Things. Stuff.

[bodlon]

Thing the First: Buy Art, Help a Kitty (and her two pet humans). Maybe — the aformentioned kitty — ate some pom-poms from a cat toy and needed emergency surgery for a bowel impaction. She’s recovering now, but it’s going to cost about $1500-2000 to pay for that surgery and her post-op care. One of her humans is an artist, and does beautiful totem animal portraits.

If you’ve got a little bit of cash to spend, go get yourself something nice.

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You’ll all be pleased to know that Ginger Bill made a brief cameo in my novel draft on Monday night. Alec, my protagonist, is apparently a fan. His best friend Elsie is unconvinced.

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I’ve been stressed and tired a lot lately. Part of that is the net result of working all day and then coming home to work at night. Some of it is also a function of the life I live and the things I care about. Social justice is part of my dayjob as well as part of my personal life. Lately I’ve felt a lot of outrage and compassion fatigue. That’s normal, but it’s led me to step back a little and let go of things that aren’t constants for a little while.

When this happens, I usually feel guilty, but last week during a conversation with a friend I remembered that I spend at least 10 hours a day in constant discomfort because I have to wear one of these (mildly NSFW) in order to feel human day-to-day. It’s worth it because constant discomfort is less bad than constant distress and humiliation, but man. It does sort of make me wish my insurance company (and a significant number of my countryfolk) didn’t have their heads stuck firmly in their nethers.

It makes today’s trip to meet with an attorney about my second attempt at a name change such a big deal. It’s another step toward feeling fully human in a world where that is often not the default attitude.

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I’m slowly working my way through Michael Pollan’s book, In Defense of Food. Today I watched Food, Inc. These two things might have inspired me to spend a third of my grocery budget at a local organic shop, where I purchased the Most Delicious Milk Ever (as well as some locally produced meat and eggs).

There could be something to all this, but wow, it’s going to take some time and effort to get me to stop eating out of cans as a lifestyle choice.

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