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The concept of assigning a word to one's year instead of goals has come up a bunch of times on the Space Gnome Discord... it's a theme, to be reinterpreted as needed rather than a more specific commitment. I'm giving it a whirl (tho being by usual somewhat contrary self, I've got two words): PATIENCE and PERSISTENCE.

ie, remember there's all this crap going on right now, and yes, it will make many things harder and some impossible. We know this. But that also doesn't mean giving up.
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42 has been "The Answer" since before I existed, so despite the stated record that it was only chosen as being the number with the least comedic resonance that they could think of, at this point we're kind of stuck with it.

I do not feel particularly answer-like; I stayed up late last night playing puzzle games on my phone because I was feeling unprepared to move on to a day of introspection. (Limited introspection has occurred since. Also sitting with grauwulf as he cycled through all the physical symptoms of a panic attack, tho he got the depressive & panicky bits out of the way earlier, and attempting to retain some sanity in the face of her hyperactiveness who got a laptop of her own for Christmas (grauwulf's idea) & was therefore watching funny animal videos. Also I got to explain to her why "asshole" was maybe not the best word to pick up, and being me this also included commentary on the hypocrisy of adult concepts of who is allowed to use what words, but explaining what it actually meant seems to have put her off wanting to use it.)

So yes, here we are. I wore jeans yesterday, a thing I don't remember doing on Christmas before; it's that sort of year. Despite the best of intentions, I did not send lots of postcards to friends while confined to the house, but I sent a vast number of cards to people assigned me via Vote Forward, asking them to vote in their respective elections. (both the main one, and the upcoming Georgia run-off) And then I gave up trying to interest grauwulf in having anything to do with holiday cards, and the Megatherium was far too busy making tiny fake postcards from one of her my little ponies to invite the others to a birthday party, so I made small cards wishing everyone a happy Tea-Giving, tea bags included, and sent them to people. I have no evidence that any of them have made it through the mail vortex, but it was what I had to say. (If I have your address, I probably sent you one; if I don't and you'd like one, let me know.)

We have outdoors-only socializing with Other Child, her mother, occasionally her grandparents, and the neighbor across the street; we've done a few outside visits with my mother also, though more sporadically due to the hour drive time. Grauwulf does virtual meetings with SCA people, the Megatherium has virtual school, and I try to avoid video calls when possible... Besides running swaps on the craft forum & checking in on twitter occasionally, I've been hanging out on the "Friends of the Space Gnome" discord server, which is lovely and full of people who like rocks and moss and chat about ways in which brains were a mistake and things we are making and silly video games, and also tangentially includes a shared-world letter-sending game in which everything is officially canon. It reminds me of my twitter feed from before the politicapocalypse, but without the invisible friend effect. (I miss the writer-friends who I mostly saw on twitter, tho. And some people I used to know in person & never really shared internet spaces with. I need to send a second round of e-mails asking lost friends for their addresses.)

My goals from last year did not really come to pass, but I hear this is normal for plague years... I have confidence the stories I wanted to write more of will still actually be there when the schools manage to reopen. (They tried to start hybrid models in November, but the case rates went up too much before their projected start date... and their models took into account everything *except* spread through the building's air systems, so probably just as well.) Meanwhile, I am attempting to regain some of the Spanish I put into my brain decades ago on Duolinguo while I remind my child to open her assignments when told to and not sit on the cat, especially during school hours.

One day, there will be space for writing. In the mean time, there are internet friends to type at, meds to keep me moderately functional, and too many books and fiber projects strewn about the house. It is what it is; this is a time of to-do lists rather than goals and I think I can live with that, pandemic permitting. Here's to vaccinations and a government that isn't actively trying to kill people, and we'll worry about the rest of it after.
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So as was mentioned last year, we are the last council to have fall girl scout cookie sales. And word is that this is also the last year we're going to get to do this... which means we technically have two cookie sales this year, so we'll be competing with everyone else in a few months. (or boycotting, depending.)

At any rate, our cookie link is here if you want your lemonades or thin mints fix before the new year. (Or whichever, I'm not judging.)
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The year that I was in fourth grade my parents took me to the National Storytelling Festival in Jonesboro, Tennessee. (This happened many years; it involved missing a couple days of school and a long drive there and back, but storytelling was their thing, and moderately educational. The year previous I had stayed up late to go to Diane Wolkstein's telling of Inanna, even at age 8 fascinated by ancient myths translated from forgotten languages.) Anyway, that year I was the year that Robin Williamson was one of the feature tellers, and he was one of the people we followed from stage to stage trying to make sure we heard as many of the stories he had to tell as possible.

According to the internet, Robin Williamson more known for being a folk musician, but in my idiosyncratic orbit he was a harper and teller of myths and legends from the British Isles. We bought his story tapes and a couple years later when I had a tape player in my room, those were some of the things I listened to most. Not quite to the extent of my child's audiobook fixation, but enough that phrases and cadences are part of my background context.

So far as I've been able to determine, none of his story tapes were ever digitized. Some of them are in his book, alternately called The Wise and Foolish Tongue or The Craneskin Bag depending on which side of the ocean it was printed on, but I quoted Michael Scott's demon to my child the other day ("Give me work, or I will rend thee") and then couldn't remember the wording of the anecdote beyond "Michael Scott summoned a demon once..." When I went to look it up, I discovered that the story as included in the book is missing a whole bunch of middle bits, the demon included. Possibly some day in the post-pandemic world I'll be able to use my mother's stereo set-up to bootleg digitize any of the tapes that haven't died yet and share them with my kid.

But. Well. She got her autoplayer (Alexa) confiscated for the rest of the week for problematic behavior, and so had to resort to a CD for bedtime, and she's picked her favorite of my father's storytelling CDs to listen to. So that's probably ok, too.
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Week 2 of ADD meds, and I have a mild head cold (we're still isolating, how does this happen??) but grauwulf has commented that I seem way more like my pre-kid self and where can he get some? The vast chasm is still there to dig myself out of, but I'm doing stuff. I don't *feel* different, tho. It's just that I need a little less time sitting on the couch staring at stuff, and when I get sucked into hyperfocusing on the wrong thing it's possible to get back out again, instead of continuing to do whatever it is while also fretting about not doing what I really need to be doing instead.

Anyway, regrets are useless, but an eyeroll and a kick in the shins to past me who tried one med once in college, didn't *feel* any different, and gave up on the idea. There is perhaps an alternate world in which I began publishing a decade earlier, but here we are.

Elsenet people are apparently talking about the six-month wall; now is the time for collectively lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling as we find ourselves cringing at memories of interaction from pre-mask days and wondering whether it will ever be safe for our children to go to school again. The promise of this particular undertow spitting us back out on the other side is definitely appealing.
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People keep pointing out that it's been six months since the schools & privileged bits of the US shut down. (Our schools shut on Friday the 13th, with "see you in two weeks!" ridiculous optimism.)

Grauwulf is back in the office full-time (though he's petitioning for a reduced schedule for mental health/meds side-effect reasons.) The Megatherium started virtual school on the Tuesday after labor day and the laptop that had been working beautifully since we started e-school last spring lasted two hours before running a windows update through the second 2-hour block of e-school which subsequently crashed the computer every time we tried to open a google meet for her to go to class. So she spent the last week doing school on my computer, which was less than optimal for several reasons, and we finally got a school-provided chromebook (everyone gets one, we just needed to bump ourselves up in the queue since we had previously thought we could wait until the last distribution.)

I got to the end of my rope with everything (hyper bored/lonely misbehaving child, grauwulf's issues, no alone time, noting everything that needs to be done and then not doing it until there are no surfaces to put anything down on... everyone says "well, yes, pandemic" but something had to give and my brain was the only one I could change) and threaded the labyrinth to the super secret Behavioral Health department to talk to someone about getting ADD meds. I spoke to the same lady who's been working with grauwulf, so I got to say "also I'm married to him, so *waves hands*" which was helpful. I'm on day 3 of attempting 20mg of Adderall (mandatory drug test, no mail re-order, thanks guys) which definitely has pushed the line of "notice you're hyperfocusing on the wrong thing, keep doing it anyway" back in the right direction, but may be a little too much, so it's probably about time to send another message to the doctor about reducing dosage.

But hey, look at me posting. Another week of this and I might even fix that story I want to send in to an anthology. That would be weird.
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We met up with my mother to wander in the woods at the annex before grauwulf went back into the office last week, and she mentioned that she had been reading an essay by Robin Wall Kimmerer about needing a pronoun for living things of no or unknown gender that doesn't group them with the entirely inanimate. (Trees are beings; your frying pan is a tool. When you start seeing trees as tools, issues arise.) Some days later, furious at the walled garden suburbia neighbors who called the power company to cut down bits of my elm tree that weren't over their property (the same ones who took down the black willow because it didn't fit with their garden design, and then cut back my shrubs 2' to my side of the fence before installing white plastic 6' privacy fencing) I did a little googling and found two essays: Nature Needs a New Pronoun, and Speaking of Nature (slightly longer, and with college student reactions). There might be more.

Meanwhile, I got a trio of Weird Walk zines full of glossy colored pages, overexposed photographs, and musings on walking the British countryside. Dolmens and ancient rites of way and beating the bounds (which is of course already in my head as a warding or claiming ritual via Diana Wynne Jones...) The British countryside is full of history known and half-remembered, at the edge of a continent where people have been marking their spaces with stones large and small (and sometimes earthworks to go with them) for thousands of years. The Weird Walk writers talk about rambles about the countryside as a thing different and less formal than the planned and gear-centric hiking that the US is prone to. (In the UK, 100 miles is a long way. In the US, 100 years is a long time.)

I love standing stones and centuries-old buildings, but I live in a part of the world where written history begins at the apocalypse. 400 years ago, the people who lived here were dying of imported diseases, soon to be pushed out of their land in many and varied ways by a tide of invaders from across the ocean. They did not leave behind them stone monoliths and ruins and border walls; their cultures built in mounds (of earth, of oyster shells) and ecosystems, which have since been cut down, plowed up, invaded, poisoned, and paved over. There were walks here, but they were not a day's ramble. They were marked by trees, for traveling hundreds of miles on foot spanning a distance between places rather than marking a boundary around them.

Someone on my twitter feed told a story about how the native peoples of the Great Lakes region crashed the European fur market; they saw beaver pelts were a valuable trade good, so they let the beavers spread out and inhabit more land, and twenty years later there were so many beaver pelts to trade that the US Government invaded to stop the supply. It's not a story I'd heard before, but parts of it sound entirely plausible... (I mean, not that the US government needed that excuse to push out their boundaries.)

So we have a European-language-speaking wasteland of big ag, suburban lawns, and concrete shopping malls, dotted with fragments of ecosystem that can barely support the plants and animals who are trying to live there, let alone any humans. Carved up along map-based boundaries, seeded with plants and small creatures from distant continents that crowd out what belongs here. The MD master naturalist e-list has been discussing jumping worms-- yet another class of not-from-around-here earthworm (most earthworms are not from around here) which not only wriggles violently, but processes forest floor debris into little pellets with the look of coffee grounds that are inaccessible to the plants and seriously degrade the ecosystem. I think I saw a few at the annex when we were there.

How do you get rid of jumping worms? So far what I've seen is that burning helps. Controlled burns are part of this landscape's heritage, recycling nutrients in the absence of earthworms, preparing crop fields, and selecting for a canopy of nut-bearing trees that feed everyone... Works great in a land where the forest is communal property & everyone is on the same page about how to take care of it (ki). Our forest is an oddly-shaped 13 acres bounded by several other people's forests, not to mention a whole bunch of modern-built houses which nobody wants to burn. I also have yet to look up fire laws for Baltimore County.

There's a place not far from the annex where the caretakers do controlled burns regularly to maintain its peculiar niche habitat-- the serpentine barrens at Soldier's Delight, which were burned and then grazed and now burned again to keep the trees from overgrowing the things that grow there. They have volunteers to help with the burns, but getting certified includes not only training, but the ability to carry a 50 lb pack of fire wand and fuel for hours at a time, over uncertain terrain with the ability to run away if something goes horribly wrong. I've carried an archaeological screen and a field bag over miles of uncertain terrain, and that was over a decade ago and I was deeply terrible at being a pack animal then. So I start wondering how much good can be done with a garden flame weeder, in a light drizzle, and I don't even really know how to research that. Possibly in the hypothetical someday that we get a building out there (a toilet & some wash water would be very nice...) I can go on to do test plots of deer fencing. Further subdividing the woodland into yet smaller bits.
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So yes, not dead or covided (at least as of Sunday I even passed the cuetip to the nose test, & then the thorough inspection of the insides of my digestive system I had it for, so my gut issue appears to be food-related rather than anything deadly, which is nice so far as it goes...) For now we remain part of the firebreak. The cat is still with us, slightly smaller than previous but enjoying his wet food and the heating pad I bought him. Grauwulf is still home but soon to return to working alternate weeks b/c everybody is dumb, but school is officially "remote" through the end of the year. They promise us "better" e-learning in the fall, so we'll see. Meanwhile her Megatheriostiy is trying to talk our ears off about dino experiments and what you need for a doggie daycare while pacing back and forth across the living room. So far all my pleas to other parents for e-playdates have been met with silence.

She's spent an excessive amount of the last two months watching some guy who youtubes as "Zebra Gamer" play Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Which is a pretty game, with a lot of complexity and back-story, and the guy doing the playthroughs seems ok... and then she started lecturing her father (who has played the game) on where to go to get various things, and the characteristics of various monsters, and when she drew a treasure map it was of Hyrule Castle, and I realized--- this is her Lord of the Rings. This is the kind of fantasy world intro that a lot of people my age got out of Tolkien, in my case at about the same age. It's... interesting to watch.

But also the persistence of a 7 year old trying to lecture you excitedly on things you already know (and/or were watching *with her* when she learned them) gets old really fast.
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The cat has got his head xrayed (and after waiting some days for bloodwork to determine if it was ok to sedate him, apparently he held still enough that they didn't have to) and it turns out the problem is not his teeth, but that his jaw is disintegrating and so it's painkillers, wet food, and probably not that much time. He's still napping under the bed, but also eating vast quantities of wet food, purring and talking to us, and left mouse guts smeared across the dining room floor on Wednesday night, so it's not over yet.

And meanwhile too much of the world continues to be run by capitalist economics and murdery racist idiots, and there's another 3+ weeks of e-learning to get through and possible signs of household plague exposure. Playing Animal Crossing instead of looking at my computer for days at a time continues to have a certain appeal. (Also the switch fits in my lap at the same time as the cat, while the laptop does not.)
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Bracketed on both ends by mental health meltdowns of the usual sort, plus the Megatherium running through another round of being dead set against her schoolwork in the middle, and the cat has a toothache, but of course we got to the point of wanting to take him to a vet on Saturday night and even the emergency vets don't appear to be answering their phones on a holiday weekend in the middle of a pandemic. Fortunately, when plied with wet food & tuna, Loki is back to eating things & being active when appropriate, but he's still curling up under the bed as his default.

A week ago the neighbor across the street and 3 houses down took out his large beech tree, and as grauwulf had just flipped over to feeling more or less human again, I sent him over to ask the tree people if we could have the mulch, since I always mean to do that and am always too shy and/or time things wrong. This was not the best workaround, as it took 3 tries to explain that what I wanted was for him to talk to the workers, not the property owner, and then they dumped the mulch in the middle of the communal alleyway behind our house instead of actually on our back parking area.

Normally, this would have been a non-issue, but two of the other four neighbors who back onto the alleyway actually wanted to get vehicles back there this week, so it's probably a good thing that we moved half the pile onto a tarp in our parking area on Monday evening. Unfortunately, grauwulf hadn't eaten all day, and I began insufficiently hydrated, so it knocked us both for a loop. I do not actually remember previously having so much water in my stomach that I was nauseated while at the same time feeling all my muscles stiffen through a dehydration headache. (And it went on for hours, keeping me awake, and when I finally felt a little better and took a single sip of water because I knew I was still dehydrated, the nausea came right back. Do not recommend.)

Anyway, my hydration had mostly sorted itself out by morning, but it was just the wrong time in my hormonal cycle, so that was another two days in and out of headache before that sorted itself out. And meanwhile there was this giant mulch pile in two places, half-blocking the alleyway, and the next neighbor in from us had people out to replace the old fence and re-gravel the mucky back of his backyard... and cut down the black willow which was the only native plant on the property. (He's since included some fun Baptisia cultivars in the new plantings, so I feel a tiny bit better.)

The landscaping and construction people's truck said their company was called "Guerra" (which I assume is someone's name?) and thus became the Landscapers of War, and many mulch-shoveling minutes were passed contemplating whether they're the ones that get sent in after the Dogs of War have been re-leashed to clean up people's lawns and sidewalks. I did not remember enough Spanish & they didn't have enough English to communicate that I wanted some small twigs from the willow, but since they just dropped it in pieces in the woods, I was able to brave the poison ivy to go fetch some bits after they had gone and poke them into the muddy muddy muck on my side of the fence.

I also wonder whether the neighbor knows what willow roots do when you cut their tree down. (Oh well; he'll find out...)

Furthermore, the unexpected wander of the polar vortex earlier this month has set the mosquitoes back a week and a half, and so they are only just becoming obvious, which has been lovely for mucking about and redistributing mulch without being wreathed in bugspray fumes. I mulched the entire corner under the maple trees that has been theoretically a play area for the Megatherium since I got the last of the oak limbs out of it two years ago, and now we have moved her playhouse there, and she spent much of today happily mucking about collecting leaves for her new club (1 leaf and 2 rocks dues to join; re-up with 3 pieces of mulch every 2 years) which sends sap samples to a far away lab for identification. I agreed to join on the condition that my job was to upload pictures of mysterious plants to iNaturalist (which I would be doing anyway.) We had a picnic under the maple trees & then a club meeting which apparently involved making imaginary phone calls to various scientific contacts until I sat up from contemplating the maple leaves overhead to discover that she was licking dirt off her palm, so we went inside. (Grauwulf being out of commission over SCA nonsense & evil hicups by then.)

So I have missed Virtual Balticon, and any virtual thing my college did instead of a 20 year reunion, and having run out of Murderbot books to reread I mostly want to play Animal Crossing and putter in the yard, but our library is reopening in mid-June, so I really need to finish up with any library books I want to get through.
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I seem to have stopped posting again; we are sort of a little bit getting into a groove on e-learning (now officially until the end of the school year) but it is still too full of assignments and insufficiently full of other kids to hang out with. Grauwulf continues consumed by SCA web-stuff, and my brain is meltyish. No surprises here.

So far we could put tokens on the following Isolation Bingo squares:

*Had to convince stir-crazy spouse not to go to in search of a soda vending machine.
*Forgot the sequence of buttons to turn on the car.
*Went to run an errand at the *old* hours (still listed on the website) & had to wait half an hour until the place opened.
*Broke my hairbrush by brushing my hair. (This does happen periodically, but this brush had been going strong for ~5 years and chose now to break...)
*Had stressy pandemic-shopping dreams.
*Made a small batch of face masks for friends & neighbors.
*E-learning is FAKE SCHOOL!
*Went grocery shopping without my wallet.
*Child and I are now both playing Animal Crossing.
*7-year-olds having make-up parties over facetime.
*Virtual meetings/hangouts (mostly grauwulf w/ SCA people)


Squares we have so far avoided:

*confirmed/suspected COVID-19
*Why is all the rum gone?
*non-covid-related injuries requiring medical attention
*Relationship DRAMA
*serious weight gain/stress-eating
*run out of flour
*run out of toilet paper
*forgotten what day it is
*worn pajamas all day (except for M on 2 designated pajama days early on)
*slept in until noon
*SPRING CLEANING


In other news, the Megatherium has lost her last two front teeth (which she was VERY excited about) and has stowed them in the box with the other one and which she's planning to fill up before putting it under her pillow. It's a pretty small box, but this is likely to take a while.

Quaranmeme

Apr. 18th, 2020 12:08 pm
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I'm amused by the number of old lj-era types who have jumped on this meme with glee.


meme of many things )
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I continue to have philosophical difficulties with this Animal Crossing game...

Dear Isabelle,

I would like to place a complaint against your boss and his irritating raccoon children. I was specifically sold a "deserted island" package, only to arrive here and find that two other people were sold spaces on the same island, as well as the Nook family and a local airline. Subsequently Tom Nook set up a large centrally located plaza and has been coercing me into providing free labor and materials gathering for his population expansion plans while charging me personally for any infrastructure "improvements" to the island. Furthermore, after providing the materials for the shop, the young entrepreneurs who run it insist on following my every move while inside, but take no suggestions regarding what their customers might want them to stock.

I also object to his inviting a museum curator, a small horde of sketchy merchants, and a pushy fishing professional to wander about the island as they please while I am unable to leave without using the dodo airline which not only has a monopoly on off-island travel, but whose pilots will kidnap me & return me home if I attempt to relocate to a more deserted island.

No love,

Me

(I feel like I would be happier if this game had an option where I could choose to build a catamaran and sail from tiny island to tiny island collecting tree and flower species.)

----


In other news, a blue jay just flew by with some sort of label or receipt in its beak.
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School decided to take their spring break after all, so we have "real" e-learning with class-specific assignments & group video chats starting Tuesday. Her wiggleness is compensating for lack of friends by watching all the Breath of the Wild walkthrough videos by some guy called "Zebra Gamer" that we'll let her and listening obsessively to the Penderwicks books. This afternoon she spontaneously reinvented the quote-recognition game we used to play with Gilbert & Sullivan libretti, only for Penderwicks... She calls it "The Penderwicks book game 1."

After a week off free & clear (& even paid!) grauwulf's work has decided to jerk him around again & ease back up to normal hours. Because they are stupid. *ahem*

He's also doing the ongoing tango of frustration with SCA web stuff, so that's fun.

The weather is lovely, our neighborhood continues to be gloriously walkable, and I have done a bunch of poking at the garden. I've also done some attempting to clean up the living space, which so far has not gone terribly well, and resulted in getting into a protracted battle with the Ikea online ordering system which at present only knows if something is in stock after you've gone through the first two check-out screens, after which it kicks you back out and so far as I can tell marks the things you just attempted to purchase as unavailable for the next multiple hours. I ended up resorting to a partial alternate plan via Amazon before being driven to tears.

I have not yet run out of flour, and am running the bread maker on Mondays & then devouring half a loaf of still-warm bread. As one does...

I finally ordered a journal from the Brooklyn Art Library, which I have been aware of for years but never committed to; will see if I can get my child to write a little something in is as a family exercise.

I made a fitted mask for the Megatherium (purple & white with pink biohazard symbols surrounded by flower wreaths) which she refuses to wear, and one for me since apparently I'm supposed to get another fasting blood test next week (all the fun...) but our healthcare provider is desperately trying to sort their streams so that one can do such things in a somewhat lower risk fashion. We'll see.

My MIL sent an Easter basket, because apparently she thinks it's a good idea to go to UPS to mail a gifty basket for which she had to shop in the middle of a pandemic, and also now we have a bag of very plastic easter grass which smells like jelly beans and my child is madly in love with and the cat wants to eat. I mean, I guess it's nice that some things don't change?

I called all my federal representatives to ask them to support the postal service, ordered stamps, and sent a package with click-and-ship and scheduled pick-up. I am all about supporting the postal service, but my problem is that I could happily mail people flat things for the rest of the year and not run out of stamps I've already bought, which doesn't help their current operation costs in the least.

There were at least twice as many things that I have intended to talk about in the last week or so, but my brain is mush, and a post posted is better than a draft unshared, or something like that.

Here, have a lovely Fox in Socks rap rendition, very melodic, recommended by me who generally hates rap. (He fudges a couple lines near the end, & I still like my Lite Opera version better, but this is pretty good & actually exists in shareable form.)
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We are promised actual teacher-led curriculum next week, which may or may not actually require my child to be online at 8 am (We're the absolute latest timeslot in the county when schools were in-person, so we're used to leaving the house to walk to school at 9.) Meanwhile, my child's priority for today is playing doll & pony hair salon in her room with an audiobook going, so at least it's quiet when she's not jumping off her bed & shaking the smoke detector in the living room off the wall.

Maryland is on food- & medicine-only lockdown as of 8pm last night; grauwulf's work has moved to essential personnel only, and his direct-report company (another round of being acquired by someone he didn't sign up to work for) is going around in circles about whether that applies to them again...

[profile] sideria recommends those who wish to food garden jump now. I should put seed starts on this week's list, although I know I'm terrible at consistent edible gardening. But I have an awful lot of weird food seeds & some buckets of dirt already here, so I might as well. The keyhole garden bed I have been slowly filling won't be ready without at least a cubic yard of dirt imported, so that probably won't happen this year, but an extra bucket or two of something we can eat leaves off of might.

For the craft-inclined with free time, mybluprint.com (formerly craftsy) has all their video classes free through April 9, though connection speeds are about what one would expect for a service that's suddenly seeing many times their usual traffic... I'm watching a beginning watercolor class with the Megatherium, though sadly I gave away my tube watercolors and can't find my watercolor paper, so we don't have anything decent quality in house. Next up might be phone/tablet-version digital photography. And meantime, I am cherry-picking applicable bits out of machine embroidery classes & bookmarking other things of interest. So far I have not gotten my child to settle down and watch virtual tours of national parks, but I did convince her to walk to her bestie's Dad's house half-way across the neighborhood this morning (to drop off a lucky fish in the mailbox) so at least there was a moderate bit of exercise.

We have also been introduced to the weird world of "Go Noodle is Awesomesauce" which explains a bunch of the odd things the child has been chanting in the last year or so, but um... for those unfamiliar it's the modern kiddy love-child of Badger/badger/mushroom-style internet memes and the 1980s in-school programs, and suddenly everyone is wandering around the house chanting, "Do the peppy puppy dance!" and "A moose! A goose! A llama on the loose!" It's been very.
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I have surrendered my phone to my child, who is now facetiming her bestie, so there are small voices (one moderately digitized) coming from upstairs and I am not being jumped on. I feel that this is a good trade for everyone. Her Megatheriosity has been getting more and more lonely with nobody but the cat and a couple of adults to pester, though I have actually gotten her to begin writing notes to mail to people. (Her school is teaching with phonics and has not done hardly any handwriting inculcation, and so she's writing in a weird mix of capital & lower case letters which are all the same size, her spaces have disappeared into the ether, and I keep having to remind her that words need vowels. So this is what I am trying to get her to work on...)

I am antihistamined up and deeply regretting not having done so yesterday; the problem with adult-onset allergies is that I still don't remember they're a thing until it's too late. Ugh. Happiest in the company of oaks, but only if they're not pollinating me at the time. I find I am even more resentful of short-term immune system miseries than usual because they are not the Doom hanging over our heads.

Other than that, I have acquired the new Animal Crossing game, and aside from being deeply irritated by the premise that I apparently was sold rights to a deserted island by someone who sold them to several other people also and then came with us and keeps inviting his friends... where I'm encouraged to pull up the local herbaceous plants and plant some weird flower hybrids sold by this same weirdo island baron... Anyway, aside from that it's reasonably entertaining so far.

The various local closures are officially extended through the end of April, so here we are. I am reconsidering my new book wishlist for what to keep as a library hold request, and what to order, but I haven't been doing as much reading as I'd like because urgh, kid. So it goes. Together we have been reading alternating pages of the Missy Piggle-Wiggle books (modern series reboot by Ann M Martin & Annie Parnell, with Ben Hatke illustrations; recommended!) and while the wiggler has a tendency to lose what line she's on because she's paying as much attention to her socks or the stick in her fingers as the page, her reading skill is definitely improving when she's actually looking at the words.
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I have been failing in my blog check-in duties, I guess... Mostly I've been hanging out on the craft forum and playing silly phone games.

We are beginning week 2 of the theoretical 2-wk school closure (I am *highly* skeptical, but the announcement has not yet been made in MD) and the Megatherium is already flirting with peak "You're not the boss of me!!" We have a schedule; we're doing wiggle breaks, the minimal school assignments we have, a variety of e-learning apps on her b-day present tablet (which we were conflicted about getting her at the time, but so glad we did...) and heading outside as we can, thank you suburbia. Last week we did dress-up themes; this week we're doing US geography since there's been a lot of "where's that?" when discussing who's under what level of isolation at the dinner table. Next week will be either Cryptography with Daddy or geography of some other continent (probably Asia, as today we are pretending to be Pallas's Cats, and that is where they come from.) Grauwulf's work is at odds with itself on how much & where he's supposed to be, but *our* current theory is that he'll be home next week.

To no one's surprise at all my writing brain has gone out again. Also my doctor is recommending I join the colonoscopy club (ugh) so, um, I'm not sure how that's going to go yet, what with all the exciting complications to healthcare at present.

Pandemic prep was good for the kitchen at least; I have cleared out things I should have dealt with YEARS ago, reclaimed two counters, lost one again, defrosted the freezer, and set up an AeroGarden. Not that I'm done or anything, but most of the things I was deeply avoiding got done; now I just need to apply that mentality to the rest of the house. In our 15-minute/day cleaning-things time block. Yeah.

Anyway, we are overdue for our mid-morning wiggle break, and then I want to start cutting out some cotton for face masks in case we do have to brave medical establishments or whatnot.
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For anyone not already following [profile] sideria, after reblogging the centennial of the Spanish Flu epidemic in Boston, she's rather aware of the problems inherent in major disease outbreaks, & has put together some recommendations on how to prepare for the coronavirus. Recommended for anyone who hasn't started considering contingency plans yet.

Here's the good news: it's not very fatal. It's looking like the mortality rate is 2% or 3% – but that's based on China's known number of confirmed cases, and given that we now know there are asymptomatic carriers, there's the possibility that there are very many more people who have contracted COVID-19 than developed symptoms, and we don't know how many of them there are. That's actually good news, if true: it means the mortality rate is even lower. It means you stand a good chance not to get sick if you catch it. And even if you do catch it, most people's symptoms are pretty mild, and even when severe, most people survive it.

No, the problem is that getting sick sucks, and also a lot of people getting that sick all at once bollixes up the works, and various parts of society will stop working so hot, and collectively we're going to have to make an all-out effort to slow transmission and that will be very socially disruptive.


Of course at present we're still on the latest Cold of Doom from school, so here's to not using up all our canned soup supply before the real excitement even gets here.
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...has been the subtitle of this journal for over a decade, reflecting my fascination with all the pieces of other people you never see.

After much running around last week, followed by birthday parties for the Megatherium & her bestie (not in that order, but the one I planned involved more kids but far less yelling, since I gave them craft projects & a fairy-themed nature program,) both her Megatheriosity and grauwulf came down with the ick. In her case, she got sent home from school with a fever on Monday afternoon, and thus was required to stay home yesterday; today she reported still feeling kind of icky, but as she was also starting to get bored & insist I play with her I sent her back to school. Grauwulf spent the last two or three days insisting that he wasn't sick and then complaining about unfortunate amounts of mucus and following me around the house and falling asleep on me. I remain confused about what part of not sick this represents. But he is back at work today also, despite lapsing into panic attack mode last night, and the house is quiet except for the washing machine & occasional birdsong from outside.

Yesterday would have been an excellent time to crochet except that my wrist was already giving me stabby pains, so instead I read Austin Kleon's Show Your Work, which was light and comfortable and full of nice ideas and things I already know, and very perpendicular to drinking copious amounts of ginger tea while unable to work on much of anything and being coughed on by my nearest and dearest.

Lettuce Craft is ticking along, and mostly other people are posting lots and I'm keeping up with new topics. (Though, then I did these; would anybody like one?) And I need to post all the party things I managed to take pictures of. (Somehow, managing a room of 10-12 first graders with assorted adults tends to distract one from things like crafting photos... But I got most of the adults to play, too, so yay!) I remain convinced that I don't want to craft as a business (especially since etsy apparently just rolled out a new set of crap) but I keep looking at exhibit space guidelines.

Meanwhile, I have gone off writing again, but am still reading researchy books for the pseudo-Medieval Baltic/fairytale project and jotting down notes trying to figure out how to make the plot go the direction I want it to. (How do I get Prince B & love-interest A out of pseudo-Novgorod to meet the people who can tell them where the girls they're looking for have got to? How many actual salt mines do I have to mash up to make one with the geography I need?... What the heck were salt mines like in the middle ages, anyway, since everyone wants to tell me about iron age & 18th century? Do I want/need that third POV character, and if so, why/why not?)

And the dishes still don't do themselves nor does the coffee table stay usable unless I keep clearing it off. A friend of mine described the organization system she'd found that finally worked for her daughter: draw out 4 quadrants for Things that Must Happen Today/ Things that Should Happen Soon/ Things to do w/o a near deadline/ Things to Outsource b/c you're never going to get around to them. And then you put your to-do list on post-its, so you can move them around as needed. My to-do lists are starting to feel as if I'm buried in post-its.

Oh well. Begin Again.
thanate: selfie with hair escaping my braid & falling directly in my face (hair_in_face)
Reading some romance novels based on recommendations in the aftermath of the RWA fiasco* and I am finding that things where I already know a bunch about the setting (English Regency, turn-of-the-last-century America) don't mess with my writing brain as much. Presumably because I'm not handling worldbuilding cues from two directions? I'm not sure. Unfortunately, the next one I have looks like fun if I can get past the scene setting, but one of the reasons I read fantasy is that it's not about broke grad students despairing over crappy lives & exploitive postdocs...

What definitely was fun was The Epic Crush of Genie Lo, which I know had turned up on several people's recommendation lists, but I hadn't gotten around to it previously because nobody said it was a monkey king & fun with the Chinese pantheon book. Although I find that my brain defaults to Hanuman as *the* monkey king, who I know made it as far as Thailand since my mother has a Thai doll of him dancing with the mermaid queen, and now I want to know if there are any stories (myth or modern) with both Hanuman & Sun Wukong, and how badly they would get along.

I also quite enjoyed Molly Brooks's Sanity & Tallulah books, which I thought I was getting to read to the Megatherium, but then flew through by myself & will get them back out for her when she can handle them herself so I don't have to read small print 3-color comics out loud. Midgrade comics of 12YO besties having crazy mad science adventures on their space station & related. Fun! :)


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*For those who don't pay attention to writing associations, there was big dramatic kerfluffle in which the ethics committee got blindsided by a secret sub-committee & last I heard most of the non-creepy-racist parts of the management resigned.

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