5-25-25... mom would have loved that. She always loved numbers.
I'm exhausted. Didn't post yesterday because I was too tired and not really doing much better today. I think I overdid it last week, though it's hard to say doing what exactly.
Resting now. Might have something coherent to say later.
Onward
Anyone remember how I said that what I felt I needed was a good cry... then I said, no, I'm actually OK.
So, new flash... whenever I say "no, I'm actually OK" it's a big hint that I am NOT OK.
The good news, I finally had that good cry. Four months and seven days my mom died, I finally cried. I can thank Juno for doing the right thing to get me there.
Am I OK now, you ask.
Were you paying attention a couple paragraphs ago? Of course, I'm not OK... but that's actually good. I shouldn't be OK. What I am is a little less numb inside. That's something, and something is better than nothing.
Now if I could just sleep...
Ah well.
Onward
Well, that was a week.
I think I overdid it, and I've come down with a cold by the end, but the week started OK.
I managed to get some minis painted. Here's a picture of them... a trio of Tzaangor Enlightened, oracular bird-men who whisper their foes secrets. I'm rather pleased with the way they came out.
Juno and I managed to get our first successful game of Warcry - a skirmish game based in the same setting of Age of Sigmar, but different enough in terms of game mechanics that our previous tries didn't go well. All in all, now that we have a better grasp of the mechanics, it was fun and we managed to play a whole game in a morning.
After that, the week kind of went downhill. Having overdone it, I was pretty tired the next day and managed to stumble and twist up my toes. You know that thing where your toes get caught on the floor and end up facing the wrong direction? Ouch. My toes turned black, which I found rather impressive. I ended up spending a couple of days with my feet up but that was OK.
So, a couple of days in bed, healing and catching on my streaming shows.
I watched the first seasons of Amazon's Wheel of Time series. As a fan of the books, I tried to go in without too many expectations. I know from long experience that adaptations of novels can be somewhere between "close but different" to "mostly the same names but otherwise completely different." I accept that. I enjoyed David Lynch's 1984 version of Dune, which is certainly in the second category and I enjoyed Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings, which is pretty much the former.
I felt like Amazon's Wheel of Time started out as "close but different" and the season ends at "mostly the same names but otherwise completely different" ... and unfortunately different enough that I'm just not interested in watching the next seasons. So, that was disappointing.
Now, I'm watching the first season of NCIS: New Orleans, which is not bad so far (better when they stop doing crossovers with the parent series).
Otherwise, resting.
Onward
OK, well... that was a week.
Worked with Juno to send out invitations for mom's memorial service in June. Juno did most of the actual work. I just wrote the invitations. I also talked to the church about what I want for the service, which is "not much." I really liked Gramma Cathy's memorial. It was simple. The family said a few words about her memory. I think the priest said something, but I didn't pay attention and didn't care. They put her ashes in the ground. That was it. That's pretty much my vision for mom's service, so we'll see how that goes when the time comes.
In other news, I sent angry letters to all my congress-critters. Evidently, defunding PBS and NPR was my personal Trump red-line. Not that I support anything he's done, but that was it. That was the line.
Weird.
Talked to Juno about it. She's worried that ICE agents are going to show up in her classroom, demanding to drag out a student (or students) and wondered what would happen when she stopped them. I pointed out that they would throw her in jail, and I actually can't take care of myself if she ends up locked up for any length of time. That was a chilling moment.
We want to stand up for what's right but the simple fear that we could lose everything if we do. Like I said - chilling. We settled on her asking VU what the correct procedure is for an instructor if ICE shows up in the classroom. Because it could happen. It really could happen.
That leaving aside the worry the Indiana is defunding education and what does that mean for her job.
It's getting dangerous here.
All we can do is what we can do.
Onward
