Yesterday I stayed in bed all morning and read The Mysterious Benedict Society. Left Zond7 in bed (he fell immediately asleep again) and took off for Squid's 40th birthday party. Great party as usual with swarms of children killing each other on the trampoline, insanely abundant great food (I still have indigestion from eating too much of it), all her relatives, many of the bad ass mamas, and others I know mostly from mailing lists or because they run for local office and so on. The house is always a bit exhausting for me and I wished for my wheelchair a hundred times - next time I will just bring it and stay outside on the patio with it and make people fetch me things. The cake... what can I say... Chef M. outdid himself with an enormous completely perfect yellow cake with toffee inside frosting and chocolate out, topped with a huge marzipan cephalopod. Wow.
I might have drunk a little rum and gossiped with my co-workers and with A. about writing, travel, and
anonymous browsing with Tor (not just for her travel writing but for her reporting on child orn-pay and ex-say ourism-say). LOLed a little at her disingenuous suggestion that when I go to NZ I "just take Rook and Moomin for a few extra weeks" ... Like I have 20K to burn which is what it would take to do that not to mention missing school and work.
The party was so sweet and everyone so loving for Squid and family. It was just so nice.
Couldnot cope with sitting up and paying attention for game last night, I am sorry. I flaked out and also just overdid myself massively at the party in every way. The lights made my head hurt and I needed to lie down and be chill. Minnie was here and sat with me, working on her zine pages and talking about her house, childcare, books, etc. which was really relaxing.
Lately I feel very pressured and I don't know how to deal with that. Also like people have vastly increased expectations of me on some level I barely know how to live up to, while I can't keep the most basic grasp on the organization of my personal life or stuff and am always failing in some duty. I am still overwhelmed and feel that I need to get rid of much of my possessions and scale back my life somehow as far as the amount of stuff and space I have to work to maintain. I think I also need a sensible sort of travel kit and place for it. And I ahve not kept up on my physical therapy and am going to do it today like crazy.
My hand is still injured but I'm typing anyway. Limited!
List for today of my "relaxation time"
- deal with trash
- laundry, a lot of it
- clean off desk and unpack everything from ephemerisle and atlanta trip
- find expense report paperwork and all the cards and things from people at the conference
- systems meeting
- start tomorrow's column? at least make outline for it? *sob*
- moomin party invites MUST do them and have them out tomorrow
- get more pipe + plastic for the party's maze
- black cat costume pieces. find them for moomin.
- email people, blog again about disability carnival
- blog for hackability and gf? adapt stuff, feminist fashion nerds
- gf project to fix misogynist code and re-post it
- pick up prescrips (maybe rook will)
- groceries??? order them? or go to whole foods? stew, rice, bread, fruit
- figure out how to get check to patti wtf wtf wtf
- Somehow rest my injured hand and arm while doing all that
- entire rest of house is dirty, cluttered, can't find anything
Mon. must remember to make eye dr. appt
Wed. dentist appt.
Sometime during week go to apple store and try to replace/fix ipod
Still have not found car pool or driver to take moomin to dance after school
In my ideal world I would today have a magically clean house and desk. I would do some leisurely reading and translating of Roque Dalton which I'm burning to do and which would be intellectually stimulating and restful and go trim the plants outside in preparation for the rainy season.