which is a bit more cumbersome for my non-dominant hand and brain. Still, I want to learn, even if I learn at a slower pace than a youngster.

I am still singing with Laydes Fayre, Mistress Arianna's group, but I had to skip the March 22 practice session because I had to attend a church trustees' meeting about candidates for our next developmental minister. That's about all I can say because of confidentiality rules.

Then this weekend came about, and I am

I was probably going to write, "I am so tired I can barely write..." *grin* Fast forward to late April.

The weekend of March 22-23 was a double-event weekend in my SCA world. On Saturday I went to Defending the Gate, at which one of my friends got her Laurel (highest award for arts and sciences) and also stepped up as Baroness of Stierbach (with her husband as the new Baron). On Sunday my own barony, Storvik, had an informal "spring thing" at the Cheverly community center, an indoor space that we have only recently started using (but that works well for activities).

On March 26 the Key Bridge collapsed, which was huge news in Maryland, as you can imagine. I think I'd driven over it only a couple of times in the decades I've lived in Maryland. Usually I take the tunnels or I travel up the west side of the Baltimore Beltway.

On April 6 I was driving nowhere near Baltimore -- I was heading up to Erie, PA, for a rendezvous with the path of the total solar eclipse. I stayed at my friend Amanda's house -- how lucky for me that she had a guest room! Of course, the big question hanging over the weekend was: would the sky be cloudy? After all, in July 1991, I received a great demonstration of what totality looks like when the sky is overcast. Fortunately, while the morning of April 8 was disappointingly gray, patches of blue sky began to appear on the western horizon, and the crowd (at Mercyhurst University) and I were treated to an awesome sight.

This past weekend (April 13-14) I spent Saturday at Storvik Novice Tournament and Sunday at the Japanese street festival in DC. Storvik had to hold Novice Tourney really early this year because that was the only weekend we could rent the usual site. (This close to DC, sites that allow us to set up all our SCA stuff and have fighting and horses are few indeed.)

At the SCA event, I was excited to be called into court twice: first by Their Majesties, because I won the drawing for a "quest prize," which I will have to explain at another time, and second by Their Excellencies Storvik, who presented me with the Baron's Award of Excellence, which left me truly gobsmacked.

At the festival, the boy toy and I had various types of snacky Asian foods and I bought myself a couple of parasols for use at future SCA events.
luscious_purple: Boston STRONG! (Boston Strong)
Last night I phoned my cousins up in Massachusetts to wish them a Merry Christmas. We had some cheery conversations. I miss them and their families. (OK, I haven't met the newest family member because she was born just 5 days ago -- yes, my cousin D.A. has a new baby granddaughter named Paulina!)

I'm not traveling to Massachusetts again this year for various reasons, mostly involving the weather. Earlier this week I had to talk R. out of driving to NJ for a funeral today because I was hearing predictions about lots of snow and ice. (R. has a friend in Freehold who lost his wife about a week ago -- although she had many chronic health issues, sudden cardiac arrest did her in.) I don't think we got too much sleet/freezing rain here along the East Coast, but we're certainly in a deep freeze.

At least the things I *need* to do are done, so I can do things that I *want* to do, like catch up on movies and TV, knit, read, and eat homemade sweets. The boy toy has been baking cookies and a chocolate tart. Tomorrow night, for Christmas Eve, he'll make clam chowder and biscuits from scratch. For Christmas, he follows his family's traditional menu: eggs Benedict for breakfast and a roast beef for dinner. In between we'll have a light lunch of broccoli soup, and for evening dessert we'll have a Christmas pudding, both from a "Christmas at Highclere" book his Anglophile mother gave him a few years back. We'll have a bit of Downton Abbey around here!

Not much else to say; I'm still plugging along with church and Toastmasters and SCA. I'm about at the halfway mark of my three-year term as a trustee of the congregation. Whew.
luscious_purple: Snagged on LJ (great news)
I don't quite remember how much of the stove saga I have posted here earlier. Shortly before the covid-19 pandemic began, I got rid of the stove that came with the condo because its oven hadn't worked for years. I bought a new-to-me range at a dicey-looking joint just over the county line. It had a four-month warranty and the oven stopped working at the six-month mark. The appliance repairman wanted $400 to fix it. I had paid something like $250 for the stove.

Our condo maintenance supervisor, Louis, who lives in my building and does odd jobs on the side, had said he'd keep an eye out for perfectly good gas ranges that somebody was going to throw out during remodeling. He snagged a basic Amana model and brought it over here and hooked it up. The guy who gave it to him said everything worked on it, but as it turned out, he'd shorted out the control panel when he tried to replace the light bulb inside the oven.

Louis pointed out that the oven control panel was a self-contained unit that would be easy for us to replace. Armed with the model and serial and part numbers, I ordered a panel from some website called PartSelect and even paid a little extra for faster shipping.

That was the week before Thanksgiving.

Fast forward through weeks and weeks of checking in with the company behind the website and listening to the news about supply-chain delays and semiconductor shortages. I figured that the relatively simple chips inside a replacement part for an aging stove were low down on the foundries' priority list.

Finally, on March 14 (my half-birthday), the part ARRIVED!

I held my breath while the boy toy installed it ... but it fit in its slot perfectly and it WORKS!

It is great to be using a full-size oven again, especially since the gas is covered in the condo fee while the electricity is not. Just today we cooked a big-ass pizza from Lidl for lunch and then the boy toy roasted a half-turkey that's been sitting in the freezer for a while.
luscious_purple: i'm in ur fizx lab, testin ur string therry (string therry)
So much going on despite the pandemic.

TOASTMASTERS: At our last meeting (May 5) it was my turn to lead the Table Topics. Since it was the 60th anniversary of Alan Shepard's historic suborbital flight, I didn't think twice about the theme. I just had to make the questions a bit wordier than "normal" because I wasn't sure how much the members of my audience might know about the Mercury program. Here are my questions:

1. Alan Shepard was born in the small town of Derry, NH. Around the time that he became the first U.S. astronaut in space, some people in Derry wanted to rename the town “Spacetown” to honor Shepard. My question to you is: If you were to change the name of a community where you’ve lived, either now or where you grew up or where you lived sometime in the past, what would you change it to and why?

2. Sometimes Alan Shepard liked to pull off stunts that were not quite allowed, like buzzing the Bay Bridge and Ocean City while stationed at Pax River and hitting two golf balls on the lunar surface. My question to you is: Have you ever done something that you weren’t supposed to do, but you did it anyway and nothing bad happened as a result?

3. NASA carefully managed the public image of the original Mercury Seven astronauts, including Alan Shepard. The astronauts also had an exclusive contract with Life magazine for access to their private lives and home lives, to make them seem like nice, proper All-American heroes. My question is: Should today’s celebrities keep as tight a lid on their private lives as the NASA astronauts did?

4. In the not too distant future, ordinary people might be able to go into space as “space tourists.” Some of these space tourists might be treated to a suborbital ride, something like Alan Shepard’s, that takes people up into space for a few minutes of weightlessness and then splashes down in the ocean. My question is: If money were no object, would you go on a short space trip like that? Why or why not?


CHURCH: I've been recruited to join the board of trustees once again. I served as a trustee back in the 2010-2011 (I think) church year, but that was to fill the last year of an unexpired term after somebody had resigned. Now it looks as if I'm in for a full three-year term. I'm a bit nervous about it, but 22 years after signing the congregational membership book, I really *should* do my part to keep the church running.

SCA: I worked on a linen camicia (Italian underdress) and entered it in the Virtual Highland River Melees competition for Italian undergarments. It wasn't quite finished, but mine was declared one of three winners and I'm getting a small gift in the mail (a goblet cover, I believe). I am also trying to get back into inkle weaving, although my early attempts don't look that polished. I really want to learn Baltic-style weaving, which is more complicated, so I really need to nail the basics before pushing into advanced topics.

HOME LIFE: The boy toy got his second Pfizer shot on May 4th, and after a day of feeling achy all over, he's recovered. To celebrate, we day-tripped to Winterthur on Friday. Lovely place indeed, and the gardens were at Peak Azalea. Before going to the mansion, we had lunch at a place called Johnnie's Dog House and Chicken Shack, which turned out to be right across the (wide and busy) street from the First Unitarian Church of Wilmington. The clouds started to roll in during our trip, but the rain held off until the drive home.
luscious_purple: i'm in ur fizx lab, testin ur string therry (string therry)
Today the SCA is 55 years old. NOT 56 years old -- today is the first day of Anno Societatis LVI, or in other words, the Society is beginning its 56th year of existence. It's come a long way from that very first "international tournament."

And tomorrow is the 40th birthday of the Kingdom of Atlantia! Huzzah and Vivat!!

Today Atlantia actually had a Crown Tournament to choose Heirs!! This is a bigger deal than it normally is because of the pandemic. Normally we have Coronations in April and October and Crown Tourneys in May and November. Our current King and Queen stepped up in April 2020, shortly after the plague hit, and they have served twice as long as they originally signed up for. The Society's board of directors granted a variance for us to have a very lightly attended Crown Tourney -- only the combatants, consorts, and event staff were allowed to be there in person, and the rest of us had to watch on YouTube. Fortunately, the live-streaming technology worked way out there in the middle of rural North Carolina and Atlantians got to see the fighters compete under a gorgeous blue sky. Several of my friends participated in the tech team.

The rest of the SCA's live events are still on hold until the end of May. Storvik will "reopen" the Kingdom with Novice Tourney on the first Saturday of June, but the county authorities are capping our attendance at 50 people, even though the wide-open outdoor site can easily accommodate ten times that number. We shall see what happens. We will have fighting, but not the full complement of activities.

In other news, my church has chosen a developmental minister to stay for a few years and work on our issues and internal drama. Today is the 50th birthday of A.J., the only grandson of my late ex-landlord (he was, what, 21 when I met him?). The boy toy will get his second Pfizer vaccine next Tuesday.

Over and out.
luscious_purple: Boston STRONG! (Boston Strong)
So ... what have I been doing with the rest of my life, the part that isn't constantly doomscrolling about politics?

(Doomscrolling ... another word that has entered the language in the past year or so.)

The boy toy and I are still in good health. Although neither of us has been tested for covid-19, I don't think we have it. Certainly we have had no symptoms. I have had a dry morning cough for years, long before the pandemic started, but I wouldn't be surprised if it is an early marker of heart failure, compounded by years of exposure to second-hand smoke. I am my mother's daughter.

(On both sides of my family, I have many more male relatives than female relatives. My mother's only sister drank herself to death at age 60. I'm 61.)

Julia the cat is in good health, too, although I should probably take her for a checkup, as she is getting up there in years.

We still haven't heard whether we will be getting Stove #3, so at some point I'll have to decide whether to pay to have Stove #2 repaired. But we are still eating well around here. On Sunday I baked a tourtiere -- French Canadian meat pie -- from the late Alex Trebek's recipe. I have no shortage of tourtiere recipes in my French Canadian cookbook -- it's one of those things that each family makes slightly differently. But Alex's recipe tasted awesome, and I'll certainly make it again.

On Thursday the 14th, the boy toy and I dared to travel to Delaware for a few hours. It was the first time I'd set foot outside Maryland since the last week of December 2019. We drove on I-95 as far as a certain rest stop so I could take the obligatory tourist photo.

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Next, we drove around the University of Delaware campus, which reminded me somewhat of the campuses of the University of Maryland and UMass-Amherst. The opposite thing but the same thing, as one of my past housemates would have said. We ate lunch at a socially distanced Irish pub in Middletown before heading home.

Church is ... church. We have our Zoom-based services every Sunday morning. We are asking the UUA to consider us for a developmental ministry, in which we would spend several years trying to fix our problems.

The SCA is plugging along in virtual space. On the 9th we had Kingdom Twelfth Night; I need to finish writing that up for my "Lady Patricia of Trakai" blog. This coming weekend we have another "needles and fiber" weekend where we challenge each other to get a sewing or fiber-arts project done. Their Majesties will also hold a virtual court, streaming on YouTube.

Toastmasters is ... Toastmasters. Our local club has meetings on the same nights of the week as we did in the Before Times, and most of us have adapted pretty well to the Zoom life, I'd say.

All in all, I feel about as busy as I did before the pandemic. I'm just not burning as much gasoline to get there.

And I am THRILLED that we are down to the last 24 hours of the orange cheeto's administration! It's the Final Countdown!

Over and out.
luscious_purple: Julia, the Maine Coon Cat (Julia)
I can't think of any other year when *everyone* wanted to say "good riddance" to the outgoing year. In the past, maybe somebody who lost a job or a marriage or a family member would say "this year sucks," and their friends would nod sympathetically while secretly giving thanks for their promotions and pay raises and kids' college scholarships. But THIS year? When you see chalkboard messages saying "Let us never speak of 2020 again" embedded in the middle of IKEA displays, for crying out loud....

Anyhow, the boy toy and I had a nice Christmas, even though it was just the two of us (and the holiday roast beef came out a little dry, compared with the last time he cooked such a meal -- maybe Easter?). We each got ourselves a new Kindle Fire tablet. The Fire is a little more "locked down" than standard Android tablets, in that you can acquire only the apps that are in Amazon's own app store. However, it's still very easy to use, and I don't care about the app issue so much now that I have a smartphone (though that device is already more than two years old, I think). I was happy with my other presents, including a framed set of retro-style solar-system "tourism" posters and a Hamilton tote bag. On Christmas Eve I phoned my cousins in Massachusetts and then had a much longer phone chat with R.

Till next time....
luscious_purple: The middle class is too big to fail! (middle class)
Yesterday the 18-year-old thermostat broke when we were switching off the A/C so we could open the windows for a bit (due to the nice fall weather). Of course, the A/C doesn't work at all without some sort of controller, and it gets stuffy in here at night with the windows closed. So today we went to Lowe's and got a new thermostat, a basic $20 model, and the boy toy managed to get it installed with only a few shouted curses. Of course, there are a couple of marks (missed paint job) where the older and larger thermostats had been attached to the wall. Someday we will paint that room.

Today I tried to track down a Facebook notice that said the county's free flu-shot clinic was coming to my community on a couple of dates in late October. The notice had vanished, so I started calling around, and was finally told that the county had had to reschedule them and the new dates were not known yet. I hope the county gets its act together with this. It's not as "sexy" as the coronavirus pandemic, but still very necessary.

Also, today the boy toy voted by depositing his ballot in the drop-box at Laurel High School. There was a county cop stationed nearby, presumably watching the box in case of shenanigans. I will vote in person during the early-voting period, just to scout out how the procedures have changed in practice. (Yes, I've already had my training, but I want to verify how well everyone's being protected before I work from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m. on Election Day.)

Tonight I registered for my national professional group's annual conference, which is of course totally virtual, like everything else in 2020. It is a paid thing because the conference is using all sorts of apps -- not just Zoom, but Whova and Remo, whatever they are. Today was the deadline for registering because many of the events are spread out over October, not just concentrated in the Oct. 19-23 window as originally planned. It's a little dicey for me, because I have a major assignment due on Oct. 26, but supposedly most of the events will be archived online for six months, so it'll be worth it in the end. Plus, the next three national conferences (2021-2023) will be in Boulder, Chicago, and Memphis, which are all pretty far from Maryland, so I probably won't be attending them. Dang, these conferences get expensive fast these days.
luscious_purple: Ganked from many people (damn not given)
Today the boy toy and I spent some of our time tearing apart a 24-year-old mattress. It felt good, actually.

My mother bought this King Koil mattress and box spring in the late summer or early fall of 1996. I'm not sure because I was down here in Maryland and she was up there in Massachusetts. I went to see her in October 1996 because she was in and out of the hospital three times that month. She complained that the mattress was thicker/taller than the previous one, which she had put on my bed when she got the new one (both beds were full size). One night while I was up there, when she got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, she fell on her butt and it scared me. After that I made her start sleeping in my bed, and I would sleep in her bed, because I was younger and the extra height didn't bother me.

At the time, she didn't seem hurt from the fall. However, she apparently bled a tiny bit into her spinal column because of her blood thinner. And when she had a spinal anesthetic for a minor procedure a few months later, her legs got paralyzed and her condition spiraled out of control and she died.

When I bought my condo in 1999, I needed only one of the two beds in my childhood home, so I took my bed frame and my mother's King Koil mattress and box spring (because it was so much newer than the other one). I've had it all these years, through weight gains and flings and illnesses and whatnot. Supposedly you're supposed to change your mattress every eight years; this one was three times that age and had all kinds of saggy spots and stains and dust and whatnot. The boy toy and I were tired of waking up with backaches.

Despite the pandemic, we did some shopping ... but oy vey, the prices nowadays. We ended up getting a firm spring mattress from IKEA. I know a lot of people complain about IKEA mattresses, but they do have a partial 25-year warranty, and I am pretty sure it will last for eight years. There's just no way I could have afforded anywhere from $600 to $1800 for a freaking mattress, plus delivery charges. I spent less than $250 on that mattress and it was rolled up so tight that it fit in the back seat of Anna Three (my Corolla).

So far, we have been sleeping very comfortably.

We don't want to keep the old mattress around until the next condo "community dumpster weekend" in November, so today the boy toy got out his box cutter, and we cut off all the cloth and foam on the outer layers and bagged it up for trash. At some point we'll have to borrow a metal-cutting tool for the bare springs.

It served its purpose, but no mattress lasts forever.
luscious_purple: "avoid heralds" (avoid heralds)
Today the boy toy and I committed more consumerism. First we went to IKEA College Park, which had been closed for a while. There are metal railings set up outside the main entrance to control lines of people who want to enter the store, but since we were visiting on a weekday, the store wasn't that crowded. (Since we live so close to IKEA, we do our best to avoid going there on weekends, when the place is jammed.) The restaurant on the upper level is closed, but it wasn't mealtime for us anyway. We bought a little three-drawer rack for my SCA stuff, plus a few other items we've been waiting to purchase.

Then we went to the local Amish market for some meats and cheeses. (As at all places we've been, masks are required. The Amish and their employees also offer you a generous squirt of hand sanitizer as you enter the building.) Next, we checked out the going-out-of-business Pier 1 Imports just over the line in the Anne Arundel part of Laurel. I bought a few cloth napkins for SCA purposes, because most of my current ones (which came from Pier 1 way back when) are getting pretty stained. I'm going to miss Pier 1's sense of style, although countless other stores have copied them over the decades.

Finally we ended up at Total Wine to buy some beer for next weekend's holidays. I went to the bathroom and someone in another stall was coughing, so I didn't linger. I hope I didn't come into contact with anything she touched. I'm 60 years old, I'm obese, and I have type A blood. So, yeah, covid-19 risk factors.

At least I don't have anywhere to go this weekend. I'll be puttering around and thinking of new projects.
luscious_purple: Star Wars Against Hate (Star Wars Against Hate)
1. Today was the boy toy's birthday, so we went out for a drive through the Maryland countryside. We stopped at a combination farm stand and restaurant up in Carroll County (I think). We ate at an indoor restaurant for the first time in months. The booths were socially distanced, the waitress wore a mask made of Baltimore Ravens cloth, and the food was tasty.

2. A whole bunch of people I know also had birthdays today: Mistress Martelle, the founder of my local Toastmasters club, and a woman I worked with in the late 1980s. Also, the current Storvik baroness celebrates her birthday today because she was *really* born on Christmas Day.

3. Last night I finally finished the set of 12 marketeering pieces for the European company. I hope they PAY me now.

4. One of those things that wasn't really a problem before the world changed: Someone accidentally screen-shared erotic fan fiction during a Zoom meeting at work. Oops.

5. All that time in the sunlight today ... I'm getting tired....
luscious_purple: Star Wars Against Hate (Star Wars Against Hate)
Because everything is random these days.

Right now I am juggling four comparatively short writing assignments. Not sure if that's better for my brain than one long one. I don't really feel like doing any of them, but....

I feel these incredible urges to do something with my hands besides typing. I keep working on the trim for my German dress (SCA).

Tonight the boy toy cooked the second half of the roast beef we bought for Christmas. It was a sufficiently big cut that we ate only half for Yule and froze the other half. He used the last little bit of beef rub that he bought at the H*E*B supermarket in San Antonio.

He was SUPPOSED to head off to San Antonio to see his parents on Tuesday, but that's not happening for COVID-19 reasons. Instead, we're going to make Tuesday our little "Texas Day." He'll wear a Texas T-shirt, I'll wear the Texas socks and earrings he's given me in the past, and we'll have chimichangas and Tex-Mex sides for dinner.

Tuesday would have been my grandmother's 130th birthday. And today is the 59th anniversary of the first human spaceflight and the 39th anniversary of the first U.S. space shuttle flight.
luscious_purple: OMG WTF BBQ (OMG WTF BBQ)
On Saturday the boy toy and I cut each other's hair. As I explained in the previous entry, I've been cutting his hair for a while now, but this was the first time he trimmed mine. He ended up taking off about two and a half inches. My hair feels SO much better without all those split ends. It gets much less snarly.

Yesterday I spent three sessions on Zoom: one for my morning church service, one with several friends in lieu of our "sewing weekend" in West Virginia, and one for the first part of our annual church auction. The service was probably the last one to be held in the sanctuary for a few weeks, because of the Maryland governor's stay-at-home executive order today. (Not that we had a lot of people in the sanctuary -- the minister, the pianist, and the minister's husband in the tech-support role.)

The boy toy was out running shopping errands while the news came out about the stay-at-home order, which kicked in at 8 p.m. He really likes to get errands done first thing in the morning, which is fine with me if I do not have to tag along to provide money from my debit card. He had a lot of trouble finding toilet paper and yeast. Now, I am not going to recount all the details of the nationwide shortage of bathroom tissue; I will just point out that he and I bought a pack of 18 "mega rolls" at Lidl just a day or two before the hoarding became noticeable. We still have a few rolls left, but I thought it would be prudent *not* to wait until we are using our last roll before we go shopping for this commodity again. He visited five or six stores (so much for "social distancing") and the only place that had TP (and baking yeast) was our local food co-op. Purchases were limited to two single rolls per visit. Ah, well, we have at least slightly postponed the day when we will need to use scraps of old T-shirts to wipe our butts....

Today I had a massive case of writer's block. I kept reading things online but doing hardly any writing. Maybe this was my brain's way of handling the added stress of this coronavirus crisis.
luscious_purple: Boston STRONG! (Boston Strong)
Where to begin ... ?

I guess I should just start with the personal deets. I'm in good health. After nine and a half years of freelancing, I'm really used to spending a lot of time at home. One of my clients is taking a long time to pay me, though, and since the stock market is doing its ultra-roller-coaster thing, I am extremely nervous about the tiny little sliver that's left of my retirement fund.

I am getting very good at using Zoom for videoconferencing. Heck, it even enables me to attend two different meetings (barony meeting and Toastmasters club officers, or church budget team and Toastmasters club officers) in different towns on the same evening. In the "real world" or "meatspace," I'd have to choose between one or the other.

The boy toy and I are taking turns going out shopping (because that's a recommendation). Yesterday I went to the local food co-op (really, a small supermarket) to get a few things that were 5 percent cheaper on the monthly "patron appreciation day." I couldn't help noticing how bare the paper-products shelves looked.
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Today was *supposed* to be Opening Day for Major League Baseball. Ha ha ha, COVID-19 had other ideas. So MLB came up with the idea of picking a classic game from each team's history -- a winning game, of course -- and streaming it. For the Nationals they picked Game 7 of last year's World Series (of course) and for the Red Sox they picked Game 4 of the 2004 ALCS, which was a lengthy and hard-fought victory when our dear Sox were down 3 games to 0. So, yeah, I actually listened to large chunks of both games.

During disasters, people do things they don't normally do. The boy toy has been baking bread -- he made a very tasty loaf of rosemary bread -- and then he moved on to something non-edible. Since the last round of hair dye we used left our hair feeling drier than usual, he decided to make an all-natural "deep conditioner" out of pumpkin puree and honey. We have lots of frozen pumpkin puree and non-frozen honey. He blended some of each together and this morning we doused our hair with it. His hair, which is quite a bit thicker than mine, came out great, but mine came out ... gritty. I have *not* had a haircut in over a year and the little bits of orange pumpkin pulp got caught in the split ends. Or something. Bleah.

I have been giving the boy toy haircuts for several years now, and after today, he actually volunteered to give me a trim. At least a couple of inches. Another sign of the times. :-)

Finally, something that has not been covered as much as it should have been: Happy 80th Birthday, Nancy Patricia Pelosi! What a nice middle name you have. :-)
luscious_purple: The middle class is too big to fail! (middle class)
I may have mentioned in the past that my dishwasher stopped working some years ago, and a couple of years ago, the boy toy and I took advantage of a quarterly "dumpster weekend" in my condo complex to get rid of the dead hulk.

Lately, after 55 years of hanging on the bathroom wall (this building was built circa 1964) and occasionally getting bumped and leaned on, the bathroom sink started to pull away from the wall. Then it developed cracks around the drain hole, and the water rushed out where it wasn't supposed to. I put a basin underneath the sink, but I really didn't want that to become a permanent solution. At best, it was unsightly; at worst, the standing water would start to stink.

So, when I got a large payment on August 30, the boy toy and I hauled our butts to Community Forklift, which just happened to be having a sale on most major appliances AND bathroom fixtures. We'd had our eyes on a bunch of GE Quiet Power dishwashers that looked as if they had been removed from an apartment complex when the owner decided to renovate all the kitchens, just because. They were on sale for $25 each. Yes, $25. And then we found a bathroom sink that was basically the same size and shape as the one we had, only newer, and in an ivory color instead of 1960s yellow (but I did NOT care about being matchy-matchy). That was $25 also. But with the sale discounts, I paid less than $37 including sales tax!

Getting the dishwasher home was the crazy part. The appliance did NOT fit into the trunk of my 1999 Corolla. Not the back seat, either. I thought the boy toy was going to go all Incredible Hunk on me and rip the doors off the car, but we ended up paying another $10 for a ratchet strap to hold the thing partially in the open trunk, and we drove home very slowly.

Back home, we paid our handyman neighbor a couple of hundred bucks (plus about $60 in parts) to install the dishwasher and sink. The plumbing under the sink still has a tiny drip -- we need a new washer (the flat disk thing, not the machine) or something. Otherwise, though, the dishwasher works *perfectly* and *quietly*. When I am sitting at my desk, I can't even hear whether or not that dishwasher is running! I can't believe I paid less than $25 for such a model!

The new bathroom sink is great, too. When the handyman pulled the old sink off the wall, we found that the bracket that was supporting it was literally disintegrating with rust. Really, it looked like part of the wreck of the Titanic. I think the new sink bracket is made of aluminum, so it will hang onto the wall like a champ.

I am happy to spend less time doing dishes. Finally I feel a bit more middle-class! Since the song "Good Lovin'" is on a TV commercial at the moment, my brain keeps wanting to filk it:

Good plumbin'!
(Yeah, baby, I got to have plumbin'!)
Good plumbin'!
(All you need is plumbin'!)


And on and on and on... :-) :-)

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