luscious_purple: women's rights (rights)
OK, it's been ... two months and a few days.

All eight days of early voting ... a long blur of nearly round-the-clock activity. Of course, we didn't have much in the way of "a primary" back in the spring; the U.S. Senate contests were the only exciting things on the Maryland ballots then. But our quadrennial presidential elections bring voters out of the woodwork.

During early voting I spent all eight days at the same-day registration station. It amazes me how people move around and do NOT bother to get their address changed on their driver's licenses, or even get licenses from their new state of residence. It isn't rocket science. I was glad that a couple of the other election judges could translate between Spanish and English, but at times I could have used Korean and Amharic speakers. Our county is SO diverse!

Over the eight days of early voting, we registered 208 people to vote, and we also checked in dozens of regular voters when the check-in judges were busy. I say "we" because I usually had at least one same-day registration judge sitting with me. On most of the days I was paired with an elderly woman who was born in Belize and who refuses to celebrate Halloween because the holiday "glorifies demons." You meet all kinds of people at the polling place.

On Election Day itself, I couldn't do both provisional-ballot work and same-day registration, so I had to explain the same-day stuff to other judges and work the provisional ballot table. I think I had something like 55 provisional voters, which is a LOT for a small precinct with mostly single-family homes. I had a few who were military folks with out-of-state driver's licenses.

Needless to say, the presidential election results hit me like a giant gut punch and I spent the rest of the month in mourning. Of course, this didn't mix well with my need to get my feature article written by November 18. I felt as if I was just going through the motions.

When choosing the deadline months ago, I had assumed that Holiday Faire, an annual event in the Barony of Stierbach, would be held on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. For whatever reason, though, this year it was held on the Saturday before the Saturday before Turkey Day, so I had to skip it. Philcon, though, was on the weekend before Thanksgiving, but no way was I going to go to that and listen to 48 hours of R. crowing that the Orange Poopyhead will bring me SO many job opportunities. He sent me SO much crap from Breitbart and the NY Post with his own vaguely racist comments appended. I have been questioning my 40-year friendship with him.

There's a lot more, but the early holiday dinner is almost ready. Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah, and I hope you had a Good Solstice too.
luscious_purple: women's rights (rights)
My next feature article is due four weeks (28 days) from today. I will be spending nine of those days basically incommunicado in my work as an election judge.

(Note to people outside Maryland: "Election judge" is the fancy term this state uses for people who are paid a stipend to run the polling places. No law degree is necessary.)

Working as an election judge means working at least from 6 a.m. to 9 p.m., with precious little time available for going online via phone. Toss in a nearly hour-long round-trip commute on the eight days that are early voting, and that's a long time to be away from my computer. (The early-voting site is only 8.2 miles from my house, but the drive is entirely over surface streets with lots of stoplights.)

Whatever I have, which isn't that much, I'm going to print out and bring with me, so that I can at least look at it subtly when I am not serving people directly (we're not supposed to sit there using our electronic devices).

Speaking of the election ... I am so incredibly nervous and stressed out over the possibility of an Orange Poopyhead victory. I have NO FREAKING IDEA how anyone could support someone so narcissistic and mentally unstable. I have NO FREAKING IDEA how the polls can be TIED, balanced on a knife's edge, however you want to describe it. Now, I read on some Substack page (linked from Facebook) that Republican-oriented pollsters are "flooding the zone" with results showing tRump surging ahead to make their later challenges to Harris victories seem more legitimate, but I can't find that Substack again. I am really hoping for millions of "shy Harris voters," but after 2016, I am scared shitless. Honestly, I don't think I will feel at ease about the election until I see Vice President Harris put her left hand on a Bible and raise her right hand.

I don't put anything past the tRump authoritarians. Heck, if I wasn't in one of the most Democratic congressional districts in the entire nation, I probably wouldn't work as an election judge. With my unusual name, I am just too easy to find online. I don't want to spend the rest of my life (such as it is) dodging death threats, doxxers, swatters, and who knows what else.
luscious_purple: women's rights (rights)
More than a month since I last updated this journal. Aack! I didn't even get around to making a note on February 29th, that rare day.

The covid is long gone and I am back in the swing of things. Which is good, because I have a feature article due next Monday. Double aack!

Still enjoying the Blue and Green Cottage. The temperatures have been jerking up and down, but I am starting to get eager to plant herbs in the various five-gallon buckets that my landlady and landlord have been using as pots. Maybe even some veggies. Their semi-feral (spayed) cat, Peaches, patrols the property, so I'm not as worried about squirrels raiding our edibles.

Some good fortune dropped into my lap last week. On my 2007 trip to Hawaii I bought a $10 ukulele, but it turned out to be no better than a toy. I mean, it goes out of tune as soon as you let go of the tuning peg, before you even get a chance to play a chord. Still, I had hope, so the last time my church held a fundraising auction, I bid on some uke lessons and won them, and then I told the woman who offered the lessons that I didn't have a decent instrument to learn on. Fast forward to last Wednesday, when the woman sent me an email that someone had given a new ukulele to her uke group, and it was mine, free, if I wanted it. HELL YES!!! It seems to be of a decent quality for a beginner instrument and comes with a nylon bag, extra strings, etc. So as soon as I finish this feature article, guess what I'll be doing.... :-)

(P.S. On Thursday I'll be "six months to Medicare." Can't wait. Friday will be the 20th anniversary of my firing by the Frosty Lady and the Marathon Man. That publication was bought and sold a couple of times and no longer exists.)

Oof.

Aug. 30th, 2022 11:32 pm
luscious_purple: Ganked from many people (damn not given)
It wasn't until last night that I realized that I hadn't posted here in three weeks or so.

Anyhow, things have been hopping, mostly with my church. We five trustees -- and we *are* down to five warm bodies, out of nine possible slots -- have to make a lot of mighty big decisions: whether to take out a mortgage to fund most (but not all) of the complete deck replacement, whether to bother replacing the deck in the first place, what to do about all the other things that need replacing (HVAC, roofs on both buildings), whether or not to sell the whole darn property because we are a small, aging congregation now.

Oof. Yeah.

When I say "the deck," I don't mean something extraneous. The only way to get in and out of the main floors of both the Meeting House and the RE Building on our uneven property is to have a deck connecting the two buildings with the parking lot. Can't have stairs, a winding path, ladders, or whatnot. Our current wooden deck dates back 31 years and is no longer safe for groups of people.

We've got to explain all this to the congregation, and it will be ... intense.

Plus I went through all the shenanigans of moving furniture around to accommodate a portable A/C unit for my living room, I just finished a five-day stint of dog-sitting (and doing a bunch of free laundry because my condo building has coin-op machines), and I have a new science-writing client with a short deadline. Oh, and I am getting together online with high school classmates to try to organize a 45th reunion. (How can we all be so OLD???)

I'm so tired, I'm sure I'm forgetting something....
luscious_purple: Star Wars Against Hate (Star Wars Against Hate)
Happy Birthday, [personal profile] wookiemonster!

Not much else to report. This article is due and I am a long way from finished. Back to work.
luscious_purple: women's rights (rights)
I finally got through the last of the election-judge days (primary day itself). My regular precinct was severely understaffed. We had two chief judges, one from each major party, but the Democratic chief judge was dealing with long COVID complications and probably some other health issues -- he huffed and puffed after walking 20 feet. Plus, it was his first time in the role, so he was uncertain about some things. Half the election judges assigned to the precinct failed to show up -- didn't even bother returning the phone calls from the chief judges a week before the primary. What's with that? $200 per day won't make you rich, but it's pretty easy money -- it's hardly picking crops in the field or other hard physical labor. Later in the day we got three fresh trainees -- "fresh" in that they had been trained just that morning, starting at 6 a.m. Somehow we all managed to get through the day.

I tend not to get too attached to candidates before primaries. This year the Democrats had a lot of good gubernatorial hopefuls, and I would have been OK with any of them. Wes Moore ended up winning after enough mail-in ballots were counted. The GOP nominated this fire-breathing Trumpican dude, and I hope his campaign goes down in flames.

I can't believe I have a feature article due on Friday. I feel as if I have so much to do still, and I'm panicking.

Today in history: It's Amelia Earhart's 125th birthday. It's the 53rd anniversary of the splashdown of Apollo 11, completing JFK's goal of "landing a man on the Moon and returning him safely to the Earth." (My emphasis.) And today David Ortiz was enshrined in Cooperstown. If only the Red Sox could find another good slugger....
luscious_purple: Star Wars Against Hate (Star Wars Against Hate)
Things are REALLY busy this month. Holy freakin' moley.

Let's start with this week. (Well, technically last week...) I had thought I'd be serving as a Prince George's County election judge only for the July 19 primary, but then I received a call asking me to work on the even-numbered days of the early voting period (July 7-14). No big deal, right? Easy money! Except ... I'm also madly working on my science-writing assignments (and not as far along as I'd wanted to be). AND we started a new church year, so the Board of Trustees (to which I belong, remember) must make some crazy-big decisions. AND Storvik's signature Novice and Unbelt Tourney was scheduled for July 9 instead of sometime in June.

AND my condo's HVAC system is on the fritz, and I won't have the money to get it repaired until after all this work is done.

AND there was a storm on the way.

July 8 and July 10 were OK days at the College Park early-voting site, the gymnasium at a recreation center. As the same-day-registration judge, I sat under an A/C vent and was really glad I brought a sweater. Brrr. July 12 was like that until dinnertime, when I heard a loud roar like a rainstorm of BB pellets on the roof, and then the lights went out. I was in the middle of updating a woman's address in the database when that happened, so I had to ask her to sit and wait about 15 minutes until the backup batteries kicked in and synchronized things. Some of us stepped outside and saw that trees were down everywhere and political signs outside the no-electioneering zone had gone flying. It turned out that the neighborhood had been one of the places where winds had gusted up to 85 mph, which is basically hurricane force. It wasn't a tornado or a derecho, though, but some other kind of meteorological phenomenon ("bow front" or something like that). Even the air smelled like fresh wood, filled with essence of living trees suddenly ripped apart.

I texted the boy toy at home and he said that we didn't have power either. So I grabbed a couple of bags of ice and some fast-food dinner on the way home from the early-voting site. (The commercial strip where I bought these items was chaos -- some of the businesses had power, some didn't, but the traffic lights were out, and people were driving every which way. Scary!)

Apparently the power came back on for my building in the early-morning hours of the 13th, but the College Park neighborhood mentioned above still was a disaster area. Somehow the polls opened, with a generator and two industrial-sized fans going. When I worked on the 14th, the last day of early voting, we had regular electricity until about 2:30 p.m., when the grid conked out for no apparent reason (the weather was sunny). The generator and fans had to come out again after it got stuffy in that gym. The ceiling had a big translucent skylight in it, but I started to worry that the light (both from the skylight and the little emergency lights) would fade just as we would be starting to break down the equipment and box everything up. Fortunately, the lights came back on around 7:30 p.m. Whew! But the last few voters took their sweet time to fill out their ballots and didn't leave until about 50 minutes after the polls closed. Aargh!

On top of all of this, I cut the cable-TV cord because it's just so damned expensive. I miss my CNN.
luscious_purple: Boston STRONG! (Boston Strong)
It's the Ides of March. Eighteen years since I got fired from a job, just a few weeks before I would have been vested in the pension plan. Oh, well. The money was never mine.

Recently an advice-column entry about whether someone should drop in their family's old home made me look up my childhood home on a search engine. I was astounded to find out that the person who bought the property from me in July 2002 for $100,000 sold it in April 2021 for $260,000. Well, maybe not astounded, but still. Because the house is not for sale, the real-estate websites had only external photos, showing me the place hasn't changed all that much in the past 20 years.

Home 1 in 2021 Home 2 in 2021

I can hardly take my eyes off the photos. So many memories. So much emotion.

Anyhow. I keep on keeping on. I am doing four or five different things for my congregation. I am working on a long feature article. I don't have enough money to pay my bills. My blood pressure is inching back up again. I feel like the guy on "The Ed Sullivan Show" who would spin plates on top of sticks and try to keep the plates from crashing down. But sometimes the plates got smashed no matter what he would do.
luscious_purple: Boston STRONG! (Boston Strong)
OK, any day on which a Red Sox player becomes a first-ballot member of the Baseball Hall of Fame has to be a good day. Congratulations, David Ortiz!!

Still, clouds loom on the horizon. Julia (the cat) has high blood and urine sugar and dilute urine (with a bladder infection), so she is getting (expensive!) antibiotics to treat the last. Once the infection is fixed, she is going back to the vet to have her sugar tested again. I may have another (expensive!) diabetic cat on my hands.

Church work continues apace, as we trustees continue to grapple with the reality of having a smaller congregation and an aging physical plant. We are making slow progress on our two biggest repairs: replacing the deck and improving the HVAC in the Meeting House. (The deck is not a luxury item; it's a raised wooden platform that connects the two buildings and in fact is the only way to get in and out of the Meeting House.) At least we are getting a couple of prezzies from the county government: it will fix our water runoff problem AND pave our packed-gravel parking lot properly. (The water runoff comes from the surrounding neighborhood, but it is digging a big trench on our property. Long story there.)

I really, really need another source of income. I know I've been saying that for years, but it is really obvious now that my lifestyle is not sustainable. Please think positive job thoughts for me!
luscious_purple: "avoid heralds" (avoid heralds)
(Apologies for taking so long to write this up.)

Eventually Baroness Margaret Lad, the Kingdom Chatelaine, came over to Newcomers' Point to relieve me (and cheerfully organize the pile of free garb that people had been pawing through; she does everything cheerfully). That gave me a chance to wander around and greet people and even spend a few moments with Baroness Evelynne in her vigil tent. Clan Cambion, Evelynne's household, was planning a procession into Court for her, but they invited me to join in. Once the procession got to the front of Court, those of us who are not Laurels would simply reverence the Thrones, walk off to one side and go back to our seats. Thus, when the populace was getting ready for afternoon Court, I set up my chair toward the back of the audience so that it would be less obvious that I was getting up to join the lineup for the procession. I ended up sitting next to Master Herveus, who belongs to Clan Cambion, so that I could tell when it was time to leave our seats and line up to follow Evelynne.

As expected, the new Baron and Baroness of Storvik held a court and gave out several baronial awards, and then afternoon Royal Court commenced. Their Majesties gave out a number of grant-level awards, for which it is customary (at least in Atlantia) to call up fellow members of the Order into the Royal Presence to greet their newest member. People who are both Golden Dolphins (service) and Pearls (arts and sciences), like Herveus, had to keep getting up and sitting back down. He joked that it was good exercise.

At some point I started to think, Hey, isn't it almost time for Evelynne's procession? Shouldn't we be lining up? But then I heard the court herald call my name.

My name.

So I stood up and somehow shuffled up to Their Majesties and bowed, probably less deeply than I should have. They told me it would be acceptable if I remained standing instead of kneeling on the padded stools in front of the thrones.

Queen Jane started off by saying something like, "So, you have been baronial herald since 2007," and then I gently corrected Her -- I have not been baronial herald for a few years now, although my actual cutoff date is pretty mushy. So then she started praising me for staying active in heraldry and hospitality. (And I'm thinking, "Huh? I spent a couple of hours at Newcomers' Point, but...") And then the herald commanded members of the Order of the Golden Dolphin.

I bowed to their Majesties again as the populace applauded and various members of the Order approached the thrones. Their Majesties said more nice things about me, asked if there was a medallion, and Dame Emma stepped forward with a shiny Golden Dolphin attached to a lovely necklace of red beads and white pearls. She said it was a legacy medallion in that she had passed it around to many members of the Order before getting it back and giving it to me. She gave me a copy of her statement after she read it.

I was just so overwhelmed. As the crowd cheered and I went to "greet the order," all I could think of was ... Pedro. Pedro, my heraldry teacher, my friend whose wife was so proud of his Golden Dolphin, who should have been a Pelican (the highest-level service award) ... I would have never received this award if he had not taught me so well. I wanted to tell him about it so very much.

My head was spinning so much that I floated back to my chair and didn't join the procession for Evelynne's Laurel ceremony. I enjoyed watching it, though.

* * * * *


Two months later, I am still thankful for the recognition of my service. This past Saturday I wore my Golden Dolphin medallion at an event for the first time (Holiday Faire), and got up into the Royal presence to welcome a new Pod member at afternoon court. It was also the first time I performed in public with the a capella group Laydes Fayre, but that's another story.

And now I need to get back to writing a feature article-for-pay that's due ONE WEEK FROM TODAY. Oy vey.

Over and out.

February 9

Feb. 9th, 2021 10:55 pm
luscious_purple: Ganked from many people (damn not given)
Gosh, I suck at updating this journal, don't I?

I'm just plodding along on a boring proofreading project for pay. The boy toy and I watched Tom Brady win the Super Bowl on Sunday. This coming Saturday (the 13th) is the next Virtual University of Atlantia (hey, [personal profile] zhelana, the deadline to register is tomorrow/Wednesday). We're supposed to have snow on Thursday, Friday, and Sunday. The winter weather we've had so far this winter, though, hasn't amounted to much.

Pandemic fatigue is hitting me hard. I have no idea when people my age will be vaccinated. I have no idea what kind of activities and events will be happening later this year.
luscious_purple: If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention (outraged)
So, we've had a weekend with Halloween, the end of Daylight Saving Time (which will start again in about 137 days...), and a blue moon. Seems appropriately scary, given what this country is about to go through.

I finished writing the article a bit late and have not heard back from my editor since. I guess he is keeping me waiting the way I kept him waiting. I just cannot pull all-nighters like I used to.

Then I wrote a short article and got that in on time.

Now it's time to focus on being an election judge. I voted Wednesday afternoon at the University of Maryland Xfinity Center (corporate name for sports complex). Tomorrow afternoon I have to show up at the polling place (the local high school this time around) and help set up equipment. I've been figuring out what to wear, trying on pants I haven't worn since last winter, setting aside snacks and PPE. The boy toy unearthed a small Thermos bottle I had when I was a kid -- gotta bring my own little coffee stash. (This time around, I'm not going to bring a coffee maker and won't count on the availability of one.)

Since the boy toy is going to visit his parents in San Antonio one week after Election Day (November 10-17), we were thinking that we might need a little apart time in case one of us picks up any virus, not just the pandemic kind. So yesterday we set up my Pennsic bed in the spare room. I can crash there after I get home from the polls (and sleep in as late as I want the next morning). And then he can sleep there for a couple of nights after he gets back from Texas. His parents are cautious about health too; the boy toy is more worried about the airport and plane (although Southwest isn't filling their middle seats until *next* month).

Finally, I'm wondering what else to do with my month. Nablopomo (NaBloPoMo?) doesn't seem to be a thing anymore (although I could just do it on my own). NaNoWriMo is still very much a thing, and every year I want to do it, but whenever I do try it, I fall flat on my face. Maybe I should continue the novel I started a long, long time ago. I know that technically you're not supposed to do that, but every time I start fresh, I lose interest in the story and the characters. So maybe I should try working on something that I have cared about at various times during my adult life. What the heck. I'm not going to live forever, after all.

But I will have to start later. Sleep calls.....
luscious_purple: If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention (outraged)
Well, I take too *many* breaks. I have a feature-article deadline on Monday. I hate having untreated and exacerbated ADHD, inattentive type.

Just wanted to let you all know that I still exist.

I have received my notice that on Election Day I will be a same-day-registration judge at the local high school. But it didn't say who the chief judges will be. Usually the chief judges arrange a session the night before so that we can all meet each other and set up the polling booths and equipment. I have never even been inside the local high school and I don't even know where the front door is. The facade on the side of the main road through town has virtually no windows and doors.

Still worrying about the future, politically speaking. Please, please, please let Joe Biden win! And please let's avoid a civil war started by the right-wing idiots!

I think it's stress that has made my athlete's foot flare up worse than it's ever been. I was spraying it and spraying it with a can of stuff I found in the back of the closet. It was getting only worse and finally I noticed that the bottom of the can said "MAY97" on it. Uh, I guess the active ingredient expired or something. Finally I got some cash today and the boy toy bought me a fresh can of antifungal stuff. One spritz and my feet are already feeling the relief.
luscious_purple: Julia, the Maine Coon Cat (Julia)
1. I am still rocking the two-monitor setup on my desk. The fact that it's an older monitor, with an aspect ratio slightly less "widescreen," actually helps with displaying documents. And when I want to bring the laptop into the living room, it's easy enough to unplug the second monitor. More cheap tech goodness: a few days ago, I scored a free 500-GB external hard drive on Freecycle. Its previous owner had reformatted it, so it was completely empty. My other external hard drive is pretty much full, so it's good to have more space to offload stuff.

2. I thought I was done with a particular project for the European marketing company. I wasn't expecting to hear from the marketeers again, for various reasons. But, after not checking my company email account for a few days, I logged in and found that an invoice for 500 euros was waiting for my approval in the system. YEAH!! That's like $550 after the bank takes its wire transfer fee. Yeah, baby, you can drop five C-notes into my account anytime!

3. Yesterday the boy toy and I put up a curtain inside my bedroom/office to hide my racks of SCA belongings. Having a plain curtain behind me in my webcam's field of view looks more professional than a big IKEA set of unfinished wood shelves loaded with large plastic bins and whatnot.

4. Last night I watched the VP debate. It was somewhat less stressful than the presidential shitstorm, but still not ideal. Did I ever mention that Pence looks and acts like Lord Voldemort? Seriously. Pence's boss is starting to sound even more disturbed than usual. Nancy Pelosi's about to start talking 25th Amendment.

5. Virtual Royal Court in Storvik this weekend! Their Majesties are actually traveling up here to meet with the Baron and Baroness in an undisclosed location (really a small theater in downtown Silver Spring). I wonder what will ensue?
luscious_purple: If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention (outraged)
I'm still here. I'm 61 now. Today my mother would have been 101.

When the boy toy and I went shopping at Lidl, I noticed that our cashier's name tag said "Jeannette." My mother grew up thinking her name was Jeanette, with one N, until she learned that her mother had wanted to call her Henrietta. So she went to the courthouse for the name-change paperwork, only to find out she was already legally Henrietta Jeanette.

One of the Democratic challengers to a Republican U.S. senator has been sending me fundraising emails addressed to Henrietta. Why???? I know I notified the city clerk's office after she died so that she could be taken off the voting rolls (she died in a hospital in a different city from where she lived). But she's been dead longer than I've had that email address ... which is an AOL account, so you know I didn't just sign up for it lately. And Henrietta was an uncommon name even 101 years ago -- that's why the "Caouette sisters" across the street declared that the infant girl born to my grandparents should be called by her middle name, and why it stuck.

Speaking of my mother, I forgot to mention that a few weeks ago, the boy toy and I took the bare metal frame of Mom's old mattress to a nearby scrap-metal yard. He put a moving quilt, which normally we use to cover the dining table for messy projects, on the roof of the Corolla, and then he strapped it down. The scrap place gave us one whole dollar for it.

On Wednesday afternoon, part of the condo went dark. The living room and the front half of the kitchen had electricity, but the rest of the place didn't. At least the Wi-Fi router is in the living room, so I was able to watch a scientific-conference session (virtual, of course) that I was covering as a freelancer. It took Pepco a while to figure out what the problem was, and to fix it, the workers had to turn off the rest of the power to the two buildings (it was just two of the buildings in the complex that had issues). So yesterday morning I had to rush to write up the story, and then I had to interview two other scientists (via Zoom) on a totally different subject. After all that, I felt rather mentally fried.
luscious_purple: Paint Branch UU Chalice (Paint Branch Chalice)
Last Saturday one of my neighbors across the courtyard died. I didn't know her at all, but she was about my age. She lived with a couple who own one of the townhouses across the courtyard; the woman plays in the SCA with the Bright Hills archers, while her husband doesn't participate.

She (the SCA archer) had posted it Saturday evening on Facebook. Obviously she was in a state of shock. So on Sunday I met her outside at the picnic table and we kept our face masks on and talked for more than an hour. Apparently Kate (the housemate) was getting ready to go shopping when she started to get numb on one side. My friend and her husband noticed her face was drooping and drooly on one side. Classic signs of a stroke. By the time the ambulance got there, she was already unresponsive. She was airlifted from the local hospital to Washington Hospital Center, but she passed away.

Nothing to do with covid-19.

Another sad thing in the news: Rep. John Lewis, the great civil-rights leader, lost his battle with cancer on Friday. He led a most admirable life. Our country is diminished by his loss.

The best thing over the last few days has been that I got another feature assignment from my major client (and ex-employer). It's not due until late October, but it holds the promise of a nice chunk of change.
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: Boston STRONG! (Boston Strong)
I wrote a post about Baron Rorik and Master Liam: http://ladypatriciaoftrakai.blogspot.com/2020/05/losses.html.

I'm trying to finish up the last few parts of my extremely boring marketing assignment for a European firm so that I can actually get paid. It's been a slog, but the end is in sight.

I have no idea what's going on with the pandemic. Some people worry that we are opening up the world too early, that all these Black Lives Matter protests -- which are extremely necessary, IMHO -- will lead to a massive spread of the coronavirus and a spike in deaths. Then again, the protests are outdoors and sunshine acts as a disinfectant.

I have no idea what's going to happen with Battle on the Bay, the annual joint Storvik-Lochmere event, currently scheduled for Labor Day weekend. All the SCA events in our Kingdom prior to Labor Day weekend are canceled, except for one in South Carolina in August 22. So, if we hold the first event in a LONG time, there will be a LOT of pent-up demand. Would that lead to a huge spike in covid-19 cases with the attendant bad publicity? OTOH, *somebody* eventually has to hold the first post-pandemic event, and I'm not sure if I want the "first one back" to be a crowded indoor gathering. Decisions, decisions.

To be honest, some days I get into a fatalistic mood and I just want to shrug my shoulders and say, "Hell, most of us are going to come down with the virus one way or another. Might as well get it over with." But I still put on my cloth mask and wash my hands.

I'm just tired of the uncertainty. One thing that has kept me going through the low points of the last decade (i.e., since I was forced out of the full-time work force) has been the anticipation of fun times and friendships and interesting experiences. Now it seems as if everything worth looking forward to during the rest of this year has been canceled, with the exception of the election, which HAD BETTER NOT be canceled.
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.

Bookmarks

Apr. 6th, 2020 10:51 am
luscious_purple: Star Wars Against Hate (Star Wars Against Hate)
Atlas Obscura: Help archivists from your living room.

IBM: World Community Grid.

NBC News: Fabrics for face masks.

NPR: Dark side of Zoom.

Vox; The toilet paper supply chain.

Washington Post: How to protect your Zoom calls.

The Guardian: More on Zoom and security.

CNet: Free alternatives to Zoom.

Washington Post again: The worst president. Ever.

I need to focus on work, so I just have to get rid of some of these distracting browser tabs.

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