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gwydion* "Week in Voter Suppression: Wisconsin:"
* "Ohioans push voters ‘Bill of Rights’:"
* "If The Trans Rights Movement Wants To Win...:" http://www.transgriot.blogspot.com/2014/03/if-trans-rights-movement-wants-to-win.html
* "LGBT groups can't march at St. Pat's parade:"
* Before game Greenwick and I took a mass of stuff upstairs to storage, then we brought approximately a third of what was left in the offsite back, some of which also went upstairs. We split the boxes between my bedroom and the kitchen and set things up for game. During game, I sorted the books we'd brought back, finding a book I'd been looking for for about a decade and thought I'd lost. This involved a whole lot of reshuffling of things in the big book cases. After folks left, I sorted more clothes. I've a couple boxes of things to go to other bookcases to work on, my Gran's (Great Grandmother's) china to sort and wash when the dishwasher is empty, and oh so many boxes needing complex sorting in my bedroom, but not tonight. I need to stay up long enough to eat and take the last anti-biotics.
Tomorrow I spend very likely all day camping on the hard stone floor in the vestibule to catch UPS, as they insist they have come twice on days when we were here, but as they refuse to buzz us or knock on the door, and only bothered to leave a note on the second delivery attempt, and refuse to give even a three hour delivery window, there is nothing for it but to waste all day being creepy and uncomfortable in the icy vestibule waiting for them. I fucking hate UPS since they are incredibly lazy and incompetent, but still better than Fed Ex, who prefer to drop boxes off at random homes in your general neighborhood, often several streets away under the assumption that it's cheaper and less work to trust random people to locate your home and deliver packages than to actually deliver them to the right street and/or address. I wish there was an option to always get etailers to use USPS as they actually deliver packages reliably to the place to which they are addressed.
* Going through my old clothes is weird. They look like they belong to a twelve year old, size wise.
* Hector's doing a lot better. He's still having lots of nightmares, but he's eating, sleeping, and soaking up the pettins. He's also doing that worrying thing he's been doing the last three years where he leaves the room I am in, then 5-10 minutes later panics because he forgot where he left me. Still, his distress is at a manageable level and he seems to be as happy as he ever is most of the time. He was super mellow for g.ame and even let people pet his tummy, which is a massive statement of trust. Of course her panicked off and on for two hours after everyone left... He and LM are not friends, but they are getting along significantly better than they used to. I think they are both lonely without their friends and are therefore more willing to negotiate sharing of space as long as no one gets too close physically. I admit, it's nice having them both in the bed for bedtime treats, but I haven't lured her into sleeping with us a second time.
* Visitor: This was a really hard Night Vale for me.
* Come make my ex suffer for a good cause. ;) Seriously, he's a good guy and it's a good cause. He was a little over $800 short when I last checked. "Click here to support Pushups to Benefit HERO Housing by Jason Brick:" http://www.gofundme.com/7gjymg
* "Ohioans push voters ‘Bill of Rights’:"
* "If The Trans Rights Movement Wants To Win...:" http://www.transgriot.blogspot.com/2014/03/if-trans-rights-movement-wants-to-win.html
* "LGBT groups can't march at St. Pat's parade:"
* Before game Greenwick and I took a mass of stuff upstairs to storage, then we brought approximately a third of what was left in the offsite back, some of which also went upstairs. We split the boxes between my bedroom and the kitchen and set things up for game. During game, I sorted the books we'd brought back, finding a book I'd been looking for for about a decade and thought I'd lost. This involved a whole lot of reshuffling of things in the big book cases. After folks left, I sorted more clothes. I've a couple boxes of things to go to other bookcases to work on, my Gran's (Great Grandmother's) china to sort and wash when the dishwasher is empty, and oh so many boxes needing complex sorting in my bedroom, but not tonight. I need to stay up long enough to eat and take the last anti-biotics.
Tomorrow I spend very likely all day camping on the hard stone floor in the vestibule to catch UPS, as they insist they have come twice on days when we were here, but as they refuse to buzz us or knock on the door, and only bothered to leave a note on the second delivery attempt, and refuse to give even a three hour delivery window, there is nothing for it but to waste all day being creepy and uncomfortable in the icy vestibule waiting for them. I fucking hate UPS since they are incredibly lazy and incompetent, but still better than Fed Ex, who prefer to drop boxes off at random homes in your general neighborhood, often several streets away under the assumption that it's cheaper and less work to trust random people to locate your home and deliver packages than to actually deliver them to the right street and/or address. I wish there was an option to always get etailers to use USPS as they actually deliver packages reliably to the place to which they are addressed.
* Going through my old clothes is weird. They look like they belong to a twelve year old, size wise.
* Hector's doing a lot better. He's still having lots of nightmares, but he's eating, sleeping, and soaking up the pettins. He's also doing that worrying thing he's been doing the last three years where he leaves the room I am in, then 5-10 minutes later panics because he forgot where he left me. Still, his distress is at a manageable level and he seems to be as happy as he ever is most of the time. He was super mellow for g.ame and even let people pet his tummy, which is a massive statement of trust. Of course her panicked off and on for two hours after everyone left... He and LM are not friends, but they are getting along significantly better than they used to. I think they are both lonely without their friends and are therefore more willing to negotiate sharing of space as long as no one gets too close physically. I admit, it's nice having them both in the bed for bedtime treats, but I haven't lured her into sleeping with us a second time.
* Visitor: This was a really hard Night Vale for me.
* Come make my ex suffer for a good cause. ;) Seriously, he's a good guy and it's a good cause. He was a little over $800 short when I last checked. "Click here to support Pushups to Benefit HERO Housing by Jason Brick:" http://www.gofundme.com/7gjymg