That Update Thing Again
Feb. 6th, 2026 04:21 pmSo, I haven't posted in a bit. That doesn't mean everything's quiet here on the Southwestern front.
My brother stopped by on Monday; we got some legal business taken care of, then he bought me lunch at El Fenix and came back to check out what caused the leak in my bathroom. He needs to come back by to remove the bolted on screen, and maybe also replace that entire window. I can cover the cost for that repair, so with luck and a bit of scheduling that can get fixed. We also discussed selling my dad's 1971 De Tomaso Pantera so I'll have the scratch to replace my roof, and maybe also do the floor in the kitchen. I'd like that a lot.
I got an email from my sister-in-law letting me know the step-monster's mother, who was a wonderful and kind lady, did some mortal coil shuffling off that morning. I called her each Thanksgiving and on her birthday, and sometimes before Christmas too. She will be missed. An anecdote: when I got off the road back in 1986, the following Christmas she gave me an electric can opener. It still works, and I used it last night to open a can needed for the dinner I made. It's sort of weak these days, but I think of her every single time I use it, just like how I think of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pippibombstalking whenever I use the toaster she gave me.
I spent the morning on the phone today, taking care of stuff I haven't wanted to deal with for a while; one of the sucky effects of a depressive episode is the ginormous ration of tasks pushed to the side, things that will need resolution, sooner rather than later. I think I've got some stuff moving now so I can get some old business resolved and I can move forward.
I joined a com, my first one here on DW; it's a Tron Com, and every single time I think about that pair of terms the jokes start up. I'm still getting close to no traffic here on this journal – if this continues to be the case I'll figure out what needs to change, ranging from joining more coms to the other extreme, taking this journal offline.
A good friend of mine bought tickets for a DSO concert – the music of Danny Elfman from the Batman movies, conducted by the composer himself, on March 15 – sounds like fun, since she got me a ticket too. One of the things I love about catching art music performances with her and her husband is the great conversations we have after the show. This birthday is a milestone for me, on more than a single level.
I'm trying to get in touch with a computer tech I know because the number of things to do is piling up and I'd like to get them reduced if not cleared out all the way.
I know some of you prefer it cool to cold, so you might not agree with me, but this weather is glorious. I love it when my feet aren't cold all the time.
Writing is sort of going on – short stuff is no problem, I can knock out a thousand words or less in almost no time, including spell checking, proofreading, and other editing passes. But I'm not turning out the longer stuff right now for some reason. If nothing else I plan on doing a 30 day novel in April, the third in my Love Meme? series.
I'm about to drop one of the gaming groups I'm in; the GM running it doesn't understand the difference between roll-play and role-play, and I've told him before I don't want to do anymore massed combat things because my character isn't designed for that type of play. He tried to pull something involving her getting charmed to consider the orcs she was facing as her friends – she has no friends, and she's got a deep down burning hatred for orcs and their kin. I pointed out to him that she has colleagues, and anyone who she suddenly starts thinking of as a friend is going to be her first target. So as soon as we get out of the caverns the characters are in she's going to give the game a wave on her way out. This is sort of a drag, she's a 18th level Rolemaster character, and I wanted to get her to at least 20th level, but the level marker is less important than me swearing a lot at this GM. My other three games seem to be going okay, though the long one of the three is starting to reach that level where the human characters are thinking of distractions like spouses, children, and growing old – it's a human thing, my elf wouldn't understand.
So that's about it – if you notice I forgot something let me know.
My brother stopped by on Monday; we got some legal business taken care of, then he bought me lunch at El Fenix and came back to check out what caused the leak in my bathroom. He needs to come back by to remove the bolted on screen, and maybe also replace that entire window. I can cover the cost for that repair, so with luck and a bit of scheduling that can get fixed. We also discussed selling my dad's 1971 De Tomaso Pantera so I'll have the scratch to replace my roof, and maybe also do the floor in the kitchen. I'd like that a lot.
I got an email from my sister-in-law letting me know the step-monster's mother, who was a wonderful and kind lady, did some mortal coil shuffling off that morning. I called her each Thanksgiving and on her birthday, and sometimes before Christmas too. She will be missed. An anecdote: when I got off the road back in 1986, the following Christmas she gave me an electric can opener. It still works, and I used it last night to open a can needed for the dinner I made. It's sort of weak these days, but I think of her every single time I use it, just like how I think of
pippibombstalking whenever I use the toaster she gave me.I spent the morning on the phone today, taking care of stuff I haven't wanted to deal with for a while; one of the sucky effects of a depressive episode is the ginormous ration of tasks pushed to the side, things that will need resolution, sooner rather than later. I think I've got some stuff moving now so I can get some old business resolved and I can move forward.
I joined a com, my first one here on DW; it's a Tron Com, and every single time I think about that pair of terms the jokes start up. I'm still getting close to no traffic here on this journal – if this continues to be the case I'll figure out what needs to change, ranging from joining more coms to the other extreme, taking this journal offline.
A good friend of mine bought tickets for a DSO concert – the music of Danny Elfman from the Batman movies, conducted by the composer himself, on March 15 – sounds like fun, since she got me a ticket too. One of the things I love about catching art music performances with her and her husband is the great conversations we have after the show. This birthday is a milestone for me, on more than a single level.
I'm trying to get in touch with a computer tech I know because the number of things to do is piling up and I'd like to get them reduced if not cleared out all the way.
I know some of you prefer it cool to cold, so you might not agree with me, but this weather is glorious. I love it when my feet aren't cold all the time.
Writing is sort of going on – short stuff is no problem, I can knock out a thousand words or less in almost no time, including spell checking, proofreading, and other editing passes. But I'm not turning out the longer stuff right now for some reason. If nothing else I plan on doing a 30 day novel in April, the third in my Love Meme? series.
I'm about to drop one of the gaming groups I'm in; the GM running it doesn't understand the difference between roll-play and role-play, and I've told him before I don't want to do anymore massed combat things because my character isn't designed for that type of play. He tried to pull something involving her getting charmed to consider the orcs she was facing as her friends – she has no friends, and she's got a deep down burning hatred for orcs and their kin. I pointed out to him that she has colleagues, and anyone who she suddenly starts thinking of as a friend is going to be her first target. So as soon as we get out of the caverns the characters are in she's going to give the game a wave on her way out. This is sort of a drag, she's a 18th level Rolemaster character, and I wanted to get her to at least 20th level, but the level marker is less important than me swearing a lot at this GM. My other three games seem to be going okay, though the long one of the three is starting to reach that level where the human characters are thinking of distractions like spouses, children, and growing old – it's a human thing, my elf wouldn't understand.
So that's about it – if you notice I forgot something let me know.
