Dept. of Return

Tuesday, 15 January 2019 01:36 pm
kaffyr: Diane/Leo Dillon illo of young black girl (House of the Spirits)
A Homecoming, of Sorts

It has been two weeks since I last posted, and once again, I'm trying to redress my absence.

Dept. of Contentment

Saturday, 27 October 2018 06:05 pm
kaffyr: Clara in medieval attire, smiling (Medieval Clara)
Saturday, With Spanokopita

I'm sitting here, with a glass of good Japanese whiskey, listening to Nat King Cole, while our friend Josh Allard makes spanokopita for us. All we had to do, he said, was keep chatting with him. He brought all the ingredients, the lovely lad, and so we've kept chatting, and watching him make spanokopita. In a bit, after we've put that in the oven, I may have a Big Ass Martini (tm), or a drink I learned about last weekend, the Turf, which is made with gin, sweet vermouth, orange bitters, and angostura bitters. We'll talk into the night, and every muscle in my body, every molecule, will relax. I hope your Saturday proceeds, or at least ends, with something as satisfactory. 

Dept. of Narwhals

Thursday, 13 September 2018 06:04 pm
kaffyr: The Polar Bear from Polar Bear cafe (Polar Bear-san)
Yes, I Said Narwhals.

Because I love them and their strange ways, (which led me to write an S&S fic about them, no, really) and I love that this happened to a lost one. 

Dept. of Love

Saturday, 4 August 2018 06:00 pm
kaffyr: The Doctor, his wife, her mother and father (Wedding)
Another Wedding

This morning, Bob and I attended the wedding of a young lady whose twin was once the love of Andy's teenage life, and who went on to become his Best Sister, and the daughter of my heart. Her twin is also a lovely young woman, filled with the same light as DoMH, blessed with talents as delightful (she is an oboist, while DoMH is a visual artist. They both dance, they sing, they love with all their hearts; DoMH is far less bound by social expectations than her beloved sister, but her sister is far less confined by those  social expectations than she once was. 

This marriage was in a church; both sisters have a deep Christian faith (one that nonetheless seems to understand that there are as many doors as there are rooms in the celestial mansion.) I put aside my more than occasional irritation with religion, and chose to focus on the joy they took from it.

DoMH walked her sister down the aisle, as their beloved father died last year and their mother is not part of the family. There was much singing. The sermon was a fine one, as those things go. The ceremony, as traditional as it was, also contained laughter, cheers, applause and hoots of support from their friends as they were announced husband and wife.

We don't know the new husband very well, but we saw how happy they were on the dance floor; we know how much his family, from Puerto Rico, has taken Twin Sister to their hearts. It was all very good, especially the dancing. I didn't take part in the latter, because heat - it was 102 when we got home at 2 p.m. - and high heels hit me today as they didn't last month. It was enough to see everyone else dancing. There were young, old, very young, and very old, iced tea for those who couldn't quite deal with mimosas at 11:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and much, much happiness 

It was a very good way to spend that Saturday morning. 

Dept. of Wedding

Tuesday, 26 June 2018 11:48 am
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
My Heart Going Boom, Boom, Boom ...

Image under cut for size )

The day was supposed to be damp and cloudy. The sun disagreed, and came through, hot and bright. We were all drenched in sweat soon enough, but we would have been damp with tears of joy no matter what, so we happily lived with the sweat. 

My new daughter was lovely, beautiful, glorious, glowing, all the words you can think of to describe a bride. My beloved son was snappily dressed in a sharply tailored suit with a wooden bow tie, because of course he would find a stylish wooden bow tie, he's my Andy.

I walked Andy down the green and grassy aisle (which failed in its attempt to trip me by grabbing at my heels), hugged him when we got to the front, then sat down with Bob. Emily's dad walked her down the aisle, then went to sit down, and the act of joining two lives together began in earnest.

They wrote their own vows. No talk of death parting them, just talk of going on a journey together. Emily cried as she told Andy just when she fell in love with him, and why she loves him, and what his friendship means to her. Andy cried as he told her how much he loves her, and how hard he'll try to be worthy of her love.

There was plenty of laughter during the ceremony, between Star Trek: The Next Generation references by Josh Allard, the wonderful friend who officiated; a rambunctious toddler flower boy; and an escaping wedding ring. Andy and Emily are both actors and writers, which meant they made the ceremony as inclusive as all such ceremonies should be.

They exchanged rings, and kissed, and became the newly-married Emily Bates and Andy Berlien. 

Later came the cocktail hour and the dinner (pizza from Gino's East because, hey, they're from Chicago, so that's exactly what was called for), and hugs and laughter. 

My brother Mac, resplendent in his RCMP dress uniform, announced Andy and Emily to the gathered guests, using his most official and stentorian voice to do so.

So many people became part of the day - my beloved brother; found family, like Gonzo and Dr. Bob (Sandy and Bob Andina), and Jack Targonski;  friends of Andy's who have long been friends of ours, like Gordy Andina, (Gonzo's and Doctor Bob's son, and Andy's oldest friend) and Sarah Fields, the daughter of my heart and Andy's sister of the heart, and so many more;  and even friends we were delightedly surprised to have join us, like Neil Rest and Mike Butler. 

Bob toasted the couple, speaking about the difference between a contract and a covenant, asking those gathered with us to toast the covenant between Andy and Emily.

They danced their dance, smooth and practiced, because they are performers, and it delighted them to delight us by doing so. 

Emily danced with her father, and her father then beckoned to Emily's mother and her husband to take part in the dance, an act of extraordinary grace that brought a lump to my throat. By the end of the dance, Emily's two sisters had joined in, everyone with their arms around each other. 

Finally, I was summoned to the dance floor to dance with my son. I didn't know what music he would choose, possibly Moulin Rouge, I thought, the short and quirky Tim Buckley song we both liked?

Instead, Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill began playing, and my son began pogo-ing to the music. No sedate dance for Andy and me, I realized. That's not us. We danced around each other, and sang the song to each other, our hands to our breasts beating out "my heart going 'boom, boom, boom!'" every time the phrase came round. 

We urged those watching us to clap, by virtue of our own clapping. We jumped high, and often, and heard everyone singing along with us. As the song swelled to its end, Andy beckoned everyone to come dance with us, while my own 62-year-old heart went boom-boom-boom, and I realized anew how much I loved my son, even if he was bidding fair to kill his couch-potato mother with such musical cardio.

He told me later that he chose the song because it always made him think of me. He's wise; the song always makes me cry, mostly for joy. 

The wedding was about Andy, and Emily, and our dance was just a tiny part of the whole, but it fit the day that Andy and Emily created for themselves; it fit the way they chose to create an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace, 

After all, a wedding is also about family - finding one's family, and drawing people in to join the circle, and starting new branches that still are part of the old trees. We have a new daughter, and Emily's family has a new son. 

And I am blessed to have been part of the day.



kaffyr: (See the Sky)
Finally

The last time I wore my wedding ring was sometime in 2009, when I had to have it cut off my finger in preparation for having an MRI. I finally had it repaired. Along with the ring, which had been my Nana's wedding ring, I had her diamond ring repaired as well. I gave my wedding ring to Bob when we picked them up Saturday afternoon. He asked me if I would marry him. I said yes. He put the ring on my finger for the second time in 37 years. When we got home, I put Nana's diamond ring on the finger as well, in the place an engagement ring is supposed to go. We never got engagement rings 37 years ago. 

Both of them feel good on my finger, but the wedding ring feels especially good. 
Saving bandwidth )


Dept. of Kittehz!

Friday, 25 May 2018 05:17 pm
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
 As I Said In the Subject Line

Kittehz!


More about kittehz under here )

Dept. of Long Weekends

Thursday, 5 April 2018 07:07 pm
kaffyr: The Polar Bear from Polar Bear cafe (Polar Bear-san)
I Am On (Mini) Vacation

A long weekend. I start tonight, hurrah! We've ordered in some very good Chinese (sweet and sour squid, orange beef, and other stuff), I've had my first big-assed martini of the night, and we've been enjoying some hot club swing before we catch up on old and new anime. 

Hurrah for somewhat middle-class debauchery!

Also? More than 2,000 words in the last chapter!
kaffyr: Rory and Amy having a rabbit hole day (Rabbit hole day)
Things That Are Good

1. 
[personal profile] elisi 's meta - in two parts - on the end of Twelve's time with us (can I sob a bit? I'm looking forward to Thirteen, but gawDAMN, is Capaldi good. Also gorgeous. WHAT???!??) I plan on going back, re-reading, re-looking-at, and, finally, commenting. She is so good at this stuff that I'm afraid to say anything. But I will because I must because I want to. 

2. This clip of the Temptations, doing My Girl. The first part is in the studio, and dear sweet lord, how they managed to get all of those musicians in one of the Motown studios at once, there had to be magic involved ... beyond the magic that took place, I mean. Look for Smokey Robinson in the background, conducting with big-ass headphones on. And Mr. James Jimerson on bass, ladies and gentlemen.
Music under here )
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kaffyr: (Bridge in winter ukiyo-e)
Fandom Stocking Gifts

I've been MIA ever since New Year's, what with work stress, a back that went out just before Christmas, and again a couple of days ago - yay, always so much fun - but perhaps I can get back on the horse. A lot of you are doing the Fandom Snowflake challenge, and I've given thought to trying that out; late, perhaps, but fun? Some of you have been doing other memes, and all of them make me want to respond to your posts. But spoons - oh, spoons, where have you gone? I have no brain with which to post or comment ....

I did have a lovely 
[community profile] fandom_stocking ; folks were very kind.  Here's where you can find everything in my stocking

From 
[personal profile] thisbluespirit , I got a beautiful little Sapphire and Steel (and Silver! Silver, FTW!) drabble; it played with light and dark in a way that pushes all my happy buttons. She always writes our favorite Elements so well!

[personal profile] maeve_of_winter  took note of my Stranger Things love, and gave me a story about Hopper and Billy that was emotionally right on the money. Hurrah!

[personal profile] marginaliana  gave me a sweet little forward rush of a ficlet, about Jack and River and Eleven - two of my favorite Whoniverse characters, and one of my favorite Doctors - that managed to make me want more of Jack and River's adventures. 

[personal profile] weaselett  wrote a fixit ficlet (say that three times fast) featuring Jack, Donna, and an off-stage Doctor who finally did the right thing. Yes, this is exactly what I needed. 

[personal profile] liadtbunny  made me Eleven/River icons, and they will very soon go into my rotation because I love them. 

Speaking of icons, 
[personal profile] nrgburst  satisfied my Black Widow love with some great gif icons (and she included Bruce, too, because Natasha/Bruce is close to my heart. More icons for rotation .... 

Jack and River featured again, in a lovely graphic from 
[personal profile] chamilet [personal profile] trobadora  added to my Jack haul, with a graphic from Boom Town, which was one of the episodes that nurtured my OT3. Jack/Rose/Nine, FTW!

[personal profile] twinsarein  brightened my stocking with one of her always sweet and sparkly holiday greetings. 

[personal profile] hamsterwoman  sent my stocking's cute factor rocketing up, thanks to her graphic of a Santa-hatted hamster. Yes, my voice went up several octaves into the "woman sees cute thing and squees about it" stratosphere. 

[personal profile] pipilj gave me a lovely New Year's gif, plus a recipe that not only provides me directions for a good soup, but gave me the directions to make the stock necessary for the soup. And it has things that I love in it, like lemon grass, garlic, and ginger. MMMmm ... I was gifted with another recipe, for Jamaican rice and beans, from [personal profile] rosefox , who also noted my love of jazz, and gave me a recommendation for a great Ellington album. Since Ellington is one of my favorite classic jazz giants, this was much appreciated. 

To all of you - thank you so much! Your gifts made my holiday season that much more wonderful, and I hope your own stockings were filled with similarly wonderful things. Happy 2018 to one and all!


kaffyr: Dancing French cracked geniuses (Sometimes you need to dance)
Kitchen Terror Unleashed

I have made 78 molasses ginger cookies with raisins. 

Fear me. 

Dept. of Remembrance

Sunday, 25 June 2017 06:28 pm
kaffyr: Mid-afternoon view from the spirit world train. (Train view)
 Alexander, Bestest Old Pussycat

Under here. )
kaffyr: She's at a typewriter; is she legal? (Are Girls Legal?)
For A Start

[personal profile] lydy  is brilliant. She is a bit of a force of nature, one I would like to see more of, learn more about, and in general have more a part of my world. I still treasure a night many, many years ago, in the "secret" consuite at Minicon, when I had the benefit of her humor and intellect. 

I think I agree with her on things cultural, political, emotional and intellectual at least 80 percent of the time. The other 20 percent of the time? I suspect that we'd probably have some interesting discussions. 

She has written an essay that I believe is well worth reading and thinking about, concerning how women, the world, and "the rules" - for every single value and power of "the rules" that might exist in this universe - intersect. It is her answer, or at least an excellent precis of her answer (because her real answer is the way she approaches the world every day), to the question many men ask (in which the asking is too often more complaint about having their privilege questioned than actual question) of women: "How can I interact with you women without being a douche, if you won't tell me the rules?"

I think I agree about 95 percent with this one. And even if I didn't agree with it nearly that much, it's still an excellent starting place for conversations, or indeed for an internal dialogue, if one were inclined to think about it. Because, as I said, 
[personal profile] lydy  is brilliant, and brilliance nearly always is an excellent light by which to make one's way in this world. And, as she said to me when I asked if I could link, she wants to start conversations.

Dept. of Music and Joy

Saturday, 6 May 2017 08:14 pm
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
For Your Listening and Dancing Pleasure

I haven't been around much lately, which I'd like to correct, if for no other reason than how much fun I had in March, posting as often as I could. But work and the world have conspired to numb my mind to the point where I can't think of anything worthwhile to say. I can't even muster witty 140 character aphorisms, much less substantial essays (or even frivolous diary entires.) My online activity has been confined to playing online games or watching YouTube videos. 

Today, as I was browsing YouTube, I ran into some Peter Gabriel videos. Two of them just made my heart leap, and I have to share them with you. 

I've always liked, and often loved, Gabriel's work, although I have none of his albums. His writing, his voice (from clear in his youth to rough and husky now), his life choices and his beliefs, all resonate with me. For all that, however, I know very little about his full body of work. I wasn't aware of the tour from which these two videos were taken, but they drew me in immediately. I love how much he integrates dance and motion into his performances here (and, having checked out a few more videos out of curiosity after having seen these two, it's pretty clear to me that he has long done that).

And the joy that emanates from everyone onstage is absolutely infectious. Sure, it's a performance and sure, it's altogether possible that everyone was just acting. But I don't think so. 

(Also? Tony Levin! And Paula Cole has a voice that doesn't quit.)

ETA: I'm not sure the first one will show up in this post for some reason, but you can watch it YouTube if it doesn't show up here. 











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Saturday, 15 April 2017 04:26 pm
kaffyr: Close-up of manual typewriter (Typewriter)
I Am Bemused, As One Might Expect

I've been blogging on LJ and/or DW for more than a decade.

I've been online for far longer - BB and I figure we've been sailing the sea since 1996, well before the Web. Back then, my connection with fandom was Old School, and Usenet was my lifeline. RASFF*, of blessed memory, kept me busy well into the night every night, back in the days when we couldn't be online and get phone calls at the same time. (I still recall the song of the modem, something you youngsters might not recognize.) Today I can't even access Usenet, and the last time I did, RASFF was shell filled with spam. 

Getting involved with online fandom, first via TWoP and then through LJ and (eventually) Dreamwidth, more than filled the void. It introduced me to some amazing, talented, kind people. It was where I picked up a pen and started writing fiction again. It was where I learned to be less self-congratulatory in matters of this world - politics, identity, and other issues - and at least a little more willing to learn, to stretch beyond my comfort zone. It has been truly far more rewarding than I ever expected it to be. Thank you all for making that the case.

I don't expect to maintain my LJ after a few more weeks, but I'm so glad I came here in the first place.

*rec.arts.sf.fandom 

Saving bandwidth since 2006 .... )

Dept. of Mittwoch

Wednesday, 12 April 2017 09:24 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Pictures of Neat Things

Because I'm so tired tonight that I'm not able to focus on any one thing for very long. (Jazz, Thomas Merton, how they intersect; union stuff; stories I have to chase tomorrow; my brother; my Nana's paintings; A Love Supreme ... yeah, my brain is pretty much some kind of oatmeal. Or gumbo. Not sure which.)

Caveat: I took terrible pictures, fast, so these are fast, and kind of terrible. 

This is the male Cardinal that lives on our street. 
Under here )

This is his mate. You'll see her if you look carefully. I think the fawn and tan and green and gold-yellow of her coloring is very pretty, but it doesn't show up very well against the ground. 

Under here )

And this is my not very good picture of the blue flowers I love so much that bloom in the spring. Their blues were darker this year. I checked this shot, which hasn't been enhanced in any way, with the shots I took last year, which I admit I slightly enhanced - and these are the richer colored blooms. 

Under here )

kaffyr: (See the Sky)
Brown Eyed Handsome Man

He was rock and roll. 


Hail, hail, rock and roll. Heaven just got a lot cooler. 

Here's a raw and live version of his first hit. I could just erase everything I wrote about his performances and point you to this.




Here's a reminder that his genius wasn't just in ramped up rhythms. Much as I love almost everything of his that I've heard. This is probably my favorite Chuck Berry song.



And this? This is the Brown Eyed Handsome Man




Dept. of Good Saturday

Saturday, 4 March 2017 06:51 pm
kaffyr: Japanese building w/flowers on blue ground (Blue Nippon)
Only One Problem With Saturday

I forgot to take a picture of FB, BB and Neil at Hausermann's. I normally take a shot like that when we go out, but somehow I forgot to this time. Bad me. 

I did, however, take some pictures of orchids. Here, have two or three.

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I love going there and taking pictures, because even a devotee of the thumb-in-the-lens school of photography, such as myself, can take pretty shots. (What surprises me after all these years, is that I believe I like the tiny orchids, the ones that look as if they were carved out of brown and golden wood, almost more than I like the other blooms. They're so delicate! Of course, I love the ones with heavy aromas, aromas of cinnamon and almost-rose, or almost-gardenia, too, because I can never get enough of those perfumes.

Speaking of which, while there, I also picked up some lovely soaps and perfume (she didn't call it that, but that's what it was, or at least it was perfumed oil), from the lady who always sells her wares at Hausermann's. I love aromatic things, and I never get to wear perfume outside the house anymore, because of peoples' sensitivities or outright allergies. Today, I came home and anointed myself with orchid perfume. And I am happy. 


Goals, Day 3

Friday, 3 March 2017 05:09 pm
kaffyr: (Happy Kyouso Giga daughter)
Thanks much to [personal profile] thisbluespirit  for something cheerful!

This lovely vid made me much more cheerful than I'd been before I watched it. 





And today is Friday; I have dined on turkey croquettes and maple-glazed fried parsnips (courtesy of BB) for supper. Our kitty, Alex, is feeling better after a trip to the vet, and I had a very productive Thursday and Friday. So I am pleased. And tomorrow BB, FB, and our friend Neil go to Hausermann's for their annual February orchid show.

I am a happy camper.  
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Pictures. Pictures Are Good.

Warning - this will be an image heavy post, so it will be going under a cut (and let's hope the cut works!)

When I got back from Canada last fall, I promised pictures. I didn't deliver. And when last fall's political events started drowning me in the deepest of depressions, I promised I'd try to rise above it, at least occasionally. I haven't truly delivered on that, either.

So, before the start of another undoubtedly stressful week, I'll be giving you some pictures that make me smile. I hope you can enjoy them!

These are some pictures taken on the day of my stepdad, Rob Stirling's, birthday. His many kids, two stepkids, grandkids, at least one grandchild, and various spousal units, took him to Lunenberg, Nova Scotia, in hopes of sailing on The Bluenose, one of Canada's cultural icons. As you'll recall, we weren't able to sail, because the boat's electronics chose to misbehave, but the Bluenose's Captain was still able to present Rob with greetings from the Prime Minister, the Nova Scotian Premier, and various other People of Importance. You'll be able to figure out who Rob is; you'll see a boat load of his family; you'll also be able to ID the aging couple (including the woman with the horrible posture) as BB and I, and one would-be artistic picture of the Bluenose's mast. 


Here is an admittedly fuzzy picture of my brother Mac and Rob, wearing Chicago Cubs sweatshirts; those were my Christmas gifts to them, along with the copy of the Chicago Tribune that the two of them are holding. I was more than pleasantly surprised to hear how happy Mac was at getting his presents; I'd thought he might roll his eyes and just be polite about them, but he was genuinely excited, and said he was going to save the paper because of its historic value. I asked him to send me a picture, and he did. Cool! It's fuzzy, but it's still cool!

And here. )



And finally, here's a picture of one of my succulents with a completely unexpected flower. The last time it flowered was two or three years ago, when I got it from my daughter of the heart. I never expected it to bloom again. So that's kind of a great omen for 2017, right? 

And here! )
 

kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
The Sky is Full of Stars

Most of them we will never know. God alone knows if we'll ever make our way out there. And God alone knows whether we're worthy of getting off this ball of mud, this little jewel. 

So here we sit, turning our world to bloody red, dirt grey, despoiling the place, and ourselves, body and soul.  We take pearls, and become swine - or worse than swine, because pigs are pretty damned smart animals, and we, with all our great big brains, are small and petty, dumb in a way that beasts never are, and unworthy of pearls. 

And yet. 

Somewhere, a father cradles his child and prays he can protect her; a mother hunts for something to make her son's eyes grow big with joy. 

Somewhere doctors fight death; somewhere men and women tear aside bomb-broken walls, in death's way themselves, to rescue their fellow human beings. 

Somewhere, a girl creates glorious art, a boy makes music that makes peoples' hearts glad. 

Somewhere, someone gives up being selfish and cowardly, even as she is frightened to death of being good. 

Somewhere, someone is reaching out to her, giving her the strength, because he knows what it's like to take that step.

Somewhere people are cleaning up their messes, and our messes, too, helping the sky stay blue and the earth still verdant.

Somewhere, someone is standing up to a bully, and maybe even reaching into the bully's heart and starting a sea change.

Somewhere, an old man gives wisdom to a young fool, and a young fool gifts the old man with joie de vivre. 

Somewhere, one scientist pulls aside the sky of stars and looks into the infinite, while her colleague peers into the microscope and finds the cure for Alzheimer's. 

Somewhere, hearts yearn for love, and are rewarded. 

It isn't much, against all the death, and filth, and despair.

But perhaps it's not us doing the judging. 

We have always excelled at beating the odds, we fearfully arrogant humans. And perhaps, says the woman who isn't even sure one exists, except at the darkest time of year  when she needs one, there's a God out there, forgiving us our arrogance, loving us for it, saying, "Alright, you beloved cheeky monkeys, another year. I can't bear to give you up. I love you."

It's a gift I'll take. 

And to all of you magnificent people out there, here's a gift I've proffered before: my riff on "It's A Wonderful Life."


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. 



kaffyr: from "Spirited Away" (Duck gods)
Because You Need This

I have never heard porcupine vocalization before. It is adorable. 

Dept. of Oh, Hell

Wednesday, 14 September 2016 11:08 am
kaffyr: (Clara didn't ask for this)
 I Think My Laptop is Dying

And my company is deliberately not responding to my questions about my phone.

I do NOT need this. 

Must think of fluffy bunnies. 

Actually, thinking of the gorgeous day, and the fact that I'm gonna drop down to see striking Chronicle Herald workers this afternoon before heading up to the Valley to visit with my step-dad again. (We visited for awhile yesterday, and told him we'd take him out to have ice cream this afternoon.)

So, that's good. And laptops can be replaced, or fixed (preferably the latter.)

Huh - I actually feel pretty good now! Vacation magic ....


kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
In My Brother's Back Yard

This is what we saw when we looked out the bedroom window this morning. 
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And from the sublime to the slightly ridiculous; this is at Wolfville's water front park yesterday, showing why the town was first called Mud Creek. But in the background you can see Cape Blomidon, so only slightly ridiculous!
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