kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
George and Mary

It's the night before Christmas. 

Stars and Loving Couples )
kaffyr: An ostrich holding a Christmas tree decoration (Christmostrich)
As It Says on the Tin

I'm still here. And I want to post again on a number of things, including getting back up to speed in writing fic again; my deep need to comment on other peoples' posts, many of which have intrigued me, or made me want to share a thought or two; learning that my childhood home has been saved from teardown by being moved slightly; my ambivalent thoughts on the holiday season this year; the wonderful smell of the Christmas tree we just brought into the livingroom; and my inordinate happiness at sending out 59 hard-copy holiday cards, with some electronic cards to follow ...

... but I can't get my brain to cooperate. 

Still decompressing, and still trying to figure out the whole "retired" thing. 

Back shortly, I promise, she said, more or less confidently. 
kaffyr: (Bridge in winter ukiyo-e)
Holidays: Music, Cards, and the Ambiance Therein

I have to go back to work tomorrow, and the knowledge of that stressed me out so badly that my back went into spasm. Silly of me, since  I may only have 10 more days to go. As a matter of fact, after spending last night in a pain-medication-filled stupor, I had a much easier day of it today, at least partially because I remembered that. 

The weather outside is truly frightful - we're expecting 3-6 inches of snow, but apparently we must get a steady cold rain ahead of that, so that we have a lovely, glassy, break-your-head-and-or-spine sheet of ice underneath the snow. About 700 flights have been cancelled out of O'Hare already, which I think is a little wimpy, but safety is safety. 

I've set up my Christmas and holiday card list, and I managed to get 15 cards done today. I figure if I can do three or four nights of 15 cards each, I'll get most everyone. I'm going to put another post up, letting folks know that they can email me with their snail mail addresses if they'd like a card. 

And, since it's after Thanksgiving, I can happily turn on Christmas and holiday music. My taste tends to carols and quasi-religious baroque-ish and Celtic stuff. Bob's tends to secular American tin-pan alley stuff. We get along fairly well, though, by trading off days. 

But now I'm going to watch Doctor Who. That's a good way to end my vacation. 
kaffyr: An ostrich holding a Christmas tree decoration (Christmostrich)
Just Call Me a Yule-ish Capitalist

I have done all my Christmas and holiday shopping. Two days of research, an hour of checking with my Best Beloved for agreement on choices, one text, one frenzied 20-minute stretch online. 

Oh, and weeks of guilt over abandoning brick and mortar stores and the living they grant their employees. 

Go, me. 

How do the rest of you handle it?
kaffyr: Mid-afternoon view from the spirit world train. (Train view)
Friendship

This year. Oh, this year. What a hell of a year - and we're still more than a month away from escaping it. 

In years like this, it's hard to find a reason to be thankful (and herein entereth the earworm Reasons to be Cheerful, Part  3. You're welcome.)

But I have you; all of you who I interact with regularly or  intermittently, here in our ephemeral but strangely strong online community. Even those with whom I interact rarely now, because they have moved on to other communities, have enriched my life immeasurably. 

You have seen me through hard times. You've hugged me, you've offered help or advice when I asked for it, and refrained from doing so when I didn't ask for it. You've cheered me on when I needed reassurance, you've laughed at my jokes and read my meanderings. 

More importantly, I think, you've offered me the chance to do those things for you. Thank you for that, because friendship can never be one-way. 

Whether your Thanksgiving is a month in the past (hi, fellow Canucks!), down here in the U.S., or in parts of the globe where Thanksgiving is not officially celebrated - may your days, and all the days to come in this year (and in the next as well), be filled with friendship. That's the true meaning of Thanksgiving to me. 
Thank you. 


kaffyr: Animated Canadian flag (Canada!)
Happy Canada Day!

Because this is my last vacation day, and I'm trying to expend very little brain power, I don't have much eloquence with which to speak about how much I love my native country. So have this picture of my brother Mac, standing with a very nice employee at the hotel where Bob and I stayed during the wedding weekend. He's wearing his RCMP dress uniform (the version without the jodphurs and the "high browns" - the boots he says are actually quite uncomfortable.) 

He's as Canadian as they come, and that's a good thing for Canada. 



Cut for size )


kaffyr: Two elegant dancers (Dance)
Forty-Eight Hours

You'd think that Bob and I would be relatively dispassionate about Andy's and Em's wedding, since they're handling it themselves, paying for it, organizing it, etc. No such luck. It may be only indirectly ... crazy by osmosis ... but, since Andy's and Em's heads are ready to explode, so are ours. 

That's part of the reason why I haven't been posting. The frenetic pace of the wedding's approach has reminded us that positive stress is still stress. And part of that stress is just the all encompassing nature of this oncoming event. We wake up in the morning thinking about it, and it's the last thing we think about at night. Just imagine how Andy and Em feel ... I think their heads are ready to explode.  

Having one's head filled with nothing but weddingweddingWEDDINGauughh means that my ability to chat about anything was severely straitened. 

My brother Mac has arrived from Canada in advance of the wedding, and it's lovely to have him here. I'm surprised at the ease with which we've conversed thus far. I think Bob's reminder to me not to get too tense around Mac was very helpful. 

OK, that's enough - we leave for the wedding venue tomorrow morning, the wedding's Saturday afternoon, and we'll be back sometime mid-Sunday. I promise pictures when I get back, and I promise my head will be considerably more communicative. 
kaffyr: (Thin Man Christmas)
Vacations and I Do Not Play Well Together. Not Even on Christmas

I mentioned to BB earlier tonight that I don't believe I've had a completely injury- or illness-free vacation in years. And, I said, it's got to be me at fault, not the vacations. (A bit like the nice boy who wonders why he picks so many mean girls who break up with him ... it's not them, buddy ....) 

Blatherings under here )
I am a very silly woman. Then again, I am a silly woman in pain, whose closest relationship over the last 36 hours, other than with her beloved, has been with her heating pad. 

Gah. 

But the Christmas tree still looks beautiful. And my collection of TARDIS ornaments now stands at two, thanks to FB and Miss Em, and that's wonderful. So, pain or not, today has not been a total loss. Also, I've learned a lot about narwhals For Reasons, and that's also cool.  
kaffyr: (Bridge in winter ukiyo-e)
December Twenty Seventh

It is two days post Christmas and it is very, very cold here in Chicago.

But it's warm and colorful here at Casakaffyr. In the warmth and color - courtesy of the fattest. thickest Christmas tree I do believe we've ever had in our living room - with 150 very bright lights and many shiny ornaments and garlands. It gladdens my heart.

This is good, because other parts of me are less than glad. Unhappy mouth? Check. Back pain, thanks to moving an exceedingly heavy bookcase out of the dining room and building an equally heavy bookcase to go in its place? Oh boy howdy, check. Stomach pain because ... well, I don't know why; possibly too much butter and rich food? Indeed. Check, checkity-check.

Christmas dinner was had, eight guests were entertained. Gifts were gifted and received. (I'm so lucky to have family and friends who know my obsessions ... two more action figures for my mantelpiece, and more reading material.)

Still, it took two days to clean up, and both BB and I slept between 6 p.m. Dec. 26 and 11 a.m. Dec. 27. We're getting old
kaffyr: (Thin Man Christmas)
I. Am. On. Vacation. 

Which should give me a chance to:

1. Decorate the tree that's been standing, nude, in our livingroom for the past two days. Late start, anyone?
2. Finish my holiday cards. I got 19 out this week and if I can get the same number done tomorrow, people will get them before ... uh ... New Year's? Maybe?
3. Tell the story of Andy's tale of woe - stolen guitar, smashed car window - which then turned into an honest-to-god Christmas tale of loveliness.
4. Wrap presents.
5. Cook a goose. 
6. Write ALL THE FIC for 
[community profile] fandom_stocking . (I have a stocking up myself, and here it is, but that's not quite as important as WRITING ALL THE FIC.)

More, later, after I've decompressed into holiday cheer. Oh, and a martini

ETA: Huh. I can't get through to LJ, ("Bad Gateway") and it's not cross-posting. Anyone else seeing those problems?. 

Dept. of Thanks

Thursday, 24 November 2016 01:50 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS at Giverny (TARDIS at Giverny)
Thank You All

This world is a horrible world. But it's also, as Louie sang, a wonderful world. 

There are children dying in the Mediterranean. There are families starving in Aleppo. There are indigenous Americans and their allies being injured and frozen in North Dakota. There are black men and women, fellow citizens, who are being shot and prisoned here in a country that pretends it wasn't built on the backs of black men and women. There are people who wish to know nothing, and wish us to share their ignorance, at gunpoint, if necessary. There are slightly different versions of this horror across the globe. There is death, and starvation, and dying, and hate, and hate, and hate, and bitter tears, and the silence of apathy.

But there are sunrises. There are unexpected sperm whales greeting delighted underwater oceanographic nerds. There are lives saved. There are lives lived fully and fiercely with full and fierce love. There are rockets and tiny, tiny starships carrying bits of us into the icy dark, not caring one whit that there might not be anyone out there to meet. There are wonders, and children who may still save us. There are beautiful books, there are lovers, there are people who we love and who love us back.  There are angels unawares, dressed just like us. They are, in fact, us. 

And you are there, my friends, in that latter. 

Thank you. 

Any support I can give you, I will. Any love I can send you, I will. 

I love you all. 



Dept. of Thursday

Thursday, 17 November 2016 06:56 pm
kaffyr: (Happy Kyouso Giga daughter)
Cauliflower, Capons, Early Deadlines

I have just roasted cauliflower florets after tossing them with coarsely chopped garlic, red pepper flakes, salt and olive oil. It is really, really good. I don't know why I didn't think about roasting cauliflower before the age of 61. (Me, not the cauliflower.) I have a new side-dish for Thanksgiving!

I was playing around with the idea of having a capon rather than a turkey for thanksgiving dinner. After some thought and reading, I've decided not to do so. I'll just go with a smaller turkey and slow/moist roast it. 

Can you tell I'm going into Thanksgiving dinner mode? Doing so makes me happy. We're having FB and Em, our friend JT, Drs. Gonzo and Bob (not my BB, a different Bob), and maybe a couple of others. BB has asked that we don't talk about politics. Knowing our friends, that may be impossible, but we'll try to minimize the talk. As he says, he'll even be willing to watch football if it stops the political talk. "I want to be thankful," he says, and I understand. 

Early deadlines, early deadlines, early deadlines. Lord, what a pain. And I signed myself up for a Saturday evening assignment, which is also a bit of a pain, although it'll be an automatic 6 hours of pay. 

And now, to sit with my beloved and watch anime!

Dept. of Woo-hoo!

Wednesday, 6 January 2016 09:25 pm
kaffyr: Snark about fanfic (Adulthood? It's fanfic)
So: [community profile] fandom_stocking 

The reason I haven't been posting over the last few days is that I descended into full on Writing For Stockings mode. I'm a dreadfully slow writer, but I actually managed eight relatively lengthy fics, did a few graphic greetings and ... and I may have time before the slightly-delayed-by-moderator-migraine Friday stocking reveal to do more. I am, for a wonder, happy!


kaffyr: from "Spirited Away" (Duck gods)
Christmas Has Been Had 

It was good. The dishwasher broke. I have an extremely sore back that doesn't allow me to bend over. 

And it was still good. 


(The four hour clean-up tomorrow? Perhaps not so great. But that's expected.)

I hope everyone who celebrated had a good day. See you tomorrow. Sometime, while I hunt for an appliance repair man on Boxing Day. Or I could just wash dishes by hand, the way god intended ....)
kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
Fighting Against the Dark

I'm sitting here, listening to extremely eclectic Christmas music, the Best Tree Ever bright and shiny to my right, my beloved BB and FB in front of me. It's Christmas Eve, and, as usual, I haven't gotten everything I wanted to get done today actually done. But, as is not actually as usual, I'm not too worried about it.

I got the faux mince mix done, and it's marinating now, ready to be put into a pie tomorrow morning. I got the cranberry relish made, and I made the two dressings (a sausage dressing and one that's nominally vegetarian, although it's hardly got any vegetables in it, just loads of artery-hardening yummy fat-soaked carbs, because it's my Nana's traditional sage dressing, and I should probably end this overloaded parenthetical ark right here) and they are baking now. 

Tomorrow, it'll be time to cook the goose, the corn casserole, the mashed potatoes and the Berghoff-style creamed spinach. And maybe a pumpkin pie, although one guest is bringing cheesecake, and another one is bringing a Sicilian cake. And of course it will also be time to race around, trying to make the place look a little better before the guests arrive. 

But tonight ... tonight, I'm very happy. 

I looked back at a few of my past Christmas posts, and I wish that I could replicate some of the elegance that occasionally glinted out from my prose. But this year, I don't have much that's elegant to say. 

Tonight, we will be watching The Snowman, and It's a Wonderful Life together  (if the three of us don't conk out ... it's gotten late, and we're all exhausted.) Both of these are Christmas traditions for us. 

Folks who know me know how much I love It's a Wonderful Life. It's a complicated, sophisticated, deeply realistic but ultimately hopeful little cinematic myth, and it says so much about family, love, anger, disappointment, hope, the turning of rage into joy ... it's all about fighting against the dark, and I never get tired of it, I never stop crying, or laughing, or ultimately being made that little bit happier by it. 

Years ago, I wrote three little vignettes based on the movie. It's a Wonderful Life fanfic, I suppose. I present them again here, with love. (They aren't under a cut, because I can't seem to make cuts work tonight. Forgive the word dump.) 


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The building was cold and drafty at the best of times, the high ceilings and ornamental columns of its main room conducive to nothing more than the slow leach of heat to the outside. Tonight it was, perhaps, colder than usual; he'd let the employees go early because it was Christmas Eve, and ordered the janitor to damp the furnace. He didn't care. He'd be warm enough with the fire his man had built up in the study's fireplace.

He rolled his chair closer to the hearth, and leaned as far as he could into the warmth, then looked back at his desk. The telephone hadn't rung, not for two hours. Not since that fool had banged on the window and screamed a greeting at him - crazed smile, five o'clock shadow and wild hair, no topcoat - then disappeared.

He had felt a sour glee at that point. It seemed obvious the man had lost his senses. But his  heady victory had gradually ebbed in the dark and the silence, replaced with nagging questions and unsatisfied, fearful curiosity. Where were the sheriff and the examiner? Where were the reporters? He brought his fist to his mouth and scowled, resisting the urge to send his man to find out what was going on. He tried not to listen to the clock.

The fire died, and the room grew cold. He rolled himself around and back to his desk, retrieved the envelope he'd stuffed into a top drawer.

Eight thousand dollars. Such a small thing to him, and such a large and fatal weapon - he had thought - to his nemesis. Such a poison as would - he had thought - silence the fool and bring him to ruin in the eyes of the rabble.

He had thought.

Outside, the silence of the snowy evening gave way to something else. He heard snatches of song, the tinkle of a bell. For a fleeting moment, so quick a one that he could easily insist it had never been, he thought he heard his mother's voice. The music faded, and the laughter braided through it, and the bell.

He stayed where he was, his heart not yet ripe for the picking.


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Ever since Laura (who laughed with, not at; who loved; who left too soon), the dream had been a recurring torment.

He would be walking down Main Street, a Main Street lined with people, everyone he knew. They would all be laughing. No one would speak to him. No one would let him in to the office. He would run to his home, and it would be empty, all the animals gone. He would wake, tears streaming down his face, with the memory of his brother's disapproving eyes.

(His brother had never had those eyes, of course. Nor had his sister-in-law, nor his wonderful, brave, boss of a nephew. They all loved him, and so he got through with strings on his fingers, and the occasional snootful.)

When he lost the money, it was as if he had stepped into the nightmare. He had cried on his desk, the animals around him as he tried to remember where he'd left it, and tried to forget the fury in his nephew's face.

He wasn't a praying man - none of the men in his family were - but he felt as if a prayer had been answered when she knocked softly at the door and asked what had happened. Then she asked for his help, looked into his eyes and said it wasn't his fault. It took a heck of a woman to make him believe that, but he did, mostly. And off they went, making telephone calls, and telling those they called to call others, then knocking on doors in the snowy twilight, everyone telling everyone that his nephew needed their help. And everyone answering.

It was like a festival, or a deep breath of relief, in the crazy, crowded, happy front room at their house. He proffered his basket of loose bills like a vassal to his lord. It would have been enough for him. But while everyone was singing, and she was bringing out some unexpectedly welcome eggnog, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, and was brought into the tweedy, still slightly wet and doggy-smelling arms of his nephew.

The hug almost sank him, but he stayed afloat, grinning like a fool. He only had to sit down and fight the tears again when the younger man asked him - him - for forgiveness.

He forgave.
 

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She had always known there was rage at his core. She didn't know where it came from or why it bubbled through the quirky humor and the odd decisions and the steady look in his eyes.  But she never worried, because those things were the crucible through which he changed the rage, made it into something strong and good for her and the children. And somehow she had also known there was just enough fury in her own heart that he would trust her with his.

She held two secrets in that heart of hers.

The first? She had lied all those years ago, when she said she was happier home than in New York. She was only happy where he was, and if he'd given her the choice - home, or him on a tramp steamer and only a stone on which to lay her head - she'd have nicked her brother's shortest pair of dungarees, found some rubber boots and booked passage.

The second was that she knew his secret. Not the one everyone else thought he had. Everyone else thought he'd given up dreams of the world for her and for the family, for the family business. Even he still thought that, sometimes. For a few years she had thought so, too.

But she had grown to understand the truth. It was the other away around with that man. He wanted the National Geographic Magazine, yes he did, and he wanted to talk about coconuts (and she had made herself like the stuff for him), and dream about trains and aeroplanes and those blessed tramp steamers of his.

What he really wanted, though, were all those things from behind the solidity of Mr. Gower's counter, or his desk, or from under the counterpane on their bed. The look in his eyes when he'd walked, wet and angry and curious, into their leaking living room on their wedding night; that had been her first clue. Eventually she cottoned on to it.

She never told him, and when he came home this Christmas Eve in an uncontrolled panic, with the rage untransformed, she thought she had made a terrible mistake. She wasn't even sure what mistake (Him? This life? Herself?) but it seemed as if everything she thought she knew about him had been wrong.

Until she remembered the feel of his lips on her throat, the night he dropped the telephone and gave in to her. And she put aside her fear, and went to see his uncle. They would figure it out together.

And they did, and here they all were, and she was laughing and crying, and shepherding trays of coffee and eggnog to the flock that had gathered here.

She would shake later, but not in front of the children. She would do it in his arms, now that he had come back

Merry Christmas, everyone. Good Yule. Happy Bringing of the Light. 

.



Dept. of Still Here

Saturday, 19 December 2015 12:32 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
Still Here, Redux (Christmas Planning Edition)

Today is sunny and cold, probably one of the last cold days we'll have before Christmas.

I awoke in an odd but positive mood, very early (for me, on a weekend), got up and did my exercises, after two days of not doing them. It felt good. I watered the still undecorated Christmas tree and the plants, listening to instrumental Christmas music all the while (oh, Shoutcast Radio, I love you!)

Bob got up, and we decided what we were going to have as our Christmas dinner, changing the menu a bit, since he can no longer eat fibery things. No brussel sprouts, damn it. But goose! And two types of dressing, and creamed spinach and a corn casserole, and a (quick and dirty) mince pie, because I miss mince pie, and pumpkin pie, and cranberry relish and Green Slime ... yes, that's what it's called, and I'll probably tell you more about it later.

I am happy about hosting Christmas, and I want to make it a good place for our friends whose wife and mother is in what is essentially hospice care, something that happened relatively recently, and both the son and husband are overloaded and still in emotional shock. They want to come, and we need to provide them a resting space, so Christmas dinner is good. 

But dinner requires planning, something I'm not very good at, usually. Today, however ... planning occurred. I am somewhat suspicious of my subconscious, but I'll let this bit of unusual efficiency run as long as possible. That'll include cleaning, vacuuming, washing the duvet ... yes, hurrah for efficiency, let it last as long as possible!

Tonight? Decorate!

I have three more working days before 9 or so days off. I am looking forward to time to write for 
[community profile] fandom_stocking , and to relax. 

Ha. Relax. Ha. 

I've sent out 38 or so Christmas and Holiday/Turn of the Year cards, and the sun is shining (as I believe I mentioned previously), and I'm about to go on a goose hunting trip. Hurrah!

Dept. of Holiday Fun

Thursday, 3 December 2015 05:55 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
[community profile] fandom_stocking !!

For many people it's 
[community profile] yuletide . Others have other online gift, fic, and everything else exchanges that they love. But for me, [community profile] fandom_stocking says Holiday Fun like nothing else. Consider this my invitation to join me by hanging your own stocking up.  

Here's the sign-up sheet - and I hope loads of people on my f'list sign up — because that way, I can fill your stockings, which gives me a great deal of joy. 

I really want to emphasize that hanging your stocking in no way mandates that you fill anyone else's stocking. That's not what this is about, at least not for me. I guess that I'm being a little selfish, because this is the time of year that I love to write in, the time of year when I hunt down recipes I think people might like, or look for pictures that I can make into greeting cards with my incredibly tyro graphic abilities, the time I pore through peoples' wish lists to see if I can fulfill any of those wishes. Over the past four years, in fact, fandom_stocking has come to mean something very special to me in this holiday period. 

So ... if you used to take part and haven't for a while, consider starting up again. If you've never done 
[community profile] fandom_stocking , consider doing it, even if it's just to shut me up. 

If you don't have the time or inclination I do, all my urgings to the contrary, understand. Consider this my one effort to pimp for what I think is a lovely little community. 






kaffyr: A Santa cap on the TARDIS (Tardis Christmas toque)
Season's Greetings 

Now that (American) Thanksgiving has passed, I am revving up to start my Season of Reaching Out. I would love to be able to send out holiday cards at this, the darkest time of the year, to everyone who's helped brighten my year. If you'd like a card from me, please PM me with your address, and it will make me very happy to send you a card - anyone, from anywhere!

ETA: be sure to let me know if you'd like a particular kind of holiday card, or would prefer to not get any particular kind of holiday card!
kaffyr: (Bored in Porco Rosso)
It's Friday!!!!

So, first off? The Best Friday Song EVARRRR. Which I will probably intermittently re-post because it always makes the end of the work week particularly wonderful. 




Second: I hope everyone is doing well, as November gets ready to start its slide toward December. I'd love to hear what folks are doing.

Third: Much to my own surprise, I actually was able to buy two little Christmas gifts for two friends, and that pleases me inordinately. I bought them from a small independent store, and that pleased me even more. Most of my gifts this year will be donations in peoples' names to various charities, but it's always great to find a little something personal. 

Fourth: I was, for the firs time this season, truly disappointed with a Doctor Who episode. "Sleep No More" was, for me, boring, despite a lot of sound and fury; both gormless and formless (something that I've found to be the case with most other Mark Gatiss scripts) and a waste of a lot of nice background world-building. To take an intrinsically interesting idea (lack of sleep and what that does for individuals and their society) and squander it so completely ... it would be a shame in any Dr. Who season, but this season has been, for me, so uniformly good that "Sleep No More" is particularly unsatisfying. Mediocrity, thy name appears upon too many occasions to be Gatiss. I still like "The Unquiet Dead" and "Robots of Sherwood" though. 

I am fighting a slightly upset stomach, and gearing up to do my exercises; the stomach might not be a good thing for the exercises - we shall see. 

Onward, to Big Ass Martini time!

Dept. of Oh, Canada!

Wednesday, 1 July 2015 09:40 am
kaffyr: Animated Canadian flag (Canada!)
 






Happy Canada Day!!!

kaffyr: (Thin Man Christmas)
[community profile] fandom_stocking  lovelies

I had some delightfully varied gifts this year, and I wanted to acknowledge everyone who was kind enough to stuff my stocking. You guys rock!

People took me at my word when I said I loved recipes, and I'm so glad they did: [personal profile] bonnefois  linked me to numerous recipes for sweets (and I am going to try the Nutella cheesecake recipe, and probably die happy.) [personal profile] wendymypooh  covered both sweet and savory, with a pasta primavera recipe and one for chocolate cookies. I love chocolate cookies, so thanks especially. One of the most intriguing recipes was one I got from [personal profile] james , for barbecued peaches. marginaliana gave me a vegetarian recipe for sweet potato enchiladas with a spinach sauce. This is something that will send BB screaming for the exits, but I adore sweet potatoes, so I will make some up for myself. Heh. [personal profile] kerravonsen  not only gave me access to her recipes (Apricot ice cream! Asian chicken noodle soup! Lassi!) but linked me to a really lovely piece of stained glass-style Idris/TARDIS art.

I got a plethora of holiday wishes, and each of them brightened my day - thanks to [personal profile] knowmefirst , who also offered a list of possible IOUs ... I'm eying their offer of a banner for my journal with something close to avaricious joy, so beware! Thanks, also, for greetings from sjh2009 (I love fireworks), from [personal profile] tarlanx , whose greetings and art are always beautiful. [personal profile] twinsarein  provided me a Happy New Year gif that was cheerful and silly, while [personal profile] trobadora  made me squeal in OT3 joy, with her greeting card featuring Rose, Jack, and the Ninth Doctor. Oh, she knows how to please a 'shipper. Heh.

[personal profile] clocketpatch  wrote me an IOU for art or story, and you'd best believe I am going to enjoy whatever comes my way, because I love her work. *puts on thinking cap*

[personal profile] hamsterwoman  not only provided me a sweet greeting with, yes, a hamster wearing a Santa hat, which just made me grin all over my face, she gave me Vorkosiverse icons. Vorkosiverse icons! Ekaterin, and Miles! And links to more art! Thank you so much! [personal profile] redfiona99  added to my visual lovelies, with links to MCU-inspired art (you should really go over there and view them), a kawai Who art piece (!) and one bit of inspired Guardians of the Galaxy/Batman crossover art. Thanks! And [personal profile] falcon_horus  provided me with a beautiful TARDIS wallpaper that even now graces my screen. That was a lovely thing to find in my stocking.

And then there were the stories - thank you all so much for writing things that made me smile, or shiver, or cheer. I was especially gifted with Sapphire and Steel goodness, but let me start with a big thank you to [personal profile] merryghoul , who wrote a cute drabble-ficlet, "We Are Not Going to Cheem."

Thank you to [personal profile] ljgeoff , who wrote me one of the sweetest Donna fixit stories it's been my pleasure to read recently, (now you have to name it, so I can rec it to people, dear!) Go over and read it, and smile, if you're a Donna fan like me.

[personal profile] liadtbunny  gave me a short Silver/Steel/Sapphire adventure that was not only clever, but ended on a joyous note, making it an especially wonderful gift for the holiday season. Thank you so much.

[personal profile] annariel  wrote an S&S/MCU crossover, "The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze,"  which manages to capture the S&S sense of active, surrealistic danger, with the kinetic fun of Hawkeye and Natasha, and make it work. Brava!

And the lovely [personal profile] thisbluespirit , who first introduced me to Sapphire and Steel gave me some striking recommendations. I'm still reading "Daisy Bell" and being incredibly impressed. I quite adored  "All at Sea" andI can hardly wait to get to "Assignments and Enquiries."

Thank you, one and all - and if I've missed anyone, know that I enjoyed your gift, too!





Dept. of Friday

Friday, 9 January 2015 09:09 am
kaffyr: Riddell, from Dinosaurs on a Spaceship, Doctor Who (It's a challenge!)
Getting a Start

As you can see, I've already fallen down on posting every day. But I can endeavor to endeavor.

I can say something positive today. Last night, BB found my great-great grandmother's tree ornaments, the ones I was a little worried had somehow been thrown out last year. They normally sit high atop our tree each year, because they are extremely fragile. They're made only of wire and a sort of cloth and tinsel covering, plus tiny balls and bits of gold thread. I hope to pass them on to FB so that he can have something from one side of the family that goes back well over a century. When BB discovered the little box we'd stored them in, and somehow failed to open this year, it brightened my entire day.

Another positive; people seem to be liking the 
[community profile] fandom_stocking  stuffers I provided for them, which tickles me.

And finally, people were particularly good to me this year. I got loads of wonderful recipes (including one for barbecued peaches, which means I want to go out and get peaches right this minute to try it out) and a couple of lovely cards, and stories. I'll thank everyone more personally a little later, but to all of you right now - thank you so much!

BB and I have watched the first two episodes of Agent Carter (apparently they were initially shown as a two-hour, two-episode presentation, but we watched the separate hours on two consecutive nights), and we are both very, very impressed with it. I like Peggy, I like the care shown with the period (certainly more than many television shows offer), although, as a consumer of old-time radio drama I have to say they overdid it with the camp. I can tell you that most radio dramas, even during the 1940s, even when they dealt with heroes or superheroes, were usually a lot less awful than that. Still, that's a minute cavil.

In considerably grimmer thoughts, I am still torn up about the massacre at Charlie Hebdo, (I may not be a fan of that kind of journalism, but they were journalists, so it hits even harder than it would otherwise) the horrific and stupid subsequent attacks at mosques or businesses near mosques, and the cornering and hostage-taking at the kosher delicatessen. I understand and support both #iamcharlie and #iamahmed, and I fear for further violence. I'd say that god must be weeping now, god and all their prophets and angels, but I don't think they have stopped crying for a long, long time.



kaffyr: (Side-eyeing Coulson)
 Winter Freeze, Brain Thaw (I Hope)

It's been far too long since I posted anything, and, as a sort of resolution for 2015, I'm going to try to post something every day. Yes, yes, you in the back, chuckling into your beard, you heard right. What's more, I'm going to try to post something worth reading. And I'm going to try to interact with people on their journals — so what do you think about that? 

Ah, still chortling. 

Well, I don't blame you. 

It's true. My ability to maintain a healthy posting habit has not been stellar in the past. But I swear I'm going to try. Just as I'm going to try to find something positive to say about my life. It probably won't be daily, but I am going to try to do it regularly. I think I read something, possibly on one of my friends' journals, which speculated that forcing one's self to actively think about positives can make one eventually feel more positive. Using externals to force a change in the internals, as it were. 

So: what have I been up to?

New Year's Eve and the Christmas tree )

Writing and fandom_stocking )

Being union mom. Gah. )
kaffyr: Rory and Amy having a rabbit hole day (Rabbit hole day)
Several Things Make a List
  • Medical stuff )
  • Work: things are still crazy. Still making a deliberate and considered effort not to be freaked the fuck out. Vacation transition madness continues. Still focusing on fuzzy kittens with all my will.
  • Christmas Day: Successfully pulled off dinner for nine. Enjoyed the company; the company enjoyed us. Loved giving out the presents - partial shares in water buffaloes (and a couple of shares of goats) through Heifer International. Plus book store gift cards, because everyone needs something more than a water buffalo. Got some neat things; the Doctor Who Book of Monsters from one of my friends who is a proto-fan, a book about British Kings and Queens, Gerald Durrell's A Zoo in my Luggage, which I've loved since I read it as a child. Oh, and BB's going to get me my first tattoo ... yesssssss! Got a back spasm.
  • Writing: Trying to work on [community profile] fandom_stocking  and thus far I have one story finished up, just about half an hour ago. With maybe three days to go before it closes, this is as unproductive as I've been in years. We shall see whether writing what I did today may have loosened the log jam in my brain at all.
  • BB: in bed all day with a cough and a temperature that got to about 102.8 before falling a little. I am worried.
And now, to bed, with heating pad and extra pillows because, yes, the back is still wonked. 
 

kaffyr: Keep Calm & dive behind the sofa (Dive behind the sofa)
Whiplash and such

My Christmas season, my holiday season, has been rather schizophrenic, in the non-medical sense of the word. The first couple of weeks were actually pretty good. I've mentioned that we got most of our Christmas presents purchased early on, and that they were things that made us feel good to buy. I also got out almost two dozen cards, something I haven't done in several years. All of those were good things.

Family Christmas )

So, all of those things were to the good. So was the fact that I found a small goose and a small turkey that I plan to cook for Christmas dinner.

But other things have started dragging me down, and I'm struggling to fight them off.

old overlords, new overlords, wtf )

And last night I had a minor dissolution into tears because I abruptly really, really didn't want to host Christmas dinner. I didn't feel as if I'd have the time to put it together, I didn't feel as if we have the space to make it enjoyable for nine people, I didn't have what I consider a clean place to host it in ....

AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaauuuuughh! My Brain Isn't Being Logical, and I Am Disapproving of It!

So right now, I'm going off to the home office to see if I can get myself turned around. If I can't do that by the end of the day, I am going to risk my friendships with at least two or three groups of people and tell them that, with many very honest apologies, I can't do Christmas. It's a bit unforgivable (wait, that's like saying "a bit pregnant," isn't it?) but I think it may be a realistic mental-health option for me. I shall know before 6 p.m. or so.

Also, BB has another appointment with the endocrinologist today, and I'm going with him. The last visit was less than optimal and, although we think we'll have better results this time, I'm not looking forward to it.

Also again - nothing written for [community profile] fandom_stocking  yet. My brain isn't working. This is bad.

Fluffy bunnies, I'm just going to think about fluffy bunnies. And kittehz. Must think of kittehz.


ETA: LJ just sent me a message telling me that this post made its top 25 posts of the day. LJ is clearly lying or dying, I'm not sure which.





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