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First sunset in two weeks, and it was a stunner. #mindthegap2017 (at Meadowdale Beach Park)

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Somewhat ironic, considering the name of the album it's from...

I Did It!

Jun. 23rd, 2017 08:21 pm
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I signed up for the Himalayan Trek in October. I'm just going to pay the extra fees to go alone. It's not that bad, and I'll regret not going places because other people couldn't make time. I just have to figure out airfare.

I was thinking about how having a life you are jealous of vs. constantly saving things for later and decided I had to go for it.

I keep thinking about how nice it would be to just have one job but I think I can wait til nursing is done. At the very least I can wait til I'm NOC shift. Then at the very least I can wait til I'm done with online coursework... then the first semester of nursing school... etc.

TGIF

Jun. 23rd, 2017 10:30 pm
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Working so many Saturdays makes me feel like a two day weekend is a vacation!

Work was pretty ok. Nothing of note, pretty quiet. After work I went to Boston Market for dinner as usual for Friday, and then I went to sit on the steps at my meeting and wait for the FWiB to call, which he did. Got off the phone in time for my meeting, which was a bit small but pretty good.

And that pretty much sums up my day, feeding the cats right now, and making decisions about tomorrow. I am going to try to get to the vet before they close at 12 in order to get food for Bjorn. I figure if I get up at 9 I should make it.

Something I meant to mention before. Started reading a book by Sherrilyn Kenyon (I think I spelled that right). I found one of her books in the discount section of Barnes and Noble the last time I was there and figured I'd give her a try. That's how I discovered Jim Butcher's Harry Dresden books, so I hoped I'd make a similar discovery. Alas, it was not to be. Really pretty bad imho. Doubt I'll bother finishing it, and that is _rare_ for me. Oh well.

So I'll have to find something else to read. I still have things left from my recent bookstore visits.

Gratitude List:

1. My meetings and the people there.

2. The FWiB.

3. Don't have to finish a book I dislike.

4. Calm day at work.

5. Dunkin' Munchkins.

6. Weekend!

Awwwwwww and simultaneously oh dear

Jun. 23rd, 2017 10:38 pm
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A few minutes ago, I heard a delicate little tap-tap-tapping at the sliding glass door. All the cats are in, so I figured it was a bug hitting the glass. I looked over.

What popped into view? The teensiest, weensiest little furry black head. With the teensiest, weensiest little white stripe.

Yep. That's a baby skunk.

ADORABLE. Absolutely frickin' adorable wee thing.

But noooooooooooo, no matter how cute, not coming indoors. Nope, nope. Especially since I know Mama Skunk is probably no more than a few feet away.
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Today I am reminded why it is that I should get new glasses, no matter how much I hate getting glasses and no matter how pricey they are:

I tore a contact this morning.

This is less of a huge world-ending problem than it would have been the last time I wore contacts, because those were more or less eternal and cost several hundred bucks a pair. These are specifically designed to give out after a month, so I've got a bunch of them.

I just don't have them here, while I'm in the far north. (Not actually all that far, by one measure. Maybe fifty km north of the centre of British Columbia. Then again it's a twelve-hour drive to get here from Vancouver, so maybe it's just that BC is Way Too Big.) So I'm wearing my four-year-old glasses.

There's a mild but definite difference in my vision. Far-away things get fuzzier sooner than I expect them to. Not to mention the lack of peripheral vision, which I'd gotten to the point of taking for granted.

And I seem to be getting a headache. There's any number of environmental factors that could be causing that, but "minor change in vision prescription" seems to be the most likely culprit.

Might be time to start carrying a spare set of contacts with me when I travel.

(I've not gotten new glasses partly because they're expensive, and partly because I hate getting frames fitted to my face. It always involves several trips back to the optometrist and complaints of an earpiece that's rubbing weird right in front of my ear, or pushing into my skull behind my ear, or something like that.)

Maybe I drink too much coffee

Jun. 23rd, 2017 11:08 pm
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It was a hayfevery sort of morning but I didn't realise quite how badly I was suffering until I got to the end of my walk and tried to order coffee. There was a new girl on the till and she was suffering from hayfever too. So there was a comedy conversation in which I managed to successfully convey that I'd like a tall latte to take away and then she took two tries to ask what my name was so that she could write it on the cup and I... couldn't actually say my own name properly.

J, the regular barista, finished making the drink for the customer ahead of me, grinned at his new colleague, took the pen and takeaway cup off her and drew something on it. "Ohhh," she said and sneezed and wrote on the cup.

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It's possible that I spend slightly too much of my life at that place but the staff are lovely :)

My sister

Jun. 23rd, 2017 01:18 pm
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If you and I are close, you probably remember first hearing about my sister and being kind of surprised that my feelings for her range from deep apathy (almost all the time) to raging anger/hatred (during any of the crises in my family that she caused or precipitated over the years). Mostly, once the kids I helped raise were 18, she hasn't affected my life in any direct, practical way, but her fingers are in most of the shitty turns my family's lives have taken, for as long as I can remember.

She's in ICU right now, unlikely to regain consciousness, unlikely to live out this day, and I'm sorry that she had such a mean, small, painful life, but I'm not at all sorry that she'll be gone, because it's hard to cause fresh hurt and injury once you've died. Not impossible, but hard.

I'll go with my mom this evening so she can say good-bye. For myself, I don't find it necessary; Barbara's been out of my life since my kid turned 18 (gosh, almost 8 years ago), and for the last couple years, she was in prison, so there's nothing to say good-bye to. For my mom, this is so so so fraught. She blames herself for my sister's mental illness, dissipation, and alienation. She feels like if she'd been a better mother, it would have gone better.

Honestly, my mom was a better mother to my sister than to me -- children who act up often get more attention and effort than the compliant, goody-two-shoes ones. I haven't made any secret of my sorrow over my mother's mistakes in parenting, but they're not the reason my sister is who she is. Not saying none of it was ever a factor. Just that picking one person as the cause of another's bad deeds is pretty much never the way to bet.

Anyway, I'm totally fine, emotionally. I'm just feeling pensive about the ripple effects we all have on the people in our circles, even years after we have any contact at all, and I'm feeling a renewed desire to be a positive force in my loved one's lives, instead of a negative one.

my life as an anchorite

Jun. 23rd, 2017 03:29 pm
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a friend on fb was talking about having a favorite table at starbucks and i left this long comment which i like enough to reproduce here:

i used to have a favorite seat in the breakroom at work at b&n...can't remember if i glared,but it threw me off if someone else sat there. one of my workbuddies said if i didn't sit there,the world wouldn't be anchored properly. he understood! then they started moving the tables around in a different configuration and later took away the desk i had in the back room to work on. no wonder i had two nervous breakdowns resulting in my 'early retirement'*. that's actually symbolic of all the other work changes that were done definitely not to enhance employees lives and put me over the edge beyond my coping mechanisms of my lifelong depression and anxiety!

*early retirement meaning applying for and now living in poverty on ssdi. i'm 'lucky' i was able to work for thirty years despite my disabilities so i was actually able to get it. it isn't enough,and neither will my regular social security be when i get it,because my anxiety and depression issues limited what jobs i could do,and after trying one managerial job that was too much for me,i had low paying jobs in retail without trying to move up. i also started out with a b.a. in history to spring me to an entry level social services job,which i found for the same reasons...anxiety and depression...i couldn't really do and be functional,so i turned to working in retail,mostly bookstores,because i love reading. that is my saga. part of it,anyway!

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