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We were without power for just under 60 hours.  The house only got down to 46, according to the thermostat in the hall. It may have gotten colder in the kitchen and dining room since there's a lot of windows there. Thax had brought me some flowers for Valentine's Day and the lilies ended up getting that transparent frostbitten look that I remembered from working in the flowershop--the look of flowers that got too cold &/or touched the wall of the walk in flower fridge.  So that tells me the dining room may have gotten to 40 or less.

We have a gas powered fireplace so we moved a futon mattress and lots of blankets into the living room in front of the fire, wore lots of layers & had a bunch of  blankets & just snuggled with the dogs. We read books and napped and warmed things up over the fire for hot things to drink and eat--I now see why our ancestors liked soups so much, much easier to keep from burning that. We weren't really all that hungry during the week of snow, but I fed the dogs twice a day as always and warmed things up for us every now and then because it seemed we should eat
 I had made a big pot of beans and a shepherd's pie in the days before the snowstorm, so we warmed those up and ate them for days.  

We had stocked up on hot cider mix, cocoa, rum, and whiskey so we stayed pretty toasty. We also warmed up some mead that we'd bought at some point or another. Our Viking ancestors knew what they were doing when they invented mead!  

The dogs hated the snow the first few days but by Wednesday or Thursday they were OK with going out and really really wanted a walk so we took a short one through the neighborhood.  I had put down puppy pads for them in case they refused to go out, but they were very good about going out for potty, even though they didn't like it. Our terrier mix Liam learned to appreciate snuggling under blankets; normally he is a rather independent sleeper. The bassett-lab Boba, of course, is a big snuggle-bear and was a great help in keeping warm at night.


Thax's birthday was 2/16 and I made him pancakes over the fire. Burned the first one a little but the rest were fine.  Pretty pitiful birthday celebration. We did have leftover cake from when I'd decided to make a Mardi Gras-themed cake the previous week. It wasn't much of  a celebration, but since we're in a pandemic anyway, it wouldn't have been much of one either way. :/

The time without electricity and light was a sort of endless/timeless thing that is already almost fading in memory because there wasn't much to mark the passage of time other than dark and light.  
 
We never lost water or gas, thank goodness. I'm thinking we need a gas stove; there's already a valve but it's a hassle to get gas-powered appliances because you have to get a city employee to come out and check the connection and approve it before you can use the appliance. I just remember it being a hassle when we replaced our gas water heater a few years ago, and I lost some days at work due to having to wait around for the various service people & city employees to come and do their various things. But that water heater is my best friend after last week--I would not have done as well if I had not been able to take a hot shower and thaw out a couple of times during the week. I tried to be sparing, knowing that others were in need of water, but I did get (and greatly appreciate) my hot showers.
 
My work was closed last week so I didn't get paid for a week but it's OK. They're offering extra hours to make up for it. One of the contractors in the group that got trained and started a week ahead of my group got on permanent/full time, so it's nice to see that is actually possible. I really like a 20  hour work week, though. And the money is fine so I don't really *need* to work any longer than that, and I suspect I would not enjoy it as much if it was full-time work. I enjoy my free time at home very much. I will enjoy it even more once this pandemic is under control and we can spend time out in the world with friends and family again.

I was frustrated during the times we had internet access that I saw friends and family having problems and due to the combination of extremely dangerous icy roads and pandemic, being helpless to offer anything in the way of help or shelter to anyone. Of everything in this situation, that was the worst.

There's a lot of outrage at elected officials and ERCOT
 right now. I wonder if the people's anger will last and be able to overcome the gerrymandering in Texas next time these folks are up for re-election. I have hope but no expectations in that regard; if it were entirely up to me, of course, I'd be living in Belize right now. Second choice: Colorado. Yes, they have snow every winter, BUT the correct infrastructure is there and houses are built to withstand such events. Texas is/was not. Additionally, Colorado has legalized some things that Texas doesn't seem to want to legalize, and ended qualified immunity and taken steps against civil forfeiture, both of which seem like egregious government overreach to me.  It seems to me that Colorado is heading in a better direction than Texas is.  And Belize, though it is a third world nation in many aspects, does  have affordable healthcare, organic foods, and what appears to me to be robust communities that look out for one another, which we don't have here. And, again, unlike Texas, Belize seems to be improving its infrastructure while continuing to protect its ecosystem, and getting better and better rather than trending towards ruin.

We are living in strange times, that's for sure.   So that's the storm and my general state of mind these days. 
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AWWWW!




GIANT hair!!!!




Sad darth vader. I want to give him a hug!
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This word Venison. Waht it means, pleez?"
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found this site thru [livejournal.com profile] penguinsarefun's blog

http://adipositivity.phototage.com/ [some nsfw images]

Looks like something right up your alley.
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On this day, 27 years ago, around 5 in the evening, I took my first look at my little sister in her little 'baby aquarium'.

I can hardly reconcile that little pink thing with the young woman I am so proud of today.



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Cleaning out my digital camera this evening, thought I'd share:

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    16 Nov. 7:43 am

     

     

    I had seen this girl from afar, cool boots & she had a cute green tail
    but up close not as cute as I thought she was. The boy with her reminds
    me of [Cousin B]. I told him that and he was all like "so I look like redneck
    spawn?"

    It was kinda funny.

    http://www.rensites.com/gallery/album645/DSCF0168?full=1

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    Apr. 27, 2005

     

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I had a very pleasant weekend. I took 107 pictures. I am tired & either sunburned or windburned or both. But it was a great little mini-vacation and I had a good time.

Friday, I wandered. I stopped in San Marcos at The Paper Bear, which is a giant card, gift, and party store that has just about everything. I got my mascot for the weekend: a greeting card with a Majestic Sea Goddess on the front. (In typical ironic fashion, turns out She was merely art for the front of a ship's menu. However, She was my guiding spirit for the weekend and all went well, largely thanks to keeping in perspective that one person's Goddess is another person's invitation to Alka Seltzer city.)

Mapquest gave me some goofy directions, but I found Dry Comal Creek Vineyards & the Poteet Country Winery, got great directions from a guy at a Shamrock (may the gods and goddesses bless him for life!) and found my way to Aransas Pass, TX.

Mapquest *really* screwed up the hotel directions. Once in A.Pass, 35 basically runs smack into the hotel. Seriously, it T's right into where my hotel is. But Mapquest insisted I go right and then right again...which was wrong. So I got lost as a goose, but then finally stumbled across the hotel, got checked in, did some quick yoga, got dinner at the local grocery store, and crashed early.

Saturday, I went out to Ingleside Faire 'round 8 a.m. I was hoping to meet up with my dear E, SIL & their rescued person/helper-person, but I never saw them. (Turns out they'd gotten to faire site at 5 a.m. and were already well inside the faire grounds, so I never saw them.)

Anyway, while I waited in the car, I finished up Excalibur, which was book 3 of Bernard Cornwell's King Arthur trilogy, which I amazingly managed to find all of them in the library as I needed them.

Then it was 9:15, I was hungry and cold so I went back into Aransas Pass where I'd seen a very promising-looking establishment for breakfast.

My SIL thinks I have a great instinct for finding wonderful, offbeat places to go, but it's really very trial and error. Obviously, since I never share my failures with anyone, she doesn't realize that for every good restaurant, shop or off-the-beaten-path destination I stumble across, I also endure some of the most embarassing, dreadful, and just plain horrific experiences imaginable. Admittedly, however, it's really nice that someone thinks I have this wonderful unerring talent. Very ego-gratifying.

But, I digress: Cafe Bakery (Or was it Bakery Cafe?) was exactly the kind of place one should have breakfast: odors of coffee, bacon, an cigarette smoke as soon as you walk in, comfortably worn carpet & seats. Not yet shabby, but lived in. Sassy waitresses with big smiles, TV turned to the news & weather station, a table of ol' boys in their camo, getting a big breakfast before spending the day out hunting or fishing. Local policeman sharing breakfast with his sister, brother in law, and niece, gossiping about the rent-a-cops at the local grocery store. In jokes & conversations where everyone is referred to by first name. Great coffee. And...

The Biscuits of God.

I may re-think my wicked ways and try to get to Heaven, because if I do, these biscuits will surely be waiting on His right hand at God's breakfast table.

Yum yum.

Good lord, I'm several hundred words into this and I've only gotten to breakfast.

Fast forward:

Faire. Turns out last-minute helper/rescuee was SIL's youngest lover. He has decided he likes me and I'm cool. Very worrysome. He says I talk like I'm on South Park. I think it was a compliment.

I didn't see much at faire that I wanted to buy. There was a lot of basic garb stuff, nothing I had to have. I did buy 4 soaps from one booth & got some good advice on making clear soap. I can't wait to give it a try--I will make some clear soap yet!

In the tavern/food court area, I ran into one of the alt.fairs.renaissance folks & we visited a bit. That was fun.

Left faire 1-ish, went to Port A for lunch. Had a miss there. It looked like a great place for fresh seafood to take home and cook yourself, though.

Walked on the beach. Collected shells.

Back to faire. Hung out until faire closing, helped E, SIL, and Rescuee a bit with putting stuff away for tomorrow.

Back to hotel, changed clothes. Off to Corpus Christi to have dinner and see the Brobdingnagian Bards, who happened to be playing an Irish Pub in C.C. the same weekend as Ingleside. Coincidences are so cool.

BUT: I got lost as a goose, drove across the bridge about 5 times, gave up, had dinner at Blackbeard's. Another miss. Rather odd live music. Loud drunk Bikers. A giant table full of even louder spoiled girls (sorority or high school? Could not tell! Agh, I'm getting old!)

Back to hotel, crashed & burned.

Sunday: Dragged E, SIL, and The Rescued Waif to Cafe Bakery (or was it Bakery Cafe?) for breakfast. Drank wayy too much coffee and got a little silly. But I think it was good. Saw them off in the direction of Ingleside, headed the opposite direction for the Corpus Christi Aquarium. I had time to kill before it opened, so I went to the marina, found where the bards had played. Found it very easily in daylight, of course. Took pictures of a piratey looking boat. Peed in the yacht club bathroom, that was swank. Walked along the water a bit. Then went back across the bridge, walked on Corpus Christi beach, made a little shrine with the shells I'd found at Port A yesterday, took pictures of my Sea Goddess shrine, walked around barefoot, then went to the aquarium.

Getting to the aquarium first thing on a Sunday is a fine thing. No people at all. The staff was very friendly. I saw water birds, petted sharks and rays, tripped out on some comb jellies & other jellyfish, and saw a really big fucking grouper who is going to give me nightmares. OH! AND a blue lobster! I crawled through the kid-exhibits, laid down on the floor of the underwater dolphin observatory and got eye-to-eye with a dolphin. I got to see one of them pee, too. That was...unique.

Then I saw the dolphins do some tricks for their actual 'show' (depressing: they are both a bit over 19 years old, and both male. I wanted to ask if they ever got female company. I wanted to ask how long Atlantic Bottlenose dolphins live. But...I am afraid I would have been more depressed knowing the answers) then went to lunch (a hit), then on back to Austin, listening to loud 80's hair bands and singing along the whole way.

Did I mention I took 107 pictures?

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950Aim for the Moon--you CAN have it all

 
  • Oct. 29, 2002
     
    Aim For The Moon: You Can Have It All!
    Special for eDiets
    by Hara Estroff Marano

    The subject is lasting change, how to get beyond resolutions that
    repeatedly meet failure and into the promised land of sustained
    change.
    The secret is, you can achieve what you want only if you have a clear
    vision of where you are headed. "The reason most people aren't moving
    forward," says Ti Caine, a hypnotherapist and life coach based in
    Sherman Oaks, California, "is that they don't even know where they
    are going." If they are going anywhere, it's towards whatever they
    got programmed for, which is essentially whatever their parents
    envisioned for them. They are not even living their own life.
    Successful people, on the other hand, dare to aim for the moon. They
    believe that everything is possible -- while most people are taught
    to settle. But that is the antithesis of the human spirit.
    Nevertheless, Caine points out, whole schools of thought are
    dedicated to the idea that the way to achieve happiness is to lower
    your expectations and settle for what is at hand. That, Caine argues,
    is more accurately the passport to depression.

    The only failure in life is not to try. You can live your life and
    learn to manage the mistakes. But if you never try, you atrophy as a
    human being. Caine recalls the most meaningful summation he ever
    heard of this core truth. He was addressing a group of drug addicts
    in a rehabilitation center, winding up an impassioned 45-minute talk,
    when a cowboy in the corner stood up and roped in the bull: "I think
    I understand what you are getting at. What we say in Montana, where I
    come from is, `better to aim for the moon and miss than aim for a
    pile of sh*t and hit.'"

    Caine believes that the biggest lie people try to tell themselves is
    that they should be satisfied with what they have. He is particularly
    concerned about the many people in unsatisfying and even destructive
    relationships who are trying to convince themselves -- or their
    partners are trying to convince them -- that what they have is good
    enough.

    In order to transform your present into the future you want, it is
    necessary to envision the whole future -- FutureVisioning, he calls
    it -- not just in the single facet you want to change but your whole
    future in its entirety. That's because everything works together, and
    each facet of your life influences all the others. Further, looking
    at your whole life deters the seesaw effect that mars so many
    efforts, whereby you successfully change one element of your life,
    such as achieving weight loss, only to find yourself eating more than
    ever.
    Caine insists that it is necessary to clarify and write down your
    goals. In one notable study of Yale graduates, 3 percent of seniors
    reported having specific written financial goals. About 10 percent
    had general goals that were not committed to paper. The rest had no
    specific goals. Twenty years later, the 3 percent who write down
    their goals outperformed all the others combined. Writing down your
    goals gives you power and infuses you with commitment.
    Having a complete vision of the future gives you a constant source of
    hope and motivation. Of course, the command to envision your future
    is far too global to help out most people. It's most likely to induce
    a brain freeze, although when breaking the future into its various
    domains, people really do know what they want.

    So join the winners and take the first step to getting what you want.
    Think about the future as it pertains to the very specific domains of
    experience that, when totaled together, add up to your life.

    How will you feel emotionally living your ideal future? Describe how
    you will enjoy and express your full range of emotions while living a
    wonderful life.
    Describe your ideal loving relationship and/or family. Include
    specific qualities for you and your mate. Describe the size of your
    family, the relationships between members and a list of aspirations,
    including things you would like to do together.

    Visualize a totally fulfilling social life. Describe the friends,
    business associates and community acquaintances you would enjoy,
    including the social events and the position or image you would like
    to attain. Whatever you can imagine, list it.

    Describe your dream physical and health state, weight, nutrition,
    exercise patterns and activities you would like to be involved in as
    part of an energetic and joyful life.
    Describe the mental state you would like to attain, including all of
    the things you'd like to learn and know, the creativity you would
    like to develop, the education you would like to attain, formally or
    informally, and the things that turn you on intellectually.

    What do you want in your life career-wise and financially in the next
    three to five years? How will you feel in your career? Imagine your
    financial dreams coming true. Be specific and list anything of value
    that would be symbolic of financial success.

    What do you really want in your life spiritually in the next three to
    five years? Describe the spiritual, moral and ethical state to which
    you aspire. What would it be like to have a magnificent and inspiring
    relationship with your inner guides, your high self and the Source as
    you imagine it?

    You can go to www.ticaine.com to get free worksheets and ideas to
    enrich the process. The next Psyched for Success will show you how to
    use the power of visualization to help you create a wonderful life.
    ============================================================
    Hara Estroff Marano is Editor-At-Large of Psychology Today magazine
    and Editor-In-Chief of Psychology Today's Blues Buster, a newsletter
    about depression. An award-winning writer on human behavior, Hara's
    articles have appeared in publications including the New York Times,
    Smithsonian, Family Circle and The Ladies Home Journal. She lives in
    New York City.

    951Last night's dream

     
    • Oct. 29, 2002
       
      I was in a bar in the Winchester House with Jen & Kerry. We were
      drinking beer and there were all these military guys standing by the
      door. Apparently, we were in some sort of facist 'dark future' where
      military guys hang out everywhere and watch the citizens to make sure
      they behave. We were talking smack about them because it was
      Halloween and they were just wearing their same ol' fatigues.

      Then Kerry gave me this lecture about how it's best that LM is now
      married and out of my life and how gauche and obvious I was about
      being in love with him, so of course he treated me like crap, since
      he knew he could get away with it. ("You're so much better off
      without LM in your life, E" *sigh* --that's a message straight from
      my subconscious mind, ain't it?)

      Then Kerry and Jen went off to dance or something, and left me with
      this Japanese guy who didn't speak any English. I think he was
      Kerry's latest boyfriend. He was very nice, just kind of nodded and
      smiled when I pantomimed whatever I was trying to say to him. We
      actually got along pretty well, for not speaking the same language &
      all.

      This Winchester House bar served seasoned soy nuts, which they
      roasted in the big fruit-drying thing that I vaguely remember from
      our 'behind the scenes' tour. I can't eat soy stuff because soy
      messes with my Depo Provera-enhanced hormonal balance in a gross way.
      But, of course, I couldn't pantomime THAT to the Japanese guy. So I
      pantomimed that I was on a diet. While slurping up a pint of
      Newcastle. Heh. But he smiled and nodded and seemed to be fine with
      me not eating soy nuts.

      Then we were joined by another person, who I don't know in RL, but in
      my dream I knew him, and he spoke Japanese. So I introduced the two
      of them and went off to find Jen & Kerry.

      There was something later about the soy becoming peanut butter and I
      was eating that. But I don't remember when/where this occurred in the
      dream.

      952 cruise photos

       
     

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