i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
12:26 AM: half and half
start with the good: mlk day, homemade caramel popcorn on national popcorn day, inauguration, testing the roomba, breakfast w/ michaelmas at joe’s cellar, attending the handwriting day seminar w/ michaelmas, finding a cute coat & skirts at fat fancy, hooping (which was wonderful but after being gone for so long was pretty exhausting), snow!
then the bad: sam adams. oh, sam adams. he's not my hero anymore, but i can't think of anyone better to be mayor. i hate that he lied, but i also recognize that gays are socialized to have to lie about their relationships and however they approach it they will probably be damned for it. i don't think he'd lie about anything related to his job, but i think an inquiry is appropriate.
my mom's death is becoming quite the soap opera: there's now a contested will, fear, betrayal, lying, scheming, grifters, a potential common law marriage, anger, crying, pressure. many difficult phone calls have been made. more will be made this week.
on top of it all, i was sick: a minor cold that made me sniffly, scratchy & tired. i slept downstairs because of my congested snoring.
so. everything feels like it's falling apart. it will get darker before the dawn, but hopefully that's not too far away.