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Trump. Is it really what's for dinner?

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Riley has modified the “This is dinner” speech that I used to give into a plea to vote for Hilary.  The speech, which I didn't write, went something like, “THIS is dinner.  Someone who loves you very much has prepared this meal with your nourishment in mind.  It may not be your first choice, but this is what we’re having tonight.  If you don’t like it, you may politely excuse yourself and make a sandwich.  But please don’t sit here and complain or whine, because that is unproductive, and THIS IS DINNER."  For a while, maybe a decade, I think I said it every night.  (Well, I said it for the first few years, and then I assigned someone else.  "Hey, kids, who wants to recite This Is Dinner tonight?")
His much-improved version goes something like this:
"THIS is dinner.  The options are lima beans, or raw goat's heart soaked in castor oil.  You can choose the lima beans, or you can be force fed the goats heart soaked in castor oil.  Not voting or voting for a th…

Six ordinary things, one creepy

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1.  I wish I pronounced it "nye-thur".  But I don't, I say nee-ther.

2.  I need a plot.  Plot is lacking.  In my writing, in my life.  The plot is actually thinning.

3.  I have a customer who said that I come highly recommended, with three caveats:

I'm a hippy flower childI've seen the lightI worked for King County I completely disagree with him on the first two.  I'm not even sure there is a light; it seems pretty dark out to me.  Really dark.  I mean, Donald Trump, a racist, misogynist, lying bully has just been nominated for president.  It doesn't get much darker than that.  (Side note:  The only thing I comfort myself with about the whole Trump thing is that my father isn't alive to see this.  He would be so very disheartened.) And jeez, hippy flower child?   I wear shoes, fer goddsakes.  I don't own any flow-y skirts or daisy headgear.  After I said that, though, I noticed him looking skeptically at the back seat of my car, noting the massa…

Six ordinary things, one creepy

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1.  I wish I pronounced it "nye-thur".  But I don't, I say nee-ther.

2.  I need a plot.  Plot is lacking.  In my writing, in my life.  The plot is actually thinning.

3.  I have a customer who said that I come highly recommended, with three caveats:

I'm a hippy flower childI've seen the lightI worked for King County I completely disagree with him on the first two.  I'm not even sure there is a light; it seems pretty dark out to me.  Really dark.  I mean, Donald Trump, a racist, misogynist, lying bully has just been nominated for president.  It doesn't get much darker than that.  (Side note:  The only thing I comfort myself with about the whole Trump thing is that my father isn't alive to see this.  He would be so very disheartened.) And jeez, hippy flower child?   I wear shoes, fer goddsakes.  I don't own any flow-y skirts or daisy headgear.  After I said that, though, I noticed him looking skeptically at the back seat of my car, noting the massag…

Ten things

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I've been in a bit of a writing slump, so I'll try to take my own advice and just write a list.  Ten things, day 1:


1.  I have friends who communicate almost exclusively through emoticons.  I don't know what they mean usually, so I feel like that old person.  The "get off my lawn!  And don't tag me in snap chat!"  Sort of on the edge of knowing stuff.  Which reminds me of a FB friend I used to have who, rather than searching for someone he was thinking about, he posted their name as a status.  Like that.

2.  I like giving massages.  There's a bit of magic that's more than manipulating the muscles.  I don't like that a prostitution sting operation involves a fake "massage" parlor.  Grr.

3.  I've been cleaning my house more than usual.  And making less art.  Hmm.  Something always has to give.

5.  I'm trying to make a mosaic patio table, which is one of the worst ideas I've ever had, for the following reasons:

mosaic involves g…

The Girl at the Grocery Store

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FROM THE PAST.  Again.  Because my sister reminded me of this familial sunset thing.

PublicFriendsFriends except AcquaintancesOnly MeCustomClose FriendsFamilySee all lists...Penfield High SchoolSeattle, Washington AreaSelf-EmployedDuvall, Washington AreaAcquaintancesGo Back There are a few things I like about her, even though she’s kind of a ditz. One is that she used to have a gauged ear piercing the size of a nickel, but let it grow back; this gives me hope. The second thing is that she’s always sneaking out to the parking lot to take pictures of the sunset with her cell phone. I don’t have a thing for sunsets myself, but I do have a thing for people who have a thing for sunsets. Perhaps because my grandfather, who worked at Kodak long enough to get free film for life, took about 15 pictures of the sunset from the same spot at the same beach in Florida every single day; when we’d visit once a year, he’d show us one long slide show (over several consecutive evenings) involving thousand…

The magical blue sphere

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While men with guns were murdering one another this week, I took a class to learn about shiatsu, which is a magical eastern form of massage.  According to Wikipedia, "there is no evidence that shiatsu is an effective medical treatment... shiatsu was one of 17 therapies evaluated for which no clear evidence of effectiveness was found."  I tend to think effectiveness should be measurable, so I don't think I believe in shiatsu.   But it is kind of hard sometimes to know if something works.  Really fast, what's your pain, right now, scale of 1-10?  How 'bout now?  Right?  How can we measure someone's experience?  
And we know energy is kind of hard to pin down.  What makes us feel tired, what makes us feel rejuvenated?  I'm pretty sure it's more complicated than food and sleep.
We learned to find a tight spot in a muscle that needs relaxing, and a loose spot that needs tightening.  We were told to gently hold the low energy spot while massaging the tight s…