mdlbear: (river)

... and so ends another year. Not as bad as the previous one (a very low bar), but I've gotten very little done.

  1. The new top goal is moving down to Seattle to live in N's ADU (variously called "the studio" or "the lair"). In particular, I have to move the cats before c leaves in the spring; that means also moving a bed and a recliner, minimum.
    Well, the recliner wouldn't fit, and the bed is really too big for the room -- maybe I should have left the bed and kept the chair. But home is where the cats are. 95% is pushing it a little, but it's my list. I'll take it.
  2. I'm keeping self care near the top; I actually did fairly well with this one last year. Not going to be any more specific.
    I'm going to say 75%. Pretty regular exercise (thanks to my physical therapist), not a whole lot of walking -- not going to look at the counts. A trifling amount of weight loss. Two COVID boosters. As for mental self-care, I'm in a couple of grief support groups, and as I said last year, "I didn't actually do much, but I didn't fall apart either."
  3. Write more, doomscroll less. I still want to add a couple of "real" posts to my week. I'll settle for an average of one, besides done, thanks, and the occasional s4s. Track by appending the previous month's summary to the monthly Rabbit Rabbit post.
    Well, so much for tracking. But this year's stats so far are: 95854 words in 195 posts total in 2022 (average 491/post), compared to 107466 words in 170 posts total in 2021 (average 632/post). So I wrote fewer words, but averaged nearly four posts/week. And this doesn't count a few posts in GoingSideways, plus a couple more attributed to a certain crab. So I'm going to give myself 75% on this one.
  4. Finish what I call my EOL paperwork -- will, advanced directive, power of attorney, and guides to my paper and electronic files. Five items. Includes finding a lawyer and maybe an executor.
    Well, I got maybe half of the documentation done, no lawyer, no executor. So 10%, if I'm being generous.
  5. The remaining parts of wrapping up Mom's estate. The financial part is still in progress, and I've done nothing about her computer, files, and online accounts. And I still have to make her memorial page. EEK.
    Um... I think the financial part is basically done, except for the transfers to my own brokerage account. And a few of her belongings have been distributed to the kids and others. So... 50%?
  6. Sell or give away Colleen's medical equipment. That will probably mean going through an agent.
    Nothing. Zip. Zero.
  7. Singing, dammit. Not much more detail (see last year for that).
    Some planning, a little practicing, and one concert. Maybe 30%? That's stretching it.

So all-in-all, 95+75+75+10+50+0+30 = 335 out of a possible 700, or about 49%. Which, honestly, is lot more than I expected it to be. It was 41% last year (65% the year before, but that was then). So I'll take it.

I really should have included getting the house ready to sell. Which would have rated about 20% at the outside. But I didn't. I hired an organizer to help with putting an estate sale together, but she turned out to be an anti-vaxxer and I decided I couldn't work with her. Other things not done include the landscaping -- the yard is a total wreck after having been abandoned for two years -- and repairs on the house.

Things I did accomplish that weren't on the list included getting the cats to vet appointments (at vast expense), and maintaining and updating GoingSideways.blog. (Mostly not writing -- N did most of that -- but actually getting posts and photos together and uploaded. I should write up the process -- it's effective but probably wouldn't work for anyone but me.)

Posting stats:
all of 2022 by month:
   9076 words in 22 posts in 2022/01 (average 412/post)
   6034 words in 15 posts in 2022/02 (average 402/post)
   6961 words in 18 posts in 2022/03 (average 386/post)
   6624 words in 12 posts in 2022/04 (average 552/post)
   6742 words in 13 posts in 2022/05 (average 518/post)
   7601 words in 21 posts in 2022/06 (average 361/post)
   8632 words in 17 posts in 2022/07 (average 507/post)
   9263 words in 20 posts in 2022/08 (average 463/post)
   8397 words in 16 posts in 2022/09 (average 524/post)
   7634 words in 11 posts in 2022/10 (average 694/post)
   8734 words in 15 posts in 2022/11 (average 582/post)
  10156 words in 15 posts in 2022/12 (average 677/post)
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  95854 words in 195 posts total in 2022 (average 491/post)

mdlbear: Wild turkey hen close-up (turkey)

So, as in the last few years, I like to look back and see how many gratitude posts I made (or, more importantly, missed).

ls ../2021/12/*thankf* ../2022/*/*thankf* | wc -l
49

So this past year I missed three weeks, which is way better than the seven I missed last year, and equal to what I missed the year before.

Today I am grateful for...

  • Finally gaining enough perspective to see how very little I've gotten done over the last several years, and particularly the last year and five months since Colleen died. Better late than never, I suppose, although "never" would have been a lot more comfortable.
  • My family, both of blood and of choice, and both human and feline. Particular thanks to Desti, who is the best therapy cat. (ETA:) And G who together with his ex J put together an excellent feast. (I made my mom's cranberry relish, as usual.)
  • N and m, who in addition to being chosen family are my bandmates in Kaleidofolk. Thankful too for having pulled off a pretty good concert two and a half weeks ago.
  • The filk community.
  • My kids, E and R.
  • The people in my two grief support groups (one on Zoom and one on the Book of Faces), who understand without having to ask or to be told.
  • My friends. Also, friendship.
  • Molly, my Chevy Bolt EV, which is finally fully paid off.
  • Finding -- this morning! -- something of Colleen's that I'd been searching for for the last month and was afraid had gotten lost somehow.
  • Rabbit holes, especially math, music, and science videos on YT, and the corresponding articles on Wikipedia.
  • Dreamwidth, and all of my readers -- you -- out there reading my blathering and helping me stay sane.
  • All of the helpful information about Mastodon.

mdlbear: (river)

I realized a few minutes ago that I hadn't made a "Happy Father's Day" post. So here it is if you want it, late enough that it's more like "hope you had" than "have". I got a call from my daughter, and a shout-out on Discord from my son (who may be even more phone-phobic than I am).

My own father died 23 years ago, and I still miss him. Happy Father's Day, Dad, wherever you are.

mdlbear: blue fractal bear with text "since 2002" (Default)

Strange week. No disasters, and some success -- mainly my short concert at FK-NO 3 (the third virtual FilKONtario) -- but also some computer weirdness, fighting with WordPress (I may need a bigger hammer), a completely flipped schedule, and an unexpectedly large amount of ?emotional? something-or-other.

I didn't practice nearly as much as I should have for my concert set, but it was (barely) enough. The set was 15 minutes, which I figured (correctly) would be about all I'd be capable of. I'm pretty sure most of the emotional weirdness came from the setlist:

  1. Wheelin'
  2. The River
  3. Eyes Like the Morning

I mentioned in my introduction that "Eyes Like the Morning" probably doesn't need a trigger warning for anyone but me. (I could have been wrong about that. Feel free to correct me in the comments.) On top of that, I've had For Amy (CW: major character death) as my top earworm for the week, which doesn't help.

Oh, yeah -- some of the week's weirdness was due to the fact that in the process for setting up my lair for N's new fosterling, m's friend k, to quarantine in for the week, I somehow managed to leave my main laptop, Sable, behind on my desk. Oops! Fortunately I have spares, because I seem to be the household's default destination for unloved laptops. I hauled out Raven, which normally lives in the bedroom. After which I discovered that the passwords file hadn't been synced in at least a couple of months. (No, I have no idea how that came about. Distraction?) Fortunately one can set WordPress passwords from the command line, and I'd already set up SSH to the server.

Also around computers, one of my older Thinkpads, Sherman, has been acting strangely -- quite possibly either a corrupted hard drive. Bad memory is also a possibility, though it passed the test I ran on it. Meanwhile smartd on Raven has also been complaining, which implies that its rotating rust drive is dying, so I'm in the process of setting up a new SSD for it. Terabyte SSDs are cheap!

I've been making modest progress toward modernizing the markup in GoingSideways.blog so that I can take advantage of the recent editing improvements in WordPress editing. Because the WPBakery page builder is a miserable editing environment for me, and the way it does layout (with "shortcodes", and if you don't know what that implies be thankful) makes it difficult to switch to some more modern editing environment. I think I have everything updated except the home page at this point. I may need a bigger hammer for that.

And oh, right -- there was also the dentist appointment Thursday, getting a crown replaced. (I think it was a replacement, anyway.) The technology for that process has improved amazingly since the last century, but making the new crown on the spot means an extra 45 minutes or so sitting around reading my phone. (Beats driving an hour and a half each way to the follow-up appointment for getting the lab-made crown installed, so I'm not complaining at all.)

Notes & links, as usual )

mdlbear: a pair of interacting galaxies that look like a rose (galaxy-rose)

Well, today was our forty-sixth wedding anniversary, and the first without Colleen beside me to celebrate. I have hauled out the last remainibng bottle from the case of The Glenlivet that Colleen's uncle and oldest cousin gave us for an anniversary. (I forget which; possibly our 35th or 36th; the first mention of Glenlivet in my log is in 2010, but it could have been earlier. I wish I could ask Colleen -- she'd remember.)

Rather than spending the day writing (as I'd hoped) or moping (as I'd feared) I spent most of it fighting with WordPress. So far it's a draw.

Good night.

mdlbear: blue fractal bear with text "since 2002" (Default)

It was a long month last week. And not a particularly good month, either.

On the plus side, I was busy getting the Going Sideways travel blog ready to roll out. Which it did, on schedule, yesterday. The experience confirmed my loathing for WordPress and my deep distrust of so-called web designers. It still isn't quite right, especially with regard to accessibility, but it'll do -- go take a look. Or see the previous post for details.

The bad side of that is that everything else got sidelined, including $writing-gig-6. Oops!

I went up to Whidbey on Wednesday rather than my usual Saturday, because I wanted to get back down to Seattle in time for New Year's Eve. That didn't go as planned either: it snowed. Getting stuck was my own damned fault for not putting Molly up on the street after she was charged (although there was already enough snow on the ground that that might not have worked either). Finally got out yesterday afternoon, and even then it was dicey, but road conditions were better than they had been on Thursday. So it sort of worked out. (Getting parked in Seattle, on a hill on a narrow side street was another kind of adventure. About all that can be said about that is that it didn't make me late for dinner; it was definitely nasty and uncomfortable.)

On the gripping hand, the amount of aerobic exercise I got shoveling snow was enough to rule out heart problems and COVID. It also confirmed that I don't get enough exercise, but I already knew that. By the way, the correct tool for clearing that last layer of compacted snow and ice under footprints and tire tracks is not a snow shovel; it's a hoe.

The fact that Tuesday was Mom's birthday -- it would have been her 101st -- didn't help anything either. And speaking of grief, my right temporomandibular joint has been been giving me a lot of it lately. Do. Not. Like.

Notes & links, as usual )

mdlbear: (river)

Well, it's the start of a new year, so it's time for my annual goal-setting post. Or wishful thinking post, more likely. But anyway, here we are.

Hopefully 2022 will be better than 2021, but I'm not optimistic. I tried saying that last year and it didn't work. Many of these goals are carried over from last year, and years before. So they're things that have defeated me before. But I think the exercise is worthwhile anyway.

  1. The new top goal is moving down to Seattle to live in N's ADU (variously called "the studio" or "the lair"). In particular, I have to move the cats before c leaves in the spring; that means also moving a bed and a recliner, minimum.
  2. I'm keeping self care near the top; I actually did fairly well with this one last year. Not going to be any more specific.
  3. Write more, doomscroll less. I still want to add a couple of "real" posts to my week. I'll settle for an average of one, besides done, thanks, and the occasional s4s. Track by appending the previous month's summary to the monthly Rabbit Rabbit post.
  4. Finish what I call my EOL paperwork -- will, advanced directive, power of attorney, and guides to my paper and electronic files. Five items. Includes finding a lawyer and maybe an executor.
  5. The remaining parts of wrapping up Mom's estate. The financial part is still in progress, and I've done nothing about her computer, files, and online accounts. And I still have to make her memorial page. EEK.
  6. Sell or give away Colleen's medical equipment. That will probably mean going through an agent.
  7. Singing, dammit. Not much more detail (see last year for that).

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