Over the weekend we got food from The BoonSeek, a Korean Street Food Truck. The owner/operator is Korean and he is still 100% masked. Out of respect to him, I grabbed a mask from my Jeep and wore it for our transaction.
Just got back from Seattle, where masking was pretty prevalent. The first time I was served by a barista in a KN95, I thanked them. By the tenth time, I realized that I’d be thanking everyone.
btw: Shoutout to all the great cafes and coffee places that have popped up in West Seattle (Realfine, Birdhouse…and Easy Street, a great record store that serves coffee, beer and cheap breakfasts!).
Fuck my bowels. Not a literal offer for volunteers, just a general declaration of dissatisfaction with their current state.
About 2 months ago I landed in the hospital for 4 nights/5 days with my first ever bout of diverticulitis with an apparent perforation(s). I was told that things will take a while to get back to normal but I’m still having a hard time. Normal follow-up includes a colonoscopy after things have settled down and of course my mind is eating itself with worry I have colon cancer or something and all the associated fears about my girls (4 and 8 years old) not having their dad in their lives any longer. The appointment for a colonoscopy had to be pushed from next week to mid-June due to a schedule conflict in our home. So more time to worry without knowing if things are okay or not.
In the meantime I feel like I have no idea which meal(s) will result in my bowels being happy and which will result in more discomfort and well… enough said on what else goes on there.
Why is it that even when you do a good job with self-care you sometimes feel like shit? I just exercised at a pretty high intensity. Usually a big mood booster, but meh. I don’t feel any better. I guess I should assume I would feel worse if I did nothing.
My husband is so calm about everything sometimes I want to shake him and scream, “Why aren’t you upset about this?! You’re making me feel like I’m overreacting!”
I don’t think I’m overreacting.
I’m so sorry. Waiting for something that high stakes can feel like torture.
If you literally did that, then maybe you’d be overreacting.
Another way to look at it is that two very low-key individuals are likely to underreact to impending serious problems And two high-key individuals are likely to whip each other into a panicky frenzy over trifles.
So uncomfortable as it can be at times, one of each is probably the optimal mix to handle the problems life throws at all of us. That knowledge may not make you feel much better at a time of flail. But it ought to produce a better long term result.
Thank you. I mostly needed to vent but I appreciate your empathy.
That may be true. Now that I think of it, I do tend to be better able to adapt in the long term. I’m really good at the “meaning making” part of life, but it takes time for me to figure it out.
I have a minirant. Went down to a festival this weekend and as we were walking back up someone’s dog lunged at us. He was on a leash so the owner was able to pull him back but as we flinched back the woman was like "He’s not going to hurt you.’
Fuck you lady. Keep your angry reactive clearly untrained dog away from me.
Apparently… you can’t refer to people as “Thieving bastards” on TrustPilot.
Bastards.
I hate when people are like this. I am afraid of dogs, I once had a little one chase me down the road circling me and barking like crazy. Now I happen to know little dogs can be vicious. The owner just laughed and laughed at how upset I was.
We have this person at work who filled in as interim Development Director while we were searching. The new DD has been hired. For some reason this lady is still inserting herself into my work, usually she goes out of her way to puff herself up and credit herself for everything that happens, often with no real grasp of the work we’re doing. Months ago she recommended we apply for a grant and I put it on the calendar and I just sent an email about needing to get our info together for the upcoming deadline, and she HAD to announce that it was all her idea and give me advice I don’t need on how to write the grant. Oooh, I should describe our existing programming? I never thought of that! I can’t fucking stand being condescended to. I don’t understand why she is still on my committee.
I bet she wouldn’t laugh if you punted that deserving monster across the road.
Seriously, dog owners, if you ever find yourself saying, “She won’t hurt you” or “He’s friendly” then you screwed up, and you need to hie thyself to some dog training classes so you can stop being such a jerk to the rest of us. My children are afraid of your dog regardless of how friendly you think it is, and if you can’t or won’t keep it from coming up to them do not let it off the leash.
Agreed. I love dogs! Some dogs. Your stranger dog, I don’t know and I don’t trust. Don’t let it off leash in parks that clearly say dogs not allowed off leash. And oh the poop! There is a park near me I literally call the “poop park” because dog owners have so ruined it with their selfishness. There is dog poop on all the trails, and they don’t even make their dogs go to the side, they let them poop in the middle of the trail. I wish I was six feet tall and menacing so I could slap the poop on the back of their heads.
Another mini rant: Windows 11. Why oh why won;t you let me unstack common windows? WHY do I have to have one window for all of my outlook stuff? This has slowed my productivity so much. I never want any like tabs to stack, I want them all separate. Yes, I can have 30 outlook emails open if I want to,it makes it so much easier for me.
This rant may very well make me sound like an asshole, but so be it.
I go to this open jam night a few nights a week. It’s a nice little operation at this funky pub where anyone can sign up and play whatever instrument he likes. There are house amps, drums, bass, keys and some guitars to choose from, but most people at least bring their own guitars. Sometimes horn sections show up. They pick people off the sign up board to get up and jam together for eight minutes and do your best. Sometimes the results are crap and sometimes the results are magic. There is a wide range of talent that shows up
Now, as I say, it is an Open Jam. The mission statement is, “No Judgment” - it’s suppose to be a completely open environment to spread one’s wings. There are many regulars who show up, and I am one, so I have a pretty good bead on most everybody there. Talent ranges from trying hard to why aren’t you recording an album right now?
And then there’s Fred (name changed to protect the incompetent). Fred thinks he knows how to play the guitar and the bass. He flat out cannot and he’s not even really trying. It doesn’t matter if someone suggests a key or a chord progression, he just plays whatever the hell he wants as loud and fast as he can manage - key and progressions be damned - and he thinks he’s killing it. He’s out of time, he doesn’t pay any attention to dynamics or really what anyone else up there is doing, he does not have the first notion of what a key is let alone how to play within one even though he always asks which key we’re playing in. It’s painful to listen to and worse to try to play with. If he’s on guitar I can just turn up and play over him, but if he’s on bass … forget it. You’ll get a horrible muddy mess and you’ll like it. If he ever hit a root note on the one just once, I’d pass out from shock.
AND … then he comes out to the hang and starts babbling about what a hot set he just had and all the “techniques” he was whipping out and as I said before … HE SUCKS!!
Now listen, if I were good enough to be a professional musician, I’d be a professional musician, but at least I put in the work. I learn a little theory so I can communicate musically with others, I practice scales, I try to come up with original progressions and I can pretty much pull it off with anyone I play with up there and actually contribute to something original and pleasant. Except with Fred.
Last night every goddamned set I played I got saddle with that hump and it’s starting to spoil me on the jam.
In high school we had a very good trombone player (my instrument as well) who could read music with the best of them but he didn’t understand music theory to save his life. In jazz band where I played bass trombone, I was too scared to try improv publicly because I knew it required knowing your scales and staying in key, but he in all his unearned confidence would go full bore in the middle of jazz band concerts with no regard to key or tempo or anything. And people were always impressed for some reason. Like did they hear what I just heard? You think because he’s playing a lot of notes very fast, that’s music? The instructor would always cringe though, so I knew I wasn’t crazy.
He was a talented all around player but that irked me.
Don’t punt the dog!
Punt the asshole owner.
Why can’t it be both? They both need retraining.
Frankly the dog is far more likely to learn the correct stimulus → response lesson. The person will probably be too far into their own ego to absorb the message.
Discreetly trip the owner in such a way that they fall into one of the piles of poo that the owners of tiny dogs never bother picking up.
(My college neighbor’s excuse was “But it’s so tiny, it’s not hurting anything!! Tee hee!!!”)
Yeah, but don’t youse guys have license plates down there that bear Florida’s new official slogan: “Anti-vax, anti-mask”? Or did they just use the short version, “The COVID state”?
Actually, it’s strange for me to read all these comments about masks, because it’s rare that I ever see one either these days. Maybe all those vaccinations and all that masking we had here in Ontario actually worked! Who knew!
Of course Ontario is well known as a Socialist Tyranny, where up until maybe a year ago we had a province-wide mask mandate, and all the sheeple meekly went along with it (wake up, sheeple!). Well, almost all. I did read a news story about some guy in a Walmart or someplace refusing to wear a mask because there was no way he was going to be deprived of his Freedom. He was wrong. He was deprived of it as soon as the police arrived. I think he was charged with disorderly conduct, uttering threats, and trespassing. It’s nice to know we can grow our own lunatics here. Unlike oranges, we don’t need to import them from Florida.