In any case, I hope I can get back to sleep tonight. I've avoided playing video games tonight to try to reset my system clock, but it's not that easy. It might be easier if I were not know in front of my computer. But it seems that once again, I'm seeing the Trump administration and its continued failures at being compassionate human beings. I suppose the latest problem is the administration trying to end DACA. I just don't see the point of punishing the children for the actions -- or crimes if you want -- of the parents. The children had no choice. It's like punishing humanity forever or at least for thousands because two people ate an apple they weren't supposed to. It's tempting to blame this on Mike Pence's influence, but I don't believe even Mike Pence is that terrible of a person. His boss, on the other hand, is definitely as bad as he seems to be.
I am getting back in the swing of things, but I have to admit I didn't do as well on a routers and switching test tonight as I would have liked. It's true I'm not interested in computer networking, but it does have some relevance for a server administrator. I think one of the classes should be replaced with C for people on the Linux path, since knowing more Cisco IOS commands isn't all that useful. (Not Apple iOS. They are completely different things. Cisco IOS came about first.) Laying cables will have to be a task left to someone else. I also dislike that these courses are only offered at night so I can't ride the city bus back home even if I wanted to.
Now, well, to the person worried that it's a video card problem on their Mac -- it's actually possible, but I wouldn't start with fixing that option. But if the air duster doesn't work, it'd probably be a good idea to take it to an Apple store. It could be a problem with the power supply or the cpu fan.
Rough week. Especially yesterday, when N and I took a very sick Bronx to the emergency vet in Seattle. He had a fever of 106; apparently I can't tell at all from his nose and ears. He was also throwing up and not eating, and wasn't anywhere near his usual rambunctious self.
Note: apparently a virus. He's recovering well, and we'll be taking him home tomorrow.
The house seems very quiet and lonely without our Bronx boy. Brooklyn and even Ticia are rambuncting as best they can, but it isn't the same. Meanwhile, apparently cats really are liquids. Or should I say that cat is a liquid?
Thursday, one of our neighbor's cows got loose in our yard. One of those things that's very funny in retrospect. We've also been having a hard time finding a caregiver for Colleen.
As I said, rough week.
Two public service announcements:
- Breach at Equifax May Impact 143M Americans; How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Security Freeze
- If you happen to be on Whidbey Island next Sunday (the 24th, a week from today), drop by our house for music and food. "The usual potluck bash", as we used to say of the Starport.
I'm trying to establish a schedule, so that I actually get things done, have some time for Colleen, and don't spend all my spare time online. 9-11 on Tuesdays and Thursdays are earmarked for "Unpleasant Chores" - unpacking, cleaning litter boxes, finishing up the taxes, taking out the garbage, and so on. Tag "UC:"
I don’t get why people think they can catch you out on something like
“You said you couldn’t do X, but then you did Y!”
Like, one of the main things disabled people are trying to explain to the abled world is that our experiences are nuanced. We can do some things and not other things. We can do some things some of the time but not all of the time. Sometimes our abilities change over time. Sometimes we have the same diagnosis as someone else but not the same abilities and limitations. Sometimes we were misdiagnosed and we get correctly diagnosed later on in life. None of this is contradictory, none of this should be controversial to talk about.
Trying to call someone fake because they don’t fit a stereotype and don’t stay exactly the same their whole lives is antithetical to what disability activism is striving for, and it holds disabled people to a much higher standard than abled people to have our lives “make sense” to people who are biased and willfully uninformed.
Abled people are allowed to grow and change without it calling into question their entire life history.
Basically, being a disabled person speaking about disability in a public space means getting constantly subjected to “last year you said you were thirty, this year you said you were thirty-one, WHICH IS IT OBAMA?” type scrutiny. This is garden variety ableism, it’s not new, it’s not original, and it’s not any different when people think they’re harassing fakers for the good of “REAL” disabled people.
If people weren’t so suspicious of disabled people categorically they might actually learn something about disability.
All this does is make disabled people afraid to speak at all. After all, what if they see themselves in the latest victim of the faker hunt? Doesn’t that mean if they don’t talk about their disability very carefully- try very hard not to upset anyone’s preconceived notions of what their disability “should” look like- that they’ll be next? And when we have fewer voices in our community, less people sharing information about the nuances of disability, then we lose something important. There is nothing about trying to oust someone as a “faker” that isn’t toxic for disabled people as a community.
Somewhat eventful week, and I see that I didn't get it posted yesterday. Grumph. And today is a busy one, so this will be worked on only in the interstices.
This was our first week of school for both of N's kids, and in particular of homeschooling for j. N and I are taking turns, with N on Tuesday and Thursday, and me on Monday and Wednesday (when C has a caregiver in, although it's a little more hectic right now because we're between caregivers). Friday is for catch-up and projects. J also got the first weekly call from his teacher, where we were able to determine that we have a lot more freedom to choose which activities (e.g. science experiments) we actually do. It's still a bit of a scramble.
This weekend (ok, last weekend -- I'm finishing this up on Tuesday at this point) one of our neighbors, Dean, threw a huge party. He apparently does this every year for his birthday. He's 67, and has been building his house and "landscaping" his property since sometime in the '70s. It's awesome. "Landscaping" in quotes because landscaping doesn't normally include secret tunnels, grottos, and water slides. I only found out about it because I was standing behind him in line at the grocery store. Fairly large amount of music. He's a fiddler! We have a lot of songs that could use fiddle. He also repairs pianos.
The hash I made of "Wheelin'" on Saturday afternoon prompted me to finally reprint the LgF songbook -- two-sided, using my new style definitions. Worked great. There are still a few glitches, but on the whole it's a big improvement.
I made fudgies for the party. Recipe in the notes.
We hired a new caregiver for Colleen. As soon as we saw her purple hair we knew she was going to be a good fit. She'll start on the 25th, after giving two weeks' notice at her previous job.
Some not-etsy knitting and crochet!
Progress on a rainbow babby blanket. Or, more of a baby playmat and kid blanket I guess, turned out big, hopefully it will last them a while. Finally finished all the machine knitting, now need to crochet borders on all the strips and sew them together so they are not a pile of noodles and look like the finished panel on the left. It’s a double-sided blanket, should be very warm and cozy. 4,872 rows total on the knitting machine to make all the strips for the blanket! Biggest machine knitting project I’ve done so far.
Then a zig-zag crochet scarf for me. Nearly done, just needs some blocking and weaving in the ends.
I'm just going to link to it. I've seen all the arguments over the past few years. While I don't like taking down confederate statues (I support putting up plaques reminding eveyone that they were put up as a racist statement during the Jim Crowe era), I am even more sick of people who think that their right to free speech resolves them of any responsibility for their actions.
Roommate: But it's not hot out tonight
Roommate: But it's in the high 40s.
Me: I am sweating. I'm not directing the fan towards you.
Also, I've seen some of my notes this year. I've been using a pen and a mechanical pencil designed to have a thicker stock. My writing is much clearer with the thicker pencil. I suppose I canh have an easier time with somethings if I acknowledge there's a disability presence.
This offer also applied to catastrophes caused by people in the course of daily life as opposed to climate change.
ETA: I am located in Portland, Oregon.