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moe has Teaching Animals Academy up and running… at this point i’m not sure whether i am still hosting it, but i don’t think so… although i still haven’t gotten official word that i am NOT hosting it any longer, so that’s maybe something i should ask about, eventually. she also has been BUSTING HER BUTT (and mine, and anybody else’s who might be foolish enough to show up on the property) getting the house ready for two new tenants — dyllan, who is 25% owner of the business, and has spent the past few years living in her van, and courteny, who monique and i have known ever since she was a kid, who is now an adult, and works as a veterinary doctor in the clinic moe manages, but STILL LIVES WITH HER PARENTS! — which means getting rid of the nasty-ass sort-of-a-fence around the property and putting in new fences, and gates everywhere, building a door between the upstairs and the downstairs, to prevent unwanted mixing of pets, painting and refurbishing everything. another big advantage to having the house lived in by tenants is rent, which goes towards paying off the mortgage, but DOESN’T come out of our pockets. 😉 moe’s mom has been in and out of the hospital — again — so we’ve got her dog… which moe plans on dying teal and purple later on this afternoon… 😈

the nursery is doing well. i’ve got two space queen plants that are very close to being ready to switch to flowering lights, and i have 5 space queen clones which are less than a week old, so they’re still looking a bit bedraggled, but i still have hopes for at least two of them, which is pretty much all i need anyway. i’ve also got one… at this point, i can only say “dead” plant, which came from darol. i’m not sure what it is about darol’s plants, but it seems as though when i’ve tried to grow them, they either die, revegetate, or something else which makes the plants produce very little bud… on the other hand, my neighbour, who has two starts from darol on his deck, currently, is on the verge of producing another “christmas tree”, like he did last year, only this year the buds are going to be bigger, because instead of back in the shady part of the yard, he’s got them growing on his deck, which gets A LOT more sunlight, and is also where his automated watering and fertiliser rig is set up.

panto is done for the summer. now is the time for the script committee to re-insert all of the gags that we took out to make the show fit inside an hour, with no intermission, for OCF. we’ll probably start rehearsals again in october, with a somewhat modified cast, and better sets, as usual. i haven’t been out busking since i got back from the fair. i keep thinking i should take my harmonic flute and electronic rig, and busk in redmond, because it’s fairly close and has a big public park right in the middle of town, or in freeway park, or myrtle edwards park, or volunteer park, in downtown seattle… but i’ve got this problem, where i think, “yeah, i’m going to do this, i’m REALLY GOING TO DO THIS!” right up to the point where i’m ready to start loading stuff into my car, and then i talk myself out of it: i’m paranoid, or i’ll get harassed by the cops, or something like that. 😒 at this point, i’m going to blame anhedonia, because i can’t think of any other reason.

the scam/spam/text-messagers have decided that, if they give me a phone number to call, i’m GOING TO call and harass them, so they’ve moved on to a different tack: they now send me text messages where, for some reason, they call me “null” (which makes them REALLY easy to spot), and have some nonsense about my cloud account being cancelled — nonsense, because my cloud account is on the shelf, behind me, and is 12 TERABYTES of space that I CONTROL — and request that i click a random-six-character .com URI, with a solidus and six random characters after it, which, after several redirects, deposits me on a site at “riskfree-download-speed-program.autos” or “install-protect-safe-download.autos” or some other hogwash, and then tries to get me to add my credit card number to their bogus payment window… and, if i close the browser window, and click the URI again, after several redirects, i land somewhere else, which makes the whole thing REALLY difficult to track. and it only “works” on my phone. if i copy the six-character URI, and try to open it on my desktop computer, or try to open it on my tablet, it goes to google.com. the whole thing is driven by javascript, so i have taken to disabling javascript on my browsers. 😒

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during the past week…

i’ve been dealing with diverticulitis, which means, largely, a liquid diet, and having to shit all the time, sometimes suddenly, and (occasionally) explosively, which is VERY INCONVENIENT… particularly if it is in the morning, before a performance for which the venue isn’t open yet… 🤬😖😒😠🤬 which resulted in my having to sit in my own shit the entire day, through two performances, and pretend that everything is fine. 😵 i have had to get one of my suits professionally cleaned… 😒

i hope i never have to do that again. i would literally rather DIE than have to experience that again. one of the things that my counselor has pointed out to me, is that i have “unresolved grief” because i DIDN’T DIE when i had my brain injury… something i am still trying to wrap my head around… 😖😵

ON TOP OF THAT clarice died (she was a defective bird right from the start, so it wasn’t too surprising), but moe’s boss was so devastated by it that moe, somehow, came up with TWO parakeets (they’re actually budgerigars), which are, tentatively, named Tommy and Tony (after Tommy Chong, and Richard Anthony “Cheech” Marín), but, at the moment, are as yet unnamed. ON TOP OF THAT we’ve been experiencing an “atmospheric river”, which has resulted in widespread flooding that has included our back yard!!

251211 our flooded back yard
251211 our flooded back yard
ON TOP OF THAT, the day after thanksgiving, moe’s mom had an “altercation” with another resident of the old-folks home where she lives, which resulted in the other resident attacking her and another old lady. moe’s mom now has a severely bruised face, a black eye, and both arms in casts, which means that she can’t do important things like opening dog-food cans, which means that her dog (normally called “the unicorn”, but recently we have taken to calling her “the miniature tyrant”… her actual name is “Lacey”) has come to live with us, and we are in the beginning steps of filing a lawsuit against the facility, because the staff basically stood by, did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, and waited for ANOTHER RESIDENT to step in and convince the guy to stop attacking… 😠

i’m not sure, and i don’t know all the details of the “altercation”, but i’m strongly betting that moe’s mom had at least something to do with the start of it. 😒

and ON TOP OF THAT moe has torn her meniscus AGAIN, which increases the likelihood that she will have to have BOTH KNEES REPLACED at some, hopefully, relatively soon point in time. 🤯

is that enough?

i will be REALLY glad when the universe STOPS attacking me. 😠

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here come the hell-idays… 😒

okay, so we’re having “friends-giving” at our house. in attendance will be the burkes, scott and nancy, my mother-in-law, also nancy, whose presence at a holiday gathering at our house a few years ago resulted in an extreme disagreement between myself and my racist bitch M-I-L which resulted in my isolating myself in my office, and ending the “salamandir taxi service” that she had enjoyed up until that time, and leanna aker, whose husband (ross) is in california with his father, who has cancer… and it is my recollection that, a few years ago, there was another “incident” at “friends-giving” at the aker’s residence, involving monique and her mother, which resulted in leanna getting REALLY pissed off at them — it’s also possible that the racist bitch part of my M-I-L was involved, but i have a notoriously faulty memory, especially for really unpleasant social situations, so i’m not 100% certain… apparently, monique and leanna have “talked it out” and, allegedly, nobody is pissed off at anyone, any longer, but…

basically, we’re having my mother-in-law AND a person who has been really pissed off at monique, at our house FOR A HOLIDAY MEAL… 🤯😖

this whole thing is happening thursday. 😒 and both my circus class AND my unicycle class are cancelled, this week, because of the holiday, and, because of the fact that the panto performances (remember them?), i only have one more unicycle class before the first of the year, and i HAVE TO remember to tell john that! HAVE TO!!

oh, also the birthday of this blog is this sunday, the 30th… it’s some random years old, now… i’m not inspired enough to check what it is. 😒

post native-american-day update: there was no blatant arguing or pissed-off-ness from anyone, although i WAS drafted into giving my M-I-L a ride home, which is the first time she has been in my car in four years.

i’m still not totally comfortable with her being in my car, because, while she was “perfectly nice and normal” on the way home, she was also “perfectly nice and normal” the last time, right up until the point where she said some things that were EXTREMELY thoughtless and racist, and, while she shut the fuck up when i called her out on her racism and thoughtlessness, she wasn’t certain WHY i was calling her out, and, apart from offering me a shallow apology for pissing me off, i don’t think she was totally aware of WHY what she said was so offensive, nor is she CURRENTLY aware of why what she said was so offensive, and she certainly hasn’t actually CHANGED the way she thinks. it was blatantly obvious to me that the only reason she was being so nice to me was because she didn’t want me to get pissed off at her again, and not because what she thinks is objectionable.

WHICH IS FINE WITH ME: let her think what she wants to think! it’s not up to me to decide what is ignorant, racist, or objectionable, for her!

BUT IT IS ALSO not “necessary” for ME to provide her with an easy means of getting to and/or from my home… or an easy means of picking up junk from a church that she thinks she’s going to be able to re-sell, and delivering it to her… and that sort of thing… which has become more and more common, recently.

the ONLY reason i have been doing those things is because i don’t want to raise a fuss WITH MONIQUE! and i will be CERTAIN to discuss these things with her, BEFORE the next time i will be expected to do them again! 😒

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almost there…

just a few more days until “the holidays” are over for another year. so far, i’ve been doing fairly well staying out of it: we had a party and karaoke last saturday, which i missed most of because of the panto. then on sunday — xmas eve — we had dinner with a couple of friends, and on monday — xmas day — we had my () mother-in-law over for dinner, which meant spending the afternoon and evening having to listen to cheesey xmas music and make “small () talk”, and that was it for xmas. this weekend, i’ve got two panto performances on saturday, and one on sunday. sunday night/monday morning, frequently, we drive up into the mountains — rather like we do on the fourth of july — to get the dogs away from our neighbours and their incessant fireworks. monday — new years day — we traditionally take the dogs to double-bluff beach, which we haven’t done for a few years because the pandemic has limited our ability to travel…

moe's mom

moe’s mom

she has been in the hospital since wednesday. her condition is, i gather, still more or less idiopathic, but they think it may be medication related, since she takes SO MANY medications, and has for SO MANY years… 😒 or it may be a cardiac issue, or, possibly, a UTI related issue, nobody appears to know for sure… she has also been in the emergency department since wednesday, because they can’t decide what to do with her, and when they CAN decide what to do with her, she has to wait for a bed to become available, and while she’s waiting, another bizarre thing happens, and they go back to being unable to decide what to do with her. 😒 whatever it is, she hasn’t slept in four days, she’s hallucinating — she called me, this morning, ranting about snakes and hedgehogs… what the “good” news is still has yet to be determined. 😒

ETA: sort of “good” news is that they have, finally, found a bed for her somewhere other than in the emergency room. monique says that it’s “excellent news”, but i’m not so sure, considering all the rest of the chaos that has been happening over the past few days…