Friday, October 24, 2014

grounded till you're eighteen, and I mean it

Some years are calm and happy, or manic and happy, with lots of progress, or lots of contentment.
This year is not that year.

On the other hand; my kid is LITERALLY grounded till she's eighteen. How often can a parent get to do that, for real? Talk about silver linings. She's eighteen in a few months, and she is so so grounded till then.  I've never been so mad at a kid for so long. I've never wanted to actually throttle a child before, but I kept picturing my hands around my kids neck, for a week after I busted her. She pointed a gun at her life, and has the half-witted temerity to be angry with the rather large group of adults and professionals who went out of their way to catch the bullet that she fired. I get that she's young. I get that she's got a limited perspective. But people who literally saved her sorry ass are standing around with burn marks on their hands and she's irritated they got involved. My child, ladies and gentlemen. Between courts and hospitals and even more money problems trying to be solved with lack of same, I've been wishing I was a drinker lately. A glass or three of wine at night seems to help smooth over the rough spots just fine for everyone else. I know I shouldn't drink with my health problems and my family history of addiction, but something's gotta give.

My dog died. I keep trying to write about it and I just can't. I'm embarrassed that his death has hit me so hard. He's been a constant companion to me during a lot of illness, a lot of  moving around, a lot of loneliness.
I hate walking without a dog. I hate how a dog-free house feels. I miss seeing his little face watching in the door window, whether I was coming or going. He went everywhere with me.  He was a companion, not just a pet, and I'm glad he's not suffering anymore, but I really miss him. He had such a big personality for such a little guy. He used to go around the house at night and make sure everyone was home and tucked in.
I could get a new dog, I'm not totally opposed to that, but it would be nuts to do so when I'm trying to get out of this house and into a smaller, cheaper one. I may be supernaturally slow at moving, but I've done it enough to know that adding a new dog to this mix would be badbadbad.

So. Some years are better than others, no?

Books I liked this week:

None of them. My NOOK broke. Because of course it did. I'd wager my laptop's on its way out, the way things are going.
I could read a paper book, but my bedside lamp broke, because, this year, remember? Not. My. Favorite. One. I could read with the overhead light on, like a rational, problem solving person, but I'm tired of waking up with a book on my face and the light on at three a.m.  I guess I could read a book before bed, but that's the kind of high end solution that's currently beyond me.

TV I liked this week: 

Prison Break: 
Pretty boys trying to break out of the Big House, what's not to like? The writing is perfect for knitting,'s one of those shows that you can look away from for ten minutes and not miss anything. The dialogue is almost hilariously cliched, but it's not too violent, and it's mostly sort of interesting. Actually I think I'm watching because it's got good looking guys pretending to be the most loyal brothers on earth. I maybe shouldn't analyze it.

TV I loved this week: 

I hadn't really gotten on the Idris Elba train until I saw this. He is one charming, beautiful bastard, that's for sure. The writing is good, the acting is seriously great, the plotting is's just so fun. And by fun, I don't actually mean, you know, FUN fun. It's really violent and really terrible, frightening things happen to good and bad people, and it's imaginatively horrible in places, but I can't recommend it highly enough. So. Good.

Pictures I liked this week: 

end; have a good week

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Jobs, Kids, Money, Life

                                           The Flying Lizards: I want money

Status: looking for work (after twenty years raising kids and no completed degree, so I'm qualified to do exactly what I've been doing: cooking and cleaning, natch). Found a free city gym and that's helping with stress, quite a bit actually. I've been getting the kids and myself into various kinds of heads, shoulders, knees and toes doctors, just to get everything done before insurance changes for the worse. I need to paint the inside house (friends have offered their help, without being asked, bless them) and I need to maybe give a damn about the lawn, but I'm not killing myself with this house sale. I've done the kill yourself fixing and staging a house game, and it's not worth it, not at this price point.

I've finally given up the battle to keep Kid Number Two off of meds: she's been asking for ADHD and anti-anxiety meds for years, and I've had her do yoga and vitamins and herbs and so on, and she still is smart but not focused (which is the natural state of most teens, thus my hestitancy), but she is still pushing, so she sees A Guy for the first time this week. I must say I'm still exceedingly concerned about the long term affects of these meds that all our kids are on; where's the fifty year data showing that it didn't hamper long term brain development, especially at critical ages? I continually wobble between, well, maybe this Millenial generation will be like my mom's generation; a super generation (like the first vaccine generation), who were able to focus their minds and belay their anxiety, thus becoming better and maybe more evolved. That's my thought process on good days. On bad days I'm convinced that we're all drunken monkeys on pills. Stay tuned.

Kid Number One is has started Wellbutrin and seems to be doing better than usual on it. They're looking for work as well, and trying to save up for a name change, and trying to convince unsurance, which is legally supposed to cover (if we jump though all the hoops, which we have) a 'top' surgery for gender re-assignment. They're wearing a binder right now and it's causing a lot of pain and back problems. I think this surgery would be hard but helpful with their depression. I hate saying 'they're' but they've said not to call them 'son' until the name change and surgery. It's hard to be supportive when the person is saying, yes, be an advocate, yes support me, but only so much, not yet. The transgender situation is so different from the gay/lesbian/bi thing. It just is. They're trapped in the wrong body, for God's sake. It's so weird that it's part of the PFLAG thing. It's just so, well, brutal.

It's unpleasantly hot, but it's not endless winter, so I'll take it. My garden looks great. I put in about a thousand zinnia seeds and they mostly all came up, so between the zinnias and fifteen daisy and echinaccea plants, it's very cottage garden-y. It goes without saying that the Lawn Nazi next door is in spasms of hate. It's win-win.

TV I liked this week: 

The War on Whistleblowers (documentary).

This one is grim. Very well done, and the guys in it are heroes, to be sure, but grim. The free press in America hasn't been this limited and reactionary for more than a hundred years. We've gotten ourselves into a bad way. It's hard to get congress to do anything, let alone re-write laws, or kill them.

TV I loved this week:


I've never really sat down and watched more than one or two episodes, but I've been knitting frantically in an effort to finish the world's most overdue present, and marathoning Fringe, and Godallmighty, it's so good. It's like Battle Star Galactica type good. Funny and smart and weird with a great romance and wonderful characters; it's what I wished X files would have been (I thought X files went downhill after the first few years). It's so nice to love a tv show again.

Books I liked this week: 

Night Watch, by Terry Pratchett. 

I know I read him almost exclusively lately, but he's great stress relief. Well written, funny, poignant, and character drive plot, as usual.

Images I liked this week: 

end; have a good week

Monday, June 16, 2014


Three hundred pins on Pinterest.
Eight words written for the book.
That's TWO sentences (but I shouldn't brag).
Who's winning at life now??
Very productive day.
If you space your stuff like this everything looks like poetry.
More winning.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Moving hell

Moving hell, blah blah blah, stressed, blah blah blah, it's enough to make me start drinking, blah blah blahbety blah, my life in boxes, blah blah...
Words are overrated, have some pictures: 

End; have a good week.