Hi! I'm Shira. I write stuff. Here's info on some of it.Poetry
* "Wool and Silk and Wood" in Electric Velocipede
#15/16, November 2008
* "Unruly Harvest" in Polu Texni
, December 2008
* "About a Girl" is a poem and a perfume; check it out at Violette Market
* "When Her Eyes Open" in Lone Star Stories
, February 2009; it was reprinted in the 2009 Eaton Science Fiction Conference's speculative poetry sampler, and was nominated for the Rhysling Award.
* "Twelve" in Cabinet des Fees
, March 2009
* "Nine Things About Oracles" in Electric Velocipede
* "The Library, After" in Mythic Delirium
#24; it won the Rhysling Award!
* "The Changeling's Lament
" in Stone Telling #5
; nominated for the Pushcart Prize, the Tiptree Award, and the Rhysling Award.
* "Mushroom Barley Soup: An Invocation
", in Stone Telling #8; nominated for the Rhysling Award.
", in Through the Gate
* "The Oracle Never Dances", in Mythic Delirium #27
* "Ereshkigal's Proposal to Hades", in Mythic Delirium #27
* "The Busker, Broke and Busted
", Apex Magazine #48, May 2013
* "And the War is Never Over
", Strange Horizons, May 2013
* "Where We Died
", Niteblade #24, June 2013
* "Limbo" in Flying Higher: An Anthology of Superhero Poetry
* "Not Too Bold
", Niteblade #25, September 2013Short Fiction
* "The Angel of Fremont Street" in ChiZine
, January 2009. It was shortlisted for the Million Writers Award
* "Fortune" in Ravens in the Library: Magic in the Bard's Name
, the s00j
* "Valentines" in Interfictions 2
, November 2009
* "And to My Wife" in Electric Velocipede
* "Salt Brides" in Abyss & Apex
, October 2010; it has been nominated for the Micro Award
* "Between Truth and Life" in Steam Powered: Lesbian Steampunk Stories
, January 2011; podcast at Toasted Cake in February 2013
* "The Portal to Heaven" in Electric Velocipede
" reprinted in ChiZine, May 2011
" reprinted in Apex Magazine, June 2011
* "I Am Thinking of You in the Spaces Between
" in Apex Magazine, October 2011; it's on Tangent Online's recommended reading list
and is a Million Writers Award Notable Story
", Apex Magazine, November 2012
* "Happy Hour at the Tooth and Claw", in Clockwork Phoenix 4
* "Becca at the End of the World
", in Apex Magazine, October 2013.
In process: Cicatrix is the seriously bent portal fantasy, Places You Haunt is the Vegas mythpunk, and Shayara is the political thriller urban fantasy.Conventions 2013
* I'll be at Arisia, Boskone, Wiscon, and Readercon.Where Else am I?
You can find me at Facebook
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there, too. I'm also on Tumblr
. Not on MySpace. :)
So this is the year everything changed, and this year is almost over. Now is when I sit with myself and evaluate everything and plan out What Comes Next.
I have a pretty good idea of some of it. I have a great big life-changing project that I'll start telling you all about in the new year. I have some things in motion that are equally life-changing that I likewise can't talk about online just yet. But it's a good sort of life-changing.
Mostly what I'm doing right now is using this liminal space to evaluate what I want, what I need, and what I am capable of. I have some plans germinating that will make my activism more efficient, for example. And I'm facing the fact that I really have to view everything in terms of efficiency, because I've accepted that my body is less functional than it's been and that it's unlikely to improve much. I have to look at what I'm capable of doing with my current average energy level, so I can be sure to use that energy most effectively. If I do get some radical improvement, great! But it does me no good to be frustrated with myself for not being able to do All The Things All The Time. Better to focus.
So I'm sitting with myself this week, and figuring out what comes next, what 2014 and beyond will look like for me. I feel good about this.
And we get Elayna back on Thursday, for almost a whole month! So much of the rest of December will be sitting with her in much the same way, sorting out all of the freshman-year feels, helping her focus on her goals.
Also baking cookies. There will be lots of baking. :)
Thankfully, Bash is still fine with being a solo cat. He continues to require a lot of attention from his humans, but he isn't yowling for a feline companion. Which is good. That's a thing I don't want to rush into.
So that's where I am.
I'm exhausted, and I'm not getting a lot done.
It's the small things that are hurting. For years, whenever the TV said "viewer discretion is advised", I'd say "Be discreet, Max!" So Monday night we were catching up on The Blacklist and yep, I said "Be dis-" and caught myself and fell apart a little.
Every time I go downstairs it hits me a little, because I'm used to giving him a scritch every time I pass him. Every time I hear Bash's bell, because if I'm hearing one cat, I want to know the location of both cats. When Bash is eating, I automatically look for Max to make sure Bash isn't shoving him out of the way.
We haven't had only one cat in over ten years, save for the two weeks between Tor's death and Bash's adoption, when Max was so forlorn.
Bash is doing okay being an only cat for now. He follows me around a lot, but we've established that he really needs human companionship and frequent base-touching. He's not crying or exhibiting any behavior that makes me think he needs a feline buddy. Which is good, because I'm not ready yet.
I love Bash, but Max was special. I knit and wonder if I'll ever again have a cat who likes to sit on my lap under a shawl-in-progress. I cry and wonder if I'll ever again have a cat who automatically assists human in distress. I don't know. All cats are different. Bash is a good cat and I love him, but I miss having someone on my lap.
Otherwise.... life is. Adam and I are going to The Slutcracker tomorrow. Elayna has finals next week, and on Thursday we'll bring her home for winter break, which is almost a month. I'll have a Sekrit Project to keep me busy next week.
How are you?
Over the past 16 months, I have lost three beloved pets and the last of my grandparents. I was (in chronological order) emotionally abused, cheated on, raped, and assaulted by someone I loved, who I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with.
My daughter turned 18, and graduated, and went off to college. These are all positive changes, but they are huge changes.
If not for the other huge positive change of my relationship with the Thomases, I'm not sure where I'd be now. Nowhere good.
This is a year of losing things and losing people. It's a year of being sundered from my previous identities. It is a year of everything being peeled away.
I am trying my hardest to see this as an opportunity. I've said before that the blessing of losing everything is that you get to decide what to pick up, what to take with you.
The last time I lost so much, I had my Max. The last several times. When I moved to a place where I only knew one person, when I was diagnosed with epilepsy... I always had my Max. Max was the last tie to a lot of things.
Thirteen years. I don't really know how to be without him.
This is my first "normal" week in a month; I had Adam home for a week, then the trip to Chicago, then Thanksgiving week, and here I am, not quite knowing what to do with myself. Knowing that my life has changed, and not knowing yet what it's changed to. Knowing that I get to choose what to take with me.
One day in the summer of 2000, I was suffering through a Team-Building Exercise at my then-job. This was in Florida. A Saturday. Everyone brought their families, which was at that point my daughter and my now-ex-husband. After the Forced Enjoyment, I needed a break, and the animal shelter was on our way home. "I need a puppy break," I said. I looked at puppies, I looked at cats, and there was Max, then named Tito; I knew instantly that he was my cat, but my ex insisted on a kitten, not a five-year-old cat, so we looked at kittens, and the kittens ignored us, and Max actually played with Elayna, and I've told this story before. I've told it a lot. I've been telling this story for 13 years.
This cat saved me.
When my ex-husband was abusive, Max saved me. He snuggled me. He's always known when someone's in distress. He's always curled up in their lap for as long as they need. Many people have cried into Max's fur and been comforted by his purring.
The day Judah hit me, after I got back from the courthouse, he sat in front of the door and guarded it all day. At night, when he was convinced that Judah wasn't coming back, he moved to my lap.
Max has been with me through three states, five houses, two husbands. Max has outlived two kitty companions.
Max is the reason I have a writing career - I started writing again to raise money for his jaw surgery in 2007.
There is no way that I can capture, at all, how very much Max means to me, has always meant. He has been my constant companion. I have loved him more than I have ever loved any other pet - I loved Jack, I loved Tor, but Max was above and beyond. Max was part of me. Max was everything.
He was diagnosed with kidney failure in July. We knew that he could go at any minute or go for another few years. There were times in the past few months where we were sure he was about to go - when he started having seizures, when he lost all that weight. He held on long enough to see Michael again and meet Lynne and Caitlin. He held on while I was in Chicago. He waited. He had one last Thanksgiving - Max loved Thanksgiving, and house concerts, and any occasion that filled the house with people. He loved people.
He really did. If you ever met Max, know that he loved you.
He waited til after Thanksgiving.
Yesterday he took a downturn. He was weak, goopy-eyed, shaky. He couldn't get back up to his perch on the TV stand. When I kissed him goodnight, he cried. He wasn't a normal Siamese that way - he was rarely vocal. But last night he cried. This morning he cried. And we knew.
I held him on my chest on the couch for a good long while, til the vet's office opened. I typed a little about it on Twitter as I was getting ready.
We had said that we'd do anything as long as he had quality of life. As long as he was happy and purring.
He stopped purring.
He couldn't hold his head up, at the vet's office. He was so worn out, my poor little old man. That and his low temperature and everything else that was going on with him and the vet said she could give him fluids and antibiotics and he might live another few days. But if best-case scenario is a few days, and those few days would be full of pain...
We said goodbye to our darling boy, and we told him how much we loved him and how incredibly lucky we were to have him, and we thanked him for being the best cat in the entire world. God, we were so lucky. So, so lucky to have been his family.
And then he was gone.
There will be more later. More funny Max stories, more remembrance. You can leave your favorite Max memories in the comments if you like.
But right now, Max was my best little buddy, my comfort, my darling boy, and releasing him today was the best thing for him, but I am... indescribable right now.
We were all so fortunate to have had Max in our lives. He was a Cat of Love, we've always said. He was.
Adam, cuing up Person of Interest on OnDemand: "Tell me I'm being watched, Michael Emerson!"
Michael Emerson on the teevee: "You are being watched."
Adam, in a very self-satisfied manner: "Ha!"
Just - "ha!" Like "I knew it."
I went to the doctor yesterday with a List, and emerged with new medications, a referral to a genetic counselor, and a great deal of frustration. The frustration's not at my doctor; it's at my body.
* My heart medication isn't covering me completely; I'm having breakthrough flutters. However, my blood pressure is too low to up my dosage. So for that, at least, we're in wait-and-see mode. If the flutters escalate from annoying to scary, we'll have to switch medications, which we'd rather not do because this one is doing pretty well and I haven't had many side effects from it.
* For the past few weeks, I haven't been able to so much as take a walk without requiring my emergency inhaler. And I wake up wheezy sometimes. So now I'm on Symbicort twice daily as a preventative, and am to check back in a few weeks; if it's not doing the trick, straight-up steroids are the next line of attack. It's really never been quite this hair-trigger. So. Y'know. Concerned.
* I had a resurgence of pain in April and May as Judah was dialing up the emotional abuse and then escalated to physical abuse and rape. It went away from a bit after the immediate aftermath, but it's come roaring back as I wait on some things regarding the criminal and civil cases. For the past few weeks, it's been constant and at a level that absolutely impairs me. So I had to bite the bullet and get pain meds. My doctor would like to give me amitryptiline, but he hears me when I say I don't want anything mood-altering. So I'm on Flexeril for now, and we'll see how that goes.
I am hoping that a lot of this is stress, because this intense stress will go away. I don't know for sure, though. I don't like not knowing.
And so I am frustrated.
Also got my flu shot, then went to Thor 2, which I very much enjoyed.
And today was the first snow of the season, which I videotaped and sent to Elayna. Because... augh, I can't find any video for you! But it's a Gilmore Girls thing. The first snow of the season, and Lorelai and Rory always celebrate, and Elayna and I are Rory and Lorelai. This is the first first-snow-of-the-season without her.
She said "Happy first snow!!!" And she'll do the same when she sees her first snow.
My daughter is a good daughter.
I have a lot of travel and stuff coming up, and I'm getting "where will you be when" questions, so! Here is where I'll be when!
November 16-26: Chicago with the Thomases!
December 11-January 11: Variable, but a thing to keep in mind is THIS IS WHEN I HAVE ELAYNA HOME YAY! so no travel sans Elayna during that time. But
December 23-28: Florida!
And we haven't worked out the exact travel dates yet, but I'll be in the Chicago area for possibly the entire month of February. Caitlin's having her back surgery in very late January, and I am good at being useful/helpful, so I will go there and do that. I will almost certainly be back for my 40th birthday on March 2! Oooh, date grab for March 1 for a party. I'm gonna have 40 CAKES.
And March 8-16 I will probably be in Florida.
And that's all the travel I actually have planned until WisCon but YOU NEVER KNOW.
* I continue to vacillate between "I don't want to leave the house" and "I am really glad I left the house".
* I am working on a collection of highly interconnected poems that I have no idea what to do with when it's done because they aren't genre, and I do not know the world of non-genre poetry! But I have time to figure that out.
* I'll be in Chicago with the Thomases November 16-26!
* Which means I'm busy like whoa getting all of the Chanukah and Thanksgiving stuff in place over the next week and a half.
* Max has good weeks and bad weeks. This week he is having a bad week, which is really difficult for us. He isn't eating very much, and he's all wobbly. He weighs about 4 pounds now. The seizures are the hardest part, because they frighten him. He is a good cat. He still purrs.
* After a long run of boring knitting for the holidays, I'm enjoying knitting a Geysir Stretch shawl for myself in vivid cobalt and orange stripes. The deep green border might come in today. (Having an iPhone now means lots more in-progress pics of my knitting, so if you're into that sort of thing, it's on Ravelry.)
* Elayna's college musical theater debut is next Friday - yes, the day before I leave town! I'm looking forward to seeing her perform, and just seeing her. <3
Today is Halloween! Halloween is super-difficult for me this year, because it's Elayna's and my Big Holiday; it doesn't feel like today can possibly be Halloween, because we haven't been putting together a costume, and I'm not taking her trick-or-treating tonight, and... mope. *sigh* So. I am trying to be gentle with myself today.
Empty nests are hard.
Your poll questions answered!Would you like to go out dancing at some point? :)
Yes, please! Let me know when you're next in town!How are you feeling physically?
That is highly variable. *wry smile* I'm having a hard time with my insomnia, which isn't helping my fatigue or pain. Seizure-free for a while, though!Should I wear the green dress or the blue one?
Green! What do you like to drink in the morning?
And it has to be coffee-flavored coffee, not froofy candylike coffee drinks.What to do re a phys. therapist w/ bad priorities?
Find a new one? (I don't know anything about this situation and thus cannot offer detailed advice!)How did you break into freelance copy-editing?
An acquaintance started a small press; after an Arisia party, I e-mailed her and said "hey, if you ever need proofreaders or copyeditors, I'm good at that!" And in fact she did. Be bold!How are college and Elayna getting along?
That answer changes by the day! Mostly very well. She's having some wibbles that are very common first-semester wibbles.Are you addicted to change?
Ha! No, I wish. And I wish life would settle down a bit!How come your hair is always awesome in photos?
a) because my hair is awesome since I went gluten-free (it was thin and crunchy before)
b) because I allow very few photos of myself, period, so if I'm allowing photos, my hair has almost certainly been washed that day and stuff. (It's a wreck right now, but I'm showering as soon as I hit "post".)What Con should I attend if I ever have free time?
I think you'd really enjoy Arisia.Do you miss me?
I do! Will I see you soon? *puppy dog eyes*Is there a book you think everyone should read?
There are SO MANY. Thing is, there are different lists of books that different people should read for different reasons. I just set aside The Sparrow
by Mary Doria Russell and Dhalgren
by Samuel R. Delany for Michael to borrow - the former because it's one of those books that illuminates parts of me I want to share, the latter just because I think it's a damn masterpiece and required reading in the SF canon.Would you go to WorldCon if you were invited?
Heh. COMPLICATED FEELS. I have no actual desire to go to WorldCon, because almost every WorldCon in recent memory has been made of fail. (I'm hearing good things about LonCon, to be fair.) Plus I think that WorldCon is exclusionary by design - I take issue with the fact that they seem to want only older, independently wealthy white folks. I like my cons more accessible than that, hence Arisia and Wiscon being high priorities for me. Fact is that unless I get a grant or something, I can't afford to attend WorldCon. Neither can many other writers with lower income, disabilities, children...
That said, my partners keep getting nominated for and often winning Hugos! And having me there would help with childcare tremendously - as I've mentioned previously, Caitlin needs extra care. I have no desire to go to WorldCon in and of itself, but I'd want to make the con easier for Michael and Lynne. So I would go for them and for Caitlin.Not a question, but just wanted say you're awesome
Thanks! :)Can you pls signal boost my friend's petition? 1/2 2/2 Backstory: http://tinyurl.com/m7lsl9o Petition: http://tinyurl.com/ktahpcj
Yes! (This is about Diano Pho/Ay-Leen the Peacemaker's harassment at NYCC.)
I am having a bad body day. This happens; the weather is a contributing factor today. It is cold and grey and drizzly, and I woke up in pain, that type of ache where you find yourself subconsciously trying to stretch the pain away, as if you were wound too tightly and just needed a little unwinding, muscles too tight. Headache too. And my hands.
My hands almost always have a slight tremor, just enough to keep me from fine detail work. I will never be a surgeon, but most days I can knit. Today's a day I wouldn't have attempted lace knitting. On a day like today, I don't do anything that requires a lot of fine motor control.
But I still have to eat.
And as I finished scooping leftovers into a bowl for dinner, as I turned with the bowl in one hand, the muscles of my hand jumped, and the bowl escaped, exploding into shards on the floor. Shards I then could not even pick up because my hands were shaking.
I breathed, there on all fours, tremendously frustrated. I love my bowls, and they do not sell them individually. Dammit. And dammit I miss my daughter, and dammit the writing project I'm embarking on will be wrenching, and dammit Max keeps trying to get over here where all these shards are because there's sausage in with the shattered ceramic, so no time for self-pity, time for the vacuum (which hurts my back, but I will deal with that; my little old man cat is the priority here).
I have another bowl of food now, and I'm sitting and dealing with my back pain and verifying that this bowl is not available on replacements.com, dammit.
Sometimes this is what disability looks like: eight plates and seven bowls.
Why am I non-posty? Because I am between. I'm on hold regarding a lot of things regarding my world, and this translates to me thinking "I will wait to post until X". But I don't know when X will be. And time skitters on. So.
Off the top of my head, I can count three huge, major, life-shifting things that I cannot yet discuss, that I am waiting for. Some of these things are things I can do nothing to hasten. We wait for the universe's gears to click into place. One, I'll know next week when I might be able to begin to talk about it. So that'll be good, at least. :)
Two of these things will be AMAZING. One is complex and I don't know how it'll be. We shall see.
I figure I can get back into the habit of posting by doing my Friday Memeage, even though today's Monday.Wearing
: Mostly-purples argyle sweater, jeans, fuchsia knee socks with yarn balls on them, Supergirl underpants.Reading
: Republic of Thieves
by Scott Lynch and Writing on the Wall: Social Media — The First 2,000 Years
by Tom Standage.Writing
: That's complicated.Knitting
: I went to start the sleeves on a baby cardigan and did a thing and now the cardigan is sitting in the corner to think about what it's done. Also I have four more inches to add to the Still Light Tunic and then I have to do sleeves for that and sleeves, man. Sleeves.Planning
: Copyediting two manuscripts this week; BARCC meeting tonight, maybe a reading/signing tomorrow. There's a thing I'd like to go to at Oberon on Wednesday, but I have not been proactive about seeing who else would like to go!Link Soup
has started an excellent essay series called "Writing Latin@ Characters Well"
* Thomas MacAulay Millar has the best responses to the most recent rounds of victim-blaming; read Cockblocking Rapists Is A Moral Obligation; or, How To Stop Rape Right Now
* UK feminist site Bad Reputation has two interesting posts
about widowhood and the social perception thereof.
I had to learn to love my cat.
We got Bash on my birthday. Tor had passed away just a few weeks before, and no one was really ready for a new cat, but Max was terribly, horribly, lonely... crying every night. So we went to the shelter and got him a brother. See here
for Bash's origin story! And go to Facebook for more pics.
I bonded with Max right away, but I've always had a warm-up period with other cats, where I've liked them okay but haven't felt a huge connection immediately. Maybe because Max is SO my cat. Not enough room for others. So the people who spent the most time with Bash were Elayna and Judah.
People who were around during Bash's first 3-4 months with us know that he was a difficult cat, prone to attacking. Clamping onto people with jaws and claws. I despaired of him at times. And Judah would rile him up. Playing rough, encouraging him to bite and attack. He thought it was funny. Me, I didn't like Attack Cat mode. I got him to be gentle with me most of the time. Elayna did the same.
Then all the shit with Judah went down, et cetera.
And so here's Bash, who I like but am wary of because any gentle touch can result in a) purring and headbutts or b) him biting my damn face.
And here's an impending visit from michaeldthomas
, and their daughter Caitlin.
Caitlin has a condition called Aicardi Syndrome
. If that sounds familiar, perhaps you remember it from jimhines
's Aicardi Syndrome fundraiser
in which he did terrible cover poses for a good cause, partially inspired by Caitlin! (There's a pic of Cait on that page.)
The thing about Caitlin that's particularly relevant to this story is that she's most comfortable resting on the floor, and she doesn't have excellent control of her body movements.
Which meant that if Bash pounced her? She'd be defenseless.
So I had to launch into an aggressive Bash-socialization program. I work from home, so I was able to continue working with him throughout the day. I would give him love and affection - but withdraw it instantly if he swiped or bit, with a firm NO, and didn't give him affection again for a while. I walked the line of petting him until *before* he'd had enough. We learned each other. Gradually, he learned how to signal that he was done in nonviolent ways. I started to be comfortable lying down with him. I would text Michael - "He let me spoon him today." (Bash is large.) "He discovered the couch!" "I kissed him on the forehead and he didn't bite."
And... he adopted me. He started following me around, curling up on my bed, asking for pettings.
And I found myself able to scoop him up and carry him around, and he deigned to sit next to me on the couch, and he has even submitted to actual snuggles.
Fast forward to the Thomas's arrival, where they found a fluffball so sweet that I think Lynne still doesn't believe the horror stories. He liked Michael just fine, but he adored
Lynne. Lynne took over the #1 human spot while she was here. :) He even let her trim his claws - he was a squirming mrowling demon seed back when Judah tried, but with Lynne? Only slightly unsettled.
I introduced him and Max to Caitlin very carefully. Cait startles cats; her arm movements are irregular, unpredictable, and cats seem to have a hard time with that. They both did very well with her, though neither lingered long.
And then, on their last day, when almost everything was loaded into the car, we looked over to see Bash on Cait's blanket with her. Just standing there, eyes on her. Calm. Being petted by Cait.
Only cat ever, say Michael and Lynne.
We don't know much about Bash's previous home. We were told he lived with a dog, but we were also told he was 12 (he acts 6) and that he likes balls (complete indifference). Things we have discovered through living with him: He had never before encountered stairs. He had not been allowed on couches.
And we think he was in a not-good home. We think people, and maybe other animals, were aggressive with him, and Judah's behavior continued that thread.
Because this, finally, is the real Bash. The Bash who will actually sit in my lap, who follows his humans around and curls up close to them, who is sweet to tiny humans. This is Bash when he feels safe and knows he's loved.
He's been curled up under my desk, by my feet, the whole time I've been typing. That's new, too. The couch is new, under the desk is new, the bookshelf with its nest of shawls is new.
It's been a hard year. So it took a while. But Bash is my cat now. And I love him so.
(Yes, I fell off the edge of the world a bit there - wonder & joy with the Thomases for two weeks, then a rough re-entry to Normal Life. More on that later.)
If you do not follow me on Twitter or Facebook (I've been doing better in small-bites social media these days), you may be unaware that I have a new story out! "Becca at the End of the World"
is live at Apex this month. It's the first overtly-horror story I've ever sat down to write and the only zombie story I've ever felt the need to tell; it was based on a nightmare I had. Please set aside a unicorn chaser for afterward.
Um. That is all until you've read it! So go do that, if you're so inclined.
Dearest Arisia program participants: You'll have gotten an e-mail last night letting you know that you have but 24 hours left to bid for panels. I want to highlight one line in particular: "Please note that we will not consider you for a program item if you do not rate it as well as include a few sentences as to why you would be a good fit for the panel."
As of last year, we track managers were specifically instructed to not put anyone on a panel for which they had not done this. I'm seeing a lot of blank spaces in our system, which can = a lot of disappointed people who don't get to be on panels. So please take some time today to tell us why you should be on that panel you really want!
- your friendly neighborhood Literature Track Manager
General note: I am busy and away from the computer for much of this week! Do not rely upon me seeing anything! Everything is good, I'm just out of the house/occupied constantly. :)
...and that's a saved draft of something I thought I posted last week but apparently did not! Oops. I got a few people at last night's Lynch/Bear signing saying variations of "I was *hoping* you were offline because things were going well, but I was worried!"
Things are going well! *throws confetti* It is MOST EXCELLENT having the Thomases here. We've just been constantly on the go, is why no posting. I promise to recap our silly Salem trip, Emily's wedding, seeing Elayna for the first time post-college-dropoff, AND MORE. But not right now. Because now is for POWER BRUNCH.
Normal activity will resume probably Monday. Do not rely upon me to have seen anything! Also, Gchat only lets me see I've missed hangouts when I'm on my actual computer, which I rarely am - running my life from my phone right now - and sometimes only days later, so please do not rely on that as a way to contact me. E-mail is best! Texting is second best.
TL;DR: Things great, Shira busy, TTYL!
From my Facebook post about Thursday: "I sort of had a magical day in my city today. Was great to see BARCC friends, I saw one of the "Play Me, I'm Yours" pianos, got amazing food from a new gluten-free bakery, mailed gifts to Elayna and my dad, explored a fancy booze store, and every single person I interacted with was happy. This is a city on the verge of autumn and so ready for it."
And today I got to the MIT Great Glass Pumpkin Patch almost first thing and had a wonderful time pumpkin shopping with minkrose
, then stopped at Blick and bought Sekrit Art Supplies! And hit that gluten-free bakery for a butternut squash tart on the way home.
And got compliments on my hair and glasses from random sweet strangers, and laughed, and spotted another piano. :)
I went out pretty much constantly through late June and July. September was the other side of the pendulum. I'm going out into my city again and remembering how much I love it and how happy it makes me.
will be here OMG TOMORROW and YAY I get to share all of this with them. :)
* I have been super low-energy and dealing with some pretty massive fatigue for several weeks now; that's almost certainly contributed to the lack of posting!
* A factor in that is that my sleep schedule is totally b0rked. Waking up around 5 AM is not unusual. Daytime naps are the norm. This is frustrating! I'm hoping that Michael and Lynne's visit helps reset that, like my visit to them did.
* Have been jamming on the knitting; whipped out a cowl for Elayna and a birthday scarf for my dad. I want to make fingerless mitts for myself, but knitting magic loop is arduous and annoying for me; I tried to teach myself two circs, but failed. I will try again today. I'll need to do small-diameter knitting in the round for the sleeves and pockets of Elayna's sweater, so I need that back in my skillset!
* I'm back to BARCC volunteering - I had a thing Monday, and I have a thing today. Starting slow. It feels good to be back.
* Max... perseveres. He is delicate and too skinny. He has days when he eats all his food, and days when he nibbles. He is all bones and lethargy. But he came upstairs last week for the first time in weeks. But he's having seizures. (The seizures scare him - his heart pounds like a wild thing - but he goes back to purring and snuggling soon.) I love him and I cuddle him and I make sure he's comfortable.
* I miss Elayna, and I still find myself pausing at around three with "Oooh, kid will be home soon!" Kid will not be home soon. Daily active parenting --> college parenting is a huge adjustment, and my life has been full of huge adjustments this year.
* Looking forward to the weekend - on Friday, Adam and I will see Twelfth Night. Saturday is the MIT Glass Pumpkin Patch! And also a party and another thing or two if I've time and energy.
And Sunday? Sunday, Michael, Lynne, and Caitlin arrive. <3