Ming had a doctor’s appointment that was supposed to be virtual, but last minute he heard from the office that he needed to be there in person. So we went to a medical part of town, across from the children’s hospital. I walked during his appointment, and it was pretty miserable. I saw something disturbing… Read More »
“Hey, honey,” I said to Ming. “What if we danced in a vacant lot. And then a bunch of other people started dancing in the vacant lot too. And it turned into a dance park.” “Mmm,” Ming said. “Yeah! Wouldn’t that be cool?” I imagined we put in a good dance surface, like the springy… Read More »
I did something that was a really big deal. There was this pistachio butter. I bought it in Lompoc at a farmers market with Ming and my mom. Back when she was well and could do stuff, around two and a half years ago. I ate almost none of the pistachio butter, and it sat… Read More »
sad How’ve you been? Wow–Mother’s Day. I was crying–too sad. The grief is ridiculous. Loss is ridiculous. The lack of emotional resources in our culture is fuckin’ ridiculous. I need to go to the emergency hand holding clinic. No need for medication or to lose my freedom. I just need more human contact. Kittens could… Read More »
Anti-gratitude list for today–thank you for hearing me. Back to our regularly scheduled positivity tomorrow. Other people made choices that affect me a lot, without consulting me. Blame / shame that doesn’t even make sense. Like doctors blaming me for health issues without knowing anything about my life. Assumptions they make leading to me being… Read More »
content warning: dead letter, super sad Hey, I got a sad Return to Sender. Looks like Lisa Montgomery didn’t read my letter. I really hoped she read it, right before. They killed her January 13th, so I’m surprised. Maybe there was a wave of mail, at the end. I showed Ming. “Looks like she didn’t… Read More »
Hey, this is easily the worst airbnb I ever stayed at. Let me count the ways. bad info The guesthouse we’re staying at has the same address as the main house. That was confusing. The listing is full of irrelevant and untrue info, like specifications of a water purifier that’s no longer here, but lacks… Read More »
Hey, I got too sad. Sadness malfunction. Can I distract you with a photo? How about a river? Is that picture of Ming extraordinarily beautiful, or is it just me? Sunrise by the river. I’m calling him Basket Babe because he’s like Moses. It’s a long story having to do with learning disability, destiny, and… Read More »
Hey, did you know I’m fat and against fascism? Probably you noticed. My trike wheel is in the shop, supposed to be done Friday. We went for a walk out of desperation. “Walking seems so slow and the incorrect ratio of work to travel,” I told Ming. “I wish I could trike everywhere!” But the… Read More »