Month: June 2016

It’s a Food Not Bombs cooking day.  Ming did some of the early work and let me sleep in.  Now I’m eating cereal with rice milk, which I’ve decided I kind of like.  It’s better than the alternatives.  But I wonder if they make some without sugar. Quitting sugar is going very well.  It’s not… Read More »

This is a song about coming together and finding commonalities and not judging so much by one of my favorite singers, Kimya Dawson. My favorite part is “There are some mean bus drivers, and there’s some nice bus drivers.”

I cut pretty pictures out of art magazines and pasted them onto cardstock to write notes on.  Sometimes I need a certain size note.  I send a lot of mail. This morning I got some great news.  I got my final chunk of social security backpay.  I was shocked. Today Ming is going to two… Read More »

Yep, we definitely have a mouse.  I found some mousepoop in the oven.  Ming put out mouse poison.  It’s bait in little boxes. Today we met with a German novelist who’s writing something about drones.  It was nice to talk with him. Then I popped into the burlesque museum for two postcards.  I’m a postcard-sending… Read More »

Getting home yesterday wasn’t as disorienting as usual.  Ming unpacked the car.  I sorted mail.  There was not as much mail as I expected. Ming is afraid we have a mouse.  He saw something scurry by early this morning.  He’s going to buy a have-a-heart mousetrap.  “How much do they cost?” I asked. A friend… Read More »