Sluggish Wed - Fri

Today's a good day for blogging, because I'm home sick. Not sure what's going on. I woke up with a runny nose and sneezy behaviors yesterday. Then I realized that I felt sluggish. I have somewhat of a sore throat. I feel like I have a fever but don't -- a bit chilly, a bit of muscle soreness. But not even like one of my regular colds. I'm guessing I'm having some allergic response to the outdoors. My desire to do just about anything is zero.

But in perspective, it's awesome. I have not had a cold since our Caribbean cruise. Pretty good run, as someone said.

On Tuesday, Z and I went to see Suleika Jouad and Jon Batiste. I had gotten tickets from someone on the Isolation Journals page, and the seats were fantastic. The show was indescribable and Z and I had a delightful time, which we tend to do. She is one of those friends who says yes. And if she asks me to something, I also say yes. It works.

But the next day I woke up feeling punk. And here I am. Yesterday I exhausted myself by shopping for accessories for an upcoming party. And learning about turquoise jewelry and where you can go and mine your own in Arizona. Searching mrsguy only to learn that I never told the pigeon story. Searching the National Archives website for genealogical clues. Searching German newspapers for genealogical clues (who is the father of Christiana Touchy?). Is it worth getting a subscription to Archion in order to look for birth records in Lindau? Looking for letters that used to refer to Ernst Gottlob on the Gleimhaus website. I can pick out 18th century German script better than I used to -- could I possibly look again and translate some words?

Then a long nap.

And on Friday, I'm still loafing around. I actually feel worse. More of a stuffy nose, more muscle aches. More ennui. I have to do *something* today. Maybe I'll go outside and water.

One last thing -- today Prince Harry lost his bid to get a security detail. Of course there is more to the legal case than that, but the Royal House should absolutely give in, and as quietly as possible. No matter how deeply angry they are, they have chosen, by not providing security, to act as if they don't care if one of their own lives or dies. It is a bad look, and favorable public opinion is something that they will continue to need in order for the monarchy to survive.

No matter if he is a working royal or not, Prince Harry didn't choose the life he has. The monarchy required children, and this one didn't fill the mold. So what. Some day it will be proven, I fear, that the Sussexes were right to be concerned for their safety.

10 Photos

The prompt was to share ten photos I didn't have ten worthy photos in this past week to share, however:

A highlight of the week was a garden swap / earth day / SWANA collaboration at work. SWANA stands for Southwest Asia and North Africa. I decided to do my own collab with the Meow slack channel and I brought cat grass seeds for people to use in delighting their cats.

I came home with some fig cuttings.

And at the end of the day, as I was getting into my car, I found a message from the Coca Cola company: a discarded Coke can next to the parking spot where I always park, that says "Sis".

Argh

Him: I forgot to take my Neulasta after chemo

Discussion follows. I start wondering whether he can just take it anyway today. I go back to my laptop.

Him: Don't freak out.

Me: Do you know what is one of the most punchable things you can say?

Easter 2025

It's about the colors.

My plan for today was to dye some eggs. I just like color. Color makes me happy. I had saved some tablets from last year, so I was ready to go.

But first! An old old friend contacted me to ask if I wanted to pick his ume. Heckyeah! I went over to his place with a grabber and a picker and a bag. We talked for an hour, catching up on all kinds of stuff. So good! 

Here's the tree, and the haul.

I went to the Japanese market and bought shochu and rock sugar. "Getting an early start on umeshu?" said the checker. I boasted that I had just finished picking mine.

Then I did a drop off at Goodwill. Ahhhh. Been meaning to do that for a long time.

After a big shop at the supermarket and a very long chat with my sister I got to coloring the eggs. I was hoping that I would make a three-peat of making a glamorous black egg, but I couldn't make it happen. Maybe I needed fresh dye. But what I *did* make was an egg that looked exactly like a pickle. Boy kitten needed to examine it.

The day wraps up with us watching baseball on our new tv that mrguy bought while I was gone. The previous tv was quite elderly, and it seemed to have some sort of allergy to our AppleTV which caused it to periodically make a big cracking sound and go blank. We put our foot down after we watched a show where we couldn't figure out what the characters were saying at all. 

All better now, plus a slightly bigger screen with a slightly more crisp display. Not getting any younger. I'll take it!

Happy Easter, everyone.