I'm an autistic multipotentialist and I'm "old" now. If that's not 3 strikes against me, I don't know what is…
I’ll be spending a lot of time playing catch-up with my web spaces at the rate I’m going. All I want to do is “fix” the state of my belfry apartment. It’s all wrong in arrangement for anything creative, whether crafting or writing. Continue reading “I’m Really, Really Busy Doing All the Wrong Things”
I have kind of/sort of duplicated Ruby’s kitchen table, complete with space heater underneath, in my own small way.
Ruby’s table was a safe space for me, and I miss it dreadfully. My table is much smaller, but I can feel her here in spirit, so I think it was a good idea, even if it did end up in a strange spot.
Emily Sarah – please note the crib board – we need to test out the card-playing vibe soon!
Rest in Peace, my friend
This is an incredibly sad day. I have lost a dear, dear friend, a wonderful lady that has supported me and all I do for the last 14 years.
She held my hand when my father died, and my heart when Continue reading “Rest in Peace, Ruby Daniel…”
They have arrived! Carson made himself right at home with the Cheerios… I don’t mind that so much – but he has learned to put his own boots on recently. He has also learned that Cheerios being squished under one’s boot makes a very satisfying, crunchy mess.
While Mom went out on the town with Aunty Em, Carson and I went to visit Gramma Dot. He went straight to her baking cupboard and got out the measuring cups (he also knows where to find the soda crackers, and is not shy about bringing them to Gramma Dot so that she can get him some).
As the video shows, the latest fave thing at Gramma Dot’s house is trying to figure out how to work the walker. One time, Ruby’s grandson put Carson on the seat and Ruby drove him all over the house. He’s trying to figure out how to get it moving now on his own, but so far, none of us have cracked and shown him how to work the brakes…
We had a good visit – Carson wore himself out, but of course, would not admit it. Ruby and I, on the other hand are tuckered enough to just crawl into bed now.
He really was a good guy – you just didn’t want to piss him off. I was an expert at pissing him off, whether I meant to or not. If there was a way to screw things up, and piss my dad off, I would manage it.
Before Kyla was born, her dad and I would go down to Teeny-Tiny Town for Christmas every year. He had two kids from his first marriage, so that made arrangements difficult. Worse, I worked in retail – in a mall – and I had two days to celebrate in: Christmas Day and Boxing Day. And those poor kids had a lot of places to be.
Our Christmas routine tended to look like this:
Continue reading “How to Piss Your Father Off from 250 Miles Away…”