of malevolent turtles and what is good and right
- Goto Garrett
- Nov 10, 2020
- 4 min read
Firstly, AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Biden and Kamala won. It helps enormously to know that more than half of the country aren't rat bastards; that the kid and I might get our permanent green cards and apply for citizenship as we're still on the temporary K1 sponsored green cards. It's only been about 5 years /s. The mood in the office is half joyous, half salty, and all sombre. I have only occasionally been so thoroughly ignored. I walk through pockets of sudden silence. It's bloody brilliant.
Like I told Prof. Badass, no one is as yet either jubilant or defeated. The malevolent turtle could stay in power and significantly slow any work Biden/Kamala can do if Georgia's two senate votes go to the Republicans like it looks it probably will. That, ugh fucking him, that orange thing, gah...fired the Secretary of Defense which means that the world's biggest defense force (by hundreds of billions of dollars) is in the dark during one of the most unstable periods in the history of the US. It's like he wants to make the country bleed out of pique. Well, bleed more. I guess if he can't have a civil war he'd settle for an invasion. So fuck the rest of the world then, too. Let's hope Putin and the pudgy Korean realize that WW3 would be bad and won't finger the red buttons. Americans don't take well to anyone starting fights. But you know all of this.
Admittedly I get my news from Instagram, Imgur and my I-...er, husband. The F's of doom (Fox news and Facebook) make me choke on hatred-sludge and as it is the I's make me flinch at 1/3 of every photo/meme so I shy away from the internet. The husband had to show me that Biden won on Saturday as I had given up and had been hardcore playing some mindless matching game for hours while barely watching even more mindless tv.
When things get especially bad in the soup that bastes my brain, I watch Escape to the Country as it is the world's chillest and most benign entertainment. Most people feel that away about the baking show but that has too much tension for me (yep, that's how flinchy I am). So, ito flinchyness it's Letterkenny, Below Deck, 'orrible murder, and then Escape to the Country. In case you were wondering :)
The thing is, I used to think that the Shires were the most beautiful place on earth but then Iceland happened and then Arkansas and, to a lesser extent, TN. The moment you start seeing the road dip and the rice fields end, you enter into the kind of trees and natural beauty that makes the heart ache. In autumn the trees, the very many trees, look like you can forgive anyone. The road to anywhere about and hour and a half west or north of Memphis makes the Shires look faded and bland. I still want to see the Smoky Mountains but I might not want to leave.
I have a mental routine when I am throwing everything I have to get sleep to work with me: I start at my toes and I change myself utterly. My toes are suddenly perma-pedi'd, my feet smaller, my ankles victorian-slender...all the way up to my head that grows waist-long hair that photosynthesizes, etc. This is not a short process. I change my bones to be both more dense and lighter, my organs renewed with stem cells aplenty. My skin tanner and more supple, I can see without help of any kind. I give myself +10 dexterity, intelligence and wisdom. I am a Rogue. By the time I can pick locks while stabbing someone, and have an engraved and lightly bejeweled skeleton form, I am normally asleep.
This morning in the early a.m. when the Ambien cocktail which knocked me out last night gave it up to the busted basting, I changed the soothing to all that I want for our escape to the country.
I imagine our smallish but near-all windowed house from the kitchen to the deck where I will wake up to watch the dawn with some coffee and beskuit (no, really. I get up early when I am happy) surrounded by trees, with a view of the lake and ideally some deer and/or squirrels. You know what, let's throw in a hummingbird too. I saw two within arm distance in Colorado and it is an anchoring memory now. I might have to check if there are any in Greers Ferry. Anyway, on the land we have there are 2 or maybe 3 guest cottages. One has few trees around it for MIL and one solidly *in* the trees for my parents and the last one on the shoreline for any weekend guests like SIL and nieces. The kid now has family around him, multi-generational and loving like only grandparents can be.
Nice isn't it? Maybe I'll eventually make peace with being an old witch with only Headology but I know that the house is at least sort of manageable.
1. State of the pool: I fed the large dark shadow some norepinephrine so it is distracted for a bit.
2. Something I miss in SA: Something hella materialistic (a pune!). Stupid wonderful The Space is working on their online shop so I can't send anything to my mom to send to me in any care package so I am stuck with hellaciously expensive or meh options for dresses and tunics here.
3. Media I am consuming: nothing of any value. I have at least 5 highly anticipated but unread books in my Kindle library. I'll get there.
Black Sun (I actually have a real copy, autographed copy coming)
4. Saffer song of the day:
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5. Other song of the day: I don't know if I have posted this before but it has been a daily hymn:
6. Thing I wanted to talk about that didn't fit the theme: Tattoos. I was referred to Vanessa Waites and I will see her at some point to get a bracer half sleeve, seeing as going to True Blue is out of the question for the foreseeable future. For a little tattoo I am thinking bat-bat (Eddie Izzard joke about batman as a giraffe - 100% the hardest I have ever laughed) and for a large piece (that'll be Meghan for sure) aforementioned adorned skeleton emerging from flesh into an badass, eerie forest.
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