I made some bean soup from a mix from Trader Joe’s. It’s a bag of mixed beans, and then you add everything else. I added an onion, two carrots, about five cloves of garlic, a can of tomatoes, Italian seasonings, salt, pepper, water…. Erik loved it. I thought it was pretty good, but I prefer… Read More »
Today I walked to my mental health place to meet my new caseworker and do annual paperwork. My new caseworker is a man, and on the phone he sounded smarmy. “How long has it been since you’ve seen your caseworker?” he asked. “I don’t know–a year?” I said. “We’ll have to do something about that,”… Read More »
I was chatting with my Finnish penpal M, and she was telling me she likes black licorice–she is the only person I know who likes it, other than my dad. That made me look it up, and I learned some fascinating things about how it’s used around the world. The most interesting thing to me… Read More »
This morning we drove home. We stopped at Avila beach on the way home. Erik got to look at / listen to his beloved sea lions. We wanted to go to Avila Barn so I could spend some time with the goats, but they were closed. So we drove and drove. Got here (it’s about… Read More »
Friday we left Sacramento to visit my parents. We got here to Santa Maria on Friday night. We ate pizza and talked with my parents. (We’re vegan only at home, and going to stay with my parents is one of the two main reasons.) Saturday I went clothes shopping with my mom. She bought me… Read More »
Yesterday in the morning I did morning things. Then at high noon I met a new friend: Coco Negro. She makes a zine called Carrots and Condoms. Issue one is mostly about permaculture. She is the second Sacramento zinester that I’ve met, and she’s a really nice person. We had a good conversation that was… Read More »
Erik is out with T now–they went to the arcade. I want to read my book, but I don’t know if I want to be alone at night and scared out of my wits. Erik told me, “The scary people left.” I said, “Do you mean the people on the end there?” Erik said, “No,… Read More »
The book I’m reading just got really scary! The Writing Class by Jincy Willett
Erik was so sad he would have to miss the inauguration this morning because he had to go to work. Well, he called me at lunch and said they brought in a TV and let them watch the speech and the swearing in. It was like a dream come true, for him. I ended up… Read More »
Last night I had nightmares about being at an evil grading factory. A memorable line was, “I think they’re going to take us into different rooms and torture us.” I had to meet with the big boss supervisor and seek his approval, but he was maniacal, and I was very afraid of what he would… Read More »