The Fam in small doses.

4 ish hours of sleep.


Not nearly enough. Mocha partly to blame.


marscecence due soon
The Christmas cactuses
just keep hanging in there.

Dear text message groupies, Happy colonizing feast day to y'all too. I don't in the least see how permanent rebellion against muythologizing, cultural appropriation, genocide... is AT ALL incompatible with deep humility and gratitude. 


And while we're at it, sometimes #BlackLivesMatter means listening with great interest to program about African American classical music. 


There. Am I being cantankerous enough?


Today's Thanksgiving celebration was lovely: assemble some treats. Make cranberry sauce and cranberry relish. Ride transport to visit Mom who had already feasted. Nibble and chat the afternoon away. Get on transport and go home. Have conversations with Sister. Assure I am amazed by the festivity she and household pulled off last year in pandemic and I am glad we have not figured out how to be in the same space and let's try to make it a group effort for say smoked salmon for Christmas but in the meantime it sounds like we have a venue for nephew's 21st birthday or at least the fam end of it.


Other than that the internet is a great and glorious Thang and I am not so sure about the current holiday habit of whipping out the cellphone to filter links so Mom can think about a new medical issue and to find out the answer presently is No about brother and one possibility. 


One of these days I WILL figure out the Capital Hill light rail station and the right exit to take the #8 bus home. Today I realized the texture of the sidewalk was wrong and figured out I was going the wrong way on Broadway. Plus LOTS of places were closed for the holidays. This is awesome for people and their families but rough for me if I rely on specific blobs of light for help navigating. 


Welcome to my planet.

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