More. Of everything.

Temperature: 10/50 degrees. October started off cool, got warmer, warmer still when the remnants of Kirk blew in, then cool again, soon warmer again, so who knows what winter will look like.

Eating: my version of a salade niçoise.

Drinking: Blossa’s annual glögg sometime soon. Because there’s whisky in it, I hear. And…algae? In glögg. O-kaaay.

Listening: to Trump speak of immigrants, the queer community, and non-Europeans as less than human. Who speaks of migrants in a dehumanizing way? A xenophobe. Who speaks of other minorities in derogatory terms? A bigot. Who speaks of races and in a denigrating fashion? A racist. And this is the man you’d have lead your country? O-kaaay. Sounds like a man for every man, maybe even some women, so long as you are white, straight and Christian. (Although what sort of Christian spouts that much hatred and division I’m sure I don’t know.) You do know who got there first, right? Happy Native American Day!

Watching: The Summer Book as soon as it releases. What? January?! Nooooo!!!

Reading: picks for Halloween? This will give you the heebie-jeebies. How is capitalism, the demand for constant growth and consumption, compatible with our crumbling habitats? It isn’t. Tell that to Ultrarich Inc. consolidating wealth and power at a pace that will be the end of us, including them. For supposedly smart people they don’t seem particularly wise.

Writing: to tell you that space colonies won’t save those rich enough to reach them. Mounting evidence suggests that space travel severely harms the human body.

Thinking: we’re screwed, aren’t we, and in no hurry to course-correct. After thirty years of agreeing to curb emissions, emissions have gone up by seventy percent. Humans have spent but an eyeblink on this planet and we’re already running out of road.

Feeling: When not an instrument in service of aid, cooperation, common good, sustainable development and innovation, money ruins everything.

And just like that…

 Octobrhhh.

Friday the luckyteenth

Temperature: a rainy 17/62.5 degrees after a really warm start to autumn.

Eating: lentil Bolognese once it’s simmered to perfection.

Drinking: the cooking wine. For quality control purposes. Obviously.

Listening: to Sergio Mendes. Astro, lenda, ícone.

Watching: Lee the first chance I get.

Reading: Richard Osman’s We Solve Murders.

Writing: the lot of you to tell you to stop vilifying Friday the 13th or else I’m sending both Frigg and Freya after you.

Thinking: but isn’t Friday the 13th an unlucky day? Not in this household, it’s not.

Feeling: like dancing now that the weekend is almost here? Why not? Dancing utilizes all planes of motion (forward, backward, side-to-side, rotation) plus up and down if you’re feeling bouncy, and builds agility, mobility, body awareness, balance, coordination, endurance and strength. That’s not why I’m always going on about it, all of that is just a bonus! Dancing is whole body fun to the music of your choice. [And you don’t need full mobility to dance. You don’t even need legs. Remember that Paralympian I mentioned? We danced at their wedding with only two fully functioning legs between us. "Now I've had the time of my life..."]

Et la fête continue !

Temperature: a sunny 25/77 degrees with thundershowers on the way.

Eating: sopa de frijoles.

Drinking: iced tea.

Listening: to Harris & Walz gives me hope.

Watching: the Paralympics! We have a retired Paralympian in the family, so this is just as important as the Games we just had.

Reading: What You Are Looking For Is in the Library by Michiko Aoyama.

Writing: to apologize, but I really did not feel like complaining or explaining. (See below.)

Thinking: where have I been these past six months? Attending to troubling things. Attending to tiresome things. And my godfather died. My uncle. My aunt’s first husband (father of my cousins). Soon, her second as well (the sweetest of men). I've been feeling quite depleted of any extra speech.

Feeling: It’s not all bad, though, of course not. Life goes on, and it will burst into pink bloom in December when the boys get to welcome one more cousin into the family. A girl, we hear, and her mom being a girly girl of great feminine flair (and enviable energy), everything is coming up rosy and roses. We’ll see if the newcomer agrees with the palette. Babies, aww, can’t wait! 💗

All right all right all right all right

But just because you asked.

(Just give the Parker girl a day or two to reorient.)