I think my aesthetic might be “oh that’s so ugly, I love it”
My illustrious housemates apparently slopped something in the oven and didn’t clean it up... because this is my first time cooking in weeks and I have to have the fan on and windows open so the apartment doesn’t fill with smoke. 😑
Spending Valentines with my grandpa is probably the best choice I’ve made all week. We watched Chopped, ate amazing pasta made by my friend, he told stories I’ve never heard before, and we finished with ice cream sundaes.
I hope that I was able to make this day less about sadness, even though it will be impacted by it deeply.
Of course I plug in a flash drive I hadn't used in a year and it pops up with the name Kharon. At least I know I have a sense of humor. 🙃
Woke up to cats snuggling in under my blankets. If I have to be roused, cat snuggles are a delightful way to go about it.
This is monilaria moniliformis, and it’s a succulent that looks like little fuzzy bunnies.
I hope you’re having a nice afternoon! 💚
Don't feel bad or ashamed if you spend your week-end sleeping, resting.
It's *it's purpose*.
And in itself, resting is **not** doing nothing.
It's taking care of yourself, and allowing to gather back some energy. Some time to yourself.
Resting *is* doing something, for you. And it's a good thing to do sometimes.
Today my biggest problem is the difficulty of turning pages in a physical book while holding a giant mug of tea in one hand.
“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’ - that’s intimacy.”
— Taylor Jenkins Reid, "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo"
Having spent the last two nights cuddled up on a couch with friends watching something on TV we are only watching together, I can honestly say that this is my happy place. And that my friends are the best family a person could ask for. Its amazing when people show you their true colors, and they complement your own.
I rocked a pompadour, a brilliant dress that I bought while shopping with my Nana at her favorite store, and my boots of butt kicking for a power outfit for the funeral. She would have thought I looked “tootsie” and put together in her honor. 💚
I sent this photo to my mom and she called the haircut “risqué” as though somehow this is not the same haircut I’ve had for almost a year now. I just let my stylist do what she wanted and swoosh it back like a fauxhawk.
Today is my last scheduled day of being a mess. Hopefully we will rerun to my regular snark shortly.
But at least I got a bangin’ haircut yesterday and I feel like I could punch death in the arm and call them a bastard.
Question for the crowd. TW dying mention. Show more
I have learned a ton about hospice care, caregiving, and the individual experience of dying of late. For some reason I am feeling very talkative and I would love to answer questions and share anything that could be helpful to someone else/would have been helpful to know for me. Would anyone be interested in that?
No is okay. But for some reason I feel moved to offer.
Once again I’d like to say thank you to everyone who has been with me on this journey. It is because of all of you wonderful humans and friends that I am okay. 🤟
Apparently that sentence begins with a silent “if I can convince myself to get out of bed.”
Grief is such a bitch.