It's almost like there are these periods where our relationship is smooth and steady, and then there are times when it's like standing on the edge of this gorgeous, wonderful waterfall and just letting yourself drop, knowing that there's a safe pool of water ready to catch you at bottom. You take the plunge and you're in wayyyy over your head, but oh man, it's exhilarating, it's breathtaking, it's just incredible and you feel better than you ever have before and the water is cool and refreshing and exactly what you needed.
Sam is my waterfall.
- LJ entry from 8/2005
At this point, the only people willing to vote for Trump are the people who would only abandon him if he shot Pat Robertson or Joel Osteen in the ass.
A family friend lays dying tonight.
Kris was my Dad's girlfriend in the 1970s. She is an amazing strong woman, and a survivor both of the Warsaw ghetto and the Warsaw Uprising. She hid in plain sight after the ghetto in outer Warsaw incognito as a Catholic.
I knew bits and pieces of her story, but she didn't like talking much about it. But now, she has written an incredible book, and I encourage you all to read it. It is worth every penny of the $23 price.
Kris is in hospice right now, with her youngest son at her side. Please offer a kind thought for an easy and peaceful passing.
So, Connor, my chiweenie.
He was this terrified little abused thing when we got him last year. Afraid of everything.
Now he's very boisterous and outgoing, love and patience have made a huge difference for this dog.
I just woke up from my nap and he bounced onto my chest and pawed at my face.. and clawed my eyelid. Ow. It's bleeding. :(
I've not forgotten y'all, just don't have a lot to say the last day or three.
Other than this season of Agents of SHIELD looks like a good bet :)
Another writing prompt.
When I think of my old room, it is always my bedroom when I lived on Lawrence Street as a teenager. It was on the corner of the second floor of a 3 story 6 bedroom house, in the back, next to the bathroom.
Out one window was our back yard and the gigantic oak tree we buried my dog Flockie under when she died at 14. The other window looked out on the basketball courts and what was known in the neighborhood as Dogshit Park, because of all ... well, you get the idea.
I had a phone in that room, first time I had a phone in my room. My stereo. And a double bed. Gorgeous antique dresser, Harley Davidson giant banner on the wall. A bookshelf that was crammed full, as my bookshelves have been all my life.
I wrote a poem about my room when I was 21. I still remember it.
It was my room.
A teenage girl with a room all her own
for reading and fucking or just getting stoned.
Good night. Close your eyes. Lay your head on your pillow and sleep.
Awake, face the day
Stow some crank in your nose, touch your toes.
Go out, run about.
Your room will be here when you return.
It's not going any where.
Safe and secure, like a womb, or a tomb.
(I put this together for a community group I'm in on FB, thought maybe some of you could use it too)
For insulin, Walmart sells 70/30 insulin for only $24.88 a bottle. They have a special deal with Novolin, that regular pharmacies can't get, so regular pharmacies have to charge over $100 a bottle. So get your 70/30 there.
For test materials: The True Metrix blood sugar meter and strips are the cheapest available that are also reliable. 100 strips on Amazon are less than $18, and the meter on Amazon is $40 with free shipping and includes 100 test strips, 100 lancets, and a lancing device: https://www.amazon.com/TrueMetrix-Blood-…/…/ref=sr_1_4_a_it…
For insulin syringes, you have to have a prescription, but you can order them online at, of all places, pet supply places. Here's the one I used to use: http://www.allegromedical.com/…/monoject-insulin-syringe-1c…
For the three month A1C test, you can go to Dr Griffin, and he'll do it for $50, or you can order two tests, which will take care of six months of testing from Amazon, https://www.amazon.com/A1C-NOW-test-kit-…/…/ref=sr_1_9_a_it… and that runs about $44 with free shipping.
I'm a diabetic who was without insurance for years, and this is how I stayed alive. I have no hidden agenda, just want to help people in the same boat I was in.
So yeah. A football player takes a knee during the national anthem and the country goes insane.
Two more black men doing nothing wrong are shot dead, one by the side of the road and one while reading a book in his car.
WTF is wrong with this world? I am so very DONE with this wholesale slaughter of black men. And then that tired out meme of Not All Cops.
Except that it seems to be just that. The good ones sure aren't speaking up about it, so they are fucking well complicit.
Some people just want to watch the whole world burn
Yesterday was a really good day. I was able to do two really good things.
The first was I found a home for a relative's dog, she had to give the dog away as she is moving and can't take Daisy with her. Daisy is now in a loving furever home!
The second was that thanks to another friend of mine, I was able to connect a diabetic woman with no health insurance with AFFORDABLE insulin and syringes. For the record, folks, Walmart has Novolin 70/30 for $24.88 a bottle. It is over $100 EVERYWHERE else. And if you live in a state (like Texas) where a prescription is required for syringes (insulin is Over The Counter), then you can order them online, just Google "buy insulin syringes online".
I'm still glowing with the good feeling of having done some really awesome things. So I've given myself a new goal.
Each day, I will try to do at least one thing that is positive for other people. It may be as big as rehoming their dog or finding them lifesaving medication, it may be as small as telling somebody they have lovely kids. But I will do at least one positive thing for other people each day.
That's all for now!
So in the time since I was last regularly posted, I've ended up with a few dogs. Well, five.
There is Molly, who I got before I stopped posting. She's now an elderly black chihuahua with a chip on her shoulder the size of Uluru. She also has this way of being sweet just when you don't expect it. When we got her, the humane society thought she was about two years old, but in the seven years since, she's gone exceedingly grey, so we think she's some bit older than that.
Then we got Murphy, who was, for sure, 2 years old. He's a miniature poodle, white, and thinks my farts smell like roses. Wherever I go, there he is. He is now 6.
Lulu is my darling red short-hair dachschund girl. She was five when we got her, is nine now and starting to grey on her snout. Lulu likes nothing better than to burrow under blankets, coats, pillows, whatever is handy.
Last November we got Connor, who is a chiweenie, half chihuahua, half dachshund. He was about 10 months old when we got him and turns 2 in January. I've never seen a more timid and terrified dog. It took months to get him to eat from a bowl in the kitchen, at first he would not leave my side. He was terrified of men, terrified of pretty much everything. In the last year, he has come SO far! He's a shy but friendly little guy now, and the first to notify the household that strangers are at the door. His fear of men is gone, too.
Finally, in February we got Cubby, whose pic I shared the other day. Cubby is half lab, half shitzu, 9 months old or thereabouts, affectionate, bouncy, and too energetic by far.
Them's the pooches. :) I'll put pics up this week.
It feels weird to be LJing again, but I'm glad I am. I expect these first few weeks to be a bit choppy and disorganized, as I have fallen out of the habit of writing and need to find my feet again - but it's worth it. Right?