Close Encounters of the Crazy Kind

I was reading a Reddit thread about a girl being relentlessly stalked online and over the phone by some weirdo and his entire family because she broke up with him. And wow, did that resonate. Crazy. Oh, have I had run-ins with the crazy. Thankfully, only a few were truly notable, but here they are:

So, I had a wicked scooter accident last Wednesday.

I already shared some of the aftermath on Facebook and Bluesky — you know, the blood, the bruises, the slow-sip soup life (though let’s be honest, I’ve always been an obsessive soup sipper even at the best of times). But I realized I never actually told the whole story. And honestly, this one begs to be told.

Waiting Room Chronicles: The Jaw, Dr Longtime, and the Charlotte County Karen

Today was a whole damn journey, and I lived it with my face morphine-seasoned and my soul vibrating on the neurospicy struggle bus headed straight for Not Today Satan Drive.

PC Level Up!

 Okay, so I do almost everything on my mobile devices—art, planning, notes, writing, you name it. But when it came time to use those same apps on my desktop, it was like hitting a brick wall. Some of them don’t even exist on desktop. Others want me to pay again for the same app I already own. (Rude.) And I recently switched up from Windows 10 to Windows 11 sso some of my curmudgeonly old apps aren't even compatible anymore. (Really effing rude)

The Fallen (and the Silence That Followed)

 I wonder sometimes—is it a thing? That busted people gravitate toward other busted people?

Not busted like broken beyond repair. Busted like... scraped-up knees under patchwork jeans. Busted like hearts duct-taped together with gallows humor and thrift store empathy. Busted like old radios that still hum, static and all, if you tune just right.

I saw this image recently, one of those “scroll past unless it punches you in the chest” kinds:

Zero F*cks, Full Power: Notes from the Perimenopausal Trenches

There’s a particular flavor of entirely bizarre that hits during perimenopause. It's like standing in the middle of a whirlwind of emotions—rage, grief, hilarity, horniness (and utter lack thereof), existential dread, and a craving for chocolate-covered salty everything—yet suddenly, from the eye of the storm, a strange serenity rises:

I was never a Chrysanthemum..

 Today bloomed unexpectedly.

It started with a cup of tea—or at least the thought of one. I was feeling worn after making a call to the pharmacy to fix expired "forever" prescriptions that i somehow allowed to lapse, and a harrowing email to the government for a nonsensical confusing form I needed to fill out and return because "HELP!" and also a long, heavy session with Evo from Onsen.

Now Seasoned With Clay and Memories

I took this selfie on my way home from a little uptown trip — I needed to grab cat food and exchange a Dollarama webcam. (Not a fabulous cam, mind you, but for $5? The fact that it even works is kind of miraculous, honestly.)

Chapter 1: My Father

Some names may have been changed to shield the innocent and spare me the drama of the criminally unhinged.

 Some names may have been changed to shield the innocent, protect the traumatized, and spare me the drama of the criminally unhinged. Then again, maybe they weren’t. If you see yourself in these pages and feel called out… that’s between you and your god. 🤷‍♀️

My dad was from a tiny island called Campobello. It's a peculiar little place off the coast of Maine, USA, and New Brunswick, Canada. He was born in December 1930 in his mother's bed at Wilson's Beach. He grew up during the Great Depression, and though it didn't hit Canada quite as hard, they did live in a border town with very little access to the mainland for many things.

Condolences.

 "If someone is offended by your desire to heal, it usually means they have more to gain from your destruction. "

October 29, 2023 - That was the day I died. 

This song that I sing for you..

Summer was made for poetry... ($10 cost for the entire stack at my local book thrift - actual value: priceless)

A Brand New Day...

I meant to make this post yesterday, on the proper Solstice, but things happened and I kinda got waylaid.  Here's the total recall: