Inner Authoritarian on the loose
At a certain point one must just GO TO BED. But first, laugh hard at a few comedy videos.
Sleep numbers about 4.5 hours then an hour + on the phone iwht my sister talking about walkers and Mom mobility and tele-MH-medicine. Then it was already light but so much for sleep while it's dark and grab another hour or so.
By the way, Happy Birthday RantDad.
More sleep could have happened but the day and the feast prep beckons. This year at Little sister's house. It will work. She is nervous so will only mention the good parts. Sister had nasty moment of kidney stone and sepsis earlier in the summer and we are VERY glad she wants to host and has energy.
Other than that, today's blindness tourism moment #1: Ambassador Thwack the Badly Behaved White Cane and anger management consultant took possibly inappropriate delight in going off on Twitter regarding the service dogs welcome sign at QFC. Rant x 2: if you and your dog on a leash cannot manage basic obedience and dog distraction issues, that is NOT A SERVICE DOG and it is a civil infraction to claim it is. How to enforce the civil infraction issue has not gotten addressed yet but I now wear a hat where I get to pay attention to next increment or delegate and make people report.
Blindness tourism moment 2 has to do with a series of unlabelled pictures with a lot of visual detail telling many stories but the most salient are about teeny tiny print, a notice RantWoman might or might not even find for days stuck on her door, a website RantWoman will have to reread, and a bar code number no more legible than the rest of.... Sure RantWoman can invoke the Ask a Human algorithm assuming there is a competent sighted one in range. But no, it could not possibly be about the blindness. No, not possible
Blindness tourism moment #3 while wondering who is reading old blog posts and especially for people wondering whether RantWoman's sense of humor has gone AWOL. Grab The Blind Person and HEAL them
Rock On, happy Thanksgiving and stay tuned.
Sleep numbers about 4.5 hours then an hour + on the phone iwht my sister talking about walkers and Mom mobility and tele-MH-medicine. Then it was already light but so much for sleep while it's dark and grab another hour or so.
By the way, Happy Birthday RantDad.
More sleep could have happened but the day and the feast prep beckons. This year at Little sister's house. It will work. She is nervous so will only mention the good parts. Sister had nasty moment of kidney stone and sepsis earlier in the summer and we are VERY glad she wants to host and has energy.
Other than that, today's blindness tourism moment #1: Ambassador Thwack the Badly Behaved White Cane and anger management consultant took possibly inappropriate delight in going off on Twitter regarding the service dogs welcome sign at QFC. Rant x 2: if you and your dog on a leash cannot manage basic obedience and dog distraction issues, that is NOT A SERVICE DOG and it is a civil infraction to claim it is. How to enforce the civil infraction issue has not gotten addressed yet but I now wear a hat where I get to pay attention to next increment or delegate and make people report.
Blindness tourism moment 2 has to do with a series of unlabelled pictures with a lot of visual detail telling many stories but the most salient are about teeny tiny print, a notice RantWoman might or might not even find for days stuck on her door, a website RantWoman will have to reread, and a bar code number no more legible than the rest of.... Sure RantWoman can invoke the Ask a Human algorithm assuming there is a competent sighted one in range. But no, it could not possibly be about the blindness. No, not possible
Blindness tourism moment #3 while wondering who is reading old blog posts and especially for people wondering whether RantWoman's sense of humor has gone AWOL. Grab The Blind Person and HEAL them
Rock On, happy Thanksgiving and stay tuned.
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