Last Night?

Last night I dreamed my mother died.

Current time, full color and sound - with the all the usual suspects, much in character. So real, I had to check myself on waking, because it had included a bit on waking, knowing my mother was gone and Sis had gone home.

And it was okay. Kind of like knowing I can do this and it won't break me.

Going to JPL was a bit of a trigger, I guess - both Cliff and his father had direct ties to the place, and as much as I looked - no trace of either of them remains there. There's just me, walking around wondering.

"Imagine what you'll know, tomorrow."

Looking back? Completely certain. I don't have a clue. I surely never expected to be here, twenty years ago.

Last Night?

Last night I dreamed my mother died.

Current time, full color and sound - with the all the usual suspects, much in character. So real, I had to check myself on waking, because it had included a bit on waking, knowing my mother was gone and Sis had gone home.

And it was okay. Kind of like knowing I can do this and it won't break me.

Going to JPL was a bit of a trigger, I guess - both Cliff and his father had direct ties to the place, and as much as I looked - no trace of either of them remains there. There's just me, walking around wondering.

"Imagine what you'll know, tomorrow."

Looking back? Completely certain. I don't have a clue. I surely never expected to be here, twenty years ago.

Last Night?

Last night I dreamed my mother died.

Current time, full color and sound - with the all the usual suspects, much in character. So real, I had to check myself on waking, because it had included a bit on waking, knowing my mother was gone and Sis had gone home.

And it was okay. Kind of like knowing I can do this and it won't break me.

Going to JPL was a bit of a trigger, I guess - both Cliff and his father had direct ties to the place, and as much as I looked - no trace of either of them remains there. There's just me, walking around wondering.

"Imagine what you'll know, tomorrow."

Looking back? Completely certain. I don't have a clue. I surely never expected to be here, twenty years ago.

Tagged

Blame riverheart.

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 facts about yourself. In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

Jeebus. I write about myself every day. Six things nobody's ever heard about. Hmm.

1. I have clothes and accessories left over from when I "dressed for success" in the 80's at work. I look at them from time to time and remember nylon stockings, pumps, clip earrings and makeup. Every day. Today, I'm wearing blue jeans, a nice shirt I picked up at Crack Barrel in Kentucky, tube socks and sneakers. I brushed my hair. Tada. This, is progress. (I'm also making 4X what I did when I spent 4X more on my clothes for work.)

2. It's been a while since I mentioned my passion for player pianos, music boxes and stained glass. My house is just too damn small for it. I used to haunt places that had player pianos with the piano rolls you loaded. Today, the new ones work from CDs. *sigh* I love the large music boxes - Disneyland took out the ones they had from Main Street, and I was the only one who noticed. The really big ones sound incredible, I don't care what the song is.

3. I also have a long history of crafting. Name it, and I've likely done it at some point. I have supplies to embroider, needlepoint, crewel, knit, crochet, sew sew sew, china paint, bead, candle make, can, bake, dry, draw, paint, sculpt - whatever. The earliest ability was embroidery, and I began that soon after Dad died when I was 6. I was sending my grandmother embroidered "greeting cards" - swatches done on rags when I was 8. Like a lot of things I can do - I don't do it a lot right now, but can always do it well enough if called. I was never a Rennie, and SCA in my neighborhood? Back in Ontario, it was really big people tittering at each other - and not many, if that. Pass. Unfortunately, what earns a living never had anything to do with that part of me.

4. Profanity is something of an art form with me. You'll hear me toss of the odd shit, fuck or damn from time to time - it's quick and easy, like fast food - but if I really feel the need, a few rules are adhered to: 1) If it's a male, you can't insult him by insulting his mother. "Bastard" is out. Ditto the easy swipe at the genitalia. Skip that. Stay on subject. "Waste of carbon" is just a starting point. 2) Stay away from any sexual swipes. I mean, really. Who cares? Ditto reducing people to animals. The animals often have better manners in the first place. 3) Gender bending is NOT an insult. Call a guy a girl is not an insult, and calling a girl a tomboy is lame. Really, does your issue have anything to do with how many XX chromosomes there are? Didn't think so. So - I usually don't use anything much stronger unless the situation calls for it. (However, "donkey raping shit eater" does get used, when directed at the computer or console game.)

5. I don't think I have sensitive hearing - but I really don't enjoy lots of loud noise. I like my music loud, when I'm in the car or on headphones - but if I have to deal with a lot of ambient noise, like a busy diner, trade show, convention, etc? I have to have quiet space to decompress. I can get surly, otherwise. It's just not comfortable.

6. I've bottle-fed a large number of critters - with varying degrees of success. Bunnies (best if you put them back with a Mom, really really), piglets, goats, lambs, puppies, chicks - and every time I go to Petsmart and see all the supplies they have out now, turn a bit envious. I was using toys in most cases, back then! This was in the period of time I had a step-father (age 11 to 17), a ranch with 1 1/2 acres and a lot of stupidity. I can tell you about chinchillas. We had 50 of them. He got them in a trade - and ended up trading them out again for something else. I've dressed chickens out - yeeew. I've also gotten experience with pig liver (makes good crawdad bait) and other things like uncured bacon, and seeing what goes into ground beef. One of the reasons I don't have issue with remaining omnivorous is that I know what kind of life a typical bred-for-food animal can have, if it's not taken for food early. It's not nice.

Have to tag six people. Who's feeling lucky?

You know, I'm going to be sexist and pick guys. They say LJ is too skewed towards women - well, here's proof the guys are out there.

unclejimbo
n6vfp
miwasatoshi
catsonmars
firez
silverkun

Not even hard.

Tagged

Blame riverheart.

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 facts about yourself. In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

Jeebus. I write about myself every day. Six things nobody's ever heard about. Hmm.

1. I have clothes and accessories left over from when I "dressed for success" in the 80's at work. I look at them from time to time and remember nylon stockings, pumps, clip earrings and makeup. Every day. Today, I'm wearing blue jeans, a nice shirt I picked up at Crack Barrel in Kentucky, tube socks and sneakers. I brushed my hair. Tada. This, is progress. (I'm also making 4X what I did when I spent 4X more on my clothes for work.)

2. It's been a while since I mentioned my passion for player pianos, music boxes and stained glass. My house is just too damn small for it. I used to haunt places that had player pianos with the piano rolls you loaded. Today, the new ones work from CDs. *sigh* I love the large music boxes - Disneyland took out the ones they had from Main Street, and I was the only one who noticed. The really big ones sound incredible, I don't care what the song is.

3. I also have a long history of crafting. Name it, and I've likely done it at some point. I have supplies to embroider, needlepoint, crewel, knit, crochet, sew sew sew, china paint, bead, candle make, can, bake, dry, draw, paint, sculpt - whatever. The earliest ability was embroidery, and I began that soon after Dad died when I was 6. I was sending my grandmother embroidered "greeting cards" - swatches done on rags when I was 8. Like a lot of things I can do - I don't do it a lot right now, but can always do it well enough if called. I was never a Rennie, and SCA in my neighborhood? Back in Ontario, it was really big people tittering at each other - and not many, if that. Pass. Unfortunately, what earns a living never had anything to do with that part of me.

4. Profanity is something of an art form with me. You'll hear me toss of the odd shit, fuck or damn from time to time - it's quick and easy, like fast food - but if I really feel the need, a few rules are adhered to: 1) If it's a male, you can't insult him by insulting his mother. "Bastard" is out. Ditto the easy swipe at the genitalia. Skip that. Stay on subject. "Waste of carbon" is just a starting point. 2) Stay away from any sexual swipes. I mean, really. Who cares? Ditto reducing people to animals. The animals often have better manners in the first place. 3) Gender bending is NOT an insult. Call a guy a girl is not an insult, and calling a girl a tomboy is lame. Really, does your issue have anything to do with how many XX chromosomes there are? Didn't think so. So - I usually don't use anything much stronger unless the situation calls for it. (However, "donkey raping shit eater" does get used, when directed at the computer or console game.)

5. I don't think I have sensitive hearing - but I really don't enjoy lots of loud noise. I like my music loud, when I'm in the car or on headphones - but if I have to deal with a lot of ambient noise, like a busy diner, trade show, convention, etc? I have to have quiet space to decompress. I can get surly, otherwise. It's just not comfortable.

6. I've bottle-fed a large number of critters - with varying degrees of success. Bunnies (best if you put them back with a Mom, really really), piglets, goats, lambs, puppies, chicks - and every time I go to Petsmart and see all the supplies they have out now, turn a bit envious. I was using toys in most cases, back then! This was in the period of time I had a step-father (age 11 to 17), a ranch with 1 1/2 acres and a lot of stupidity. I can tell you about chinchillas. We had 50 of them. He got them in a trade - and ended up trading them out again for something else. I've dressed chickens out - yeeew. I've also gotten experience with pig liver (makes good crawdad bait) and other things like uncured bacon, and seeing what goes into ground beef. One of the reasons I don't have issue with remaining omnivorous is that I know what kind of life a typical bred-for-food animal can have, if it's not taken for food early. It's not nice.

Have to tag six people. Who's feeling lucky?

You know, I'm going to be sexist and pick guys. They say LJ is too skewed towards women - well, here's proof the guys are out there.

unclejimbo
n6vfp
miwasatoshi
catsonmars
firez
silverkun

Not even hard.

Tagged

Blame riverheart.

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 facts about yourself. In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

Jeebus. I write about myself every day. Six things nobody's ever heard about. Hmm.

1. I have clothes and accessories left over from when I "dressed for success" in the 80's at work. I look at them from time to time and remember nylon stockings, pumps, clip earrings and makeup. Every day. Today, I'm wearing blue jeans, a nice shirt I picked up at Crack Barrel in Kentucky, tube socks and sneakers. I brushed my hair. Tada. This, is progress. (I'm also making 4X what I did when I spent 4X more on my clothes for work.)

2. It's been a while since I mentioned my passion for player pianos, music boxes and stained glass. My house is just too damn small for it. I used to haunt places that had player pianos with the piano rolls you loaded. Today, the new ones work from CDs. *sigh* I love the large music boxes - Disneyland took out the ones they had from Main Street, and I was the only one who noticed. The really big ones sound incredible, I don't care what the song is.

3. I also have a long history of crafting. Name it, and I've likely done it at some point. I have supplies to embroider, needlepoint, crewel, knit, crochet, sew sew sew, china paint, bead, candle make, can, bake, dry, draw, paint, sculpt - whatever. The earliest ability was embroidery, and I began that soon after Dad died when I was 6. I was sending my grandmother embroidered "greeting cards" - swatches done on rags when I was 8. Like a lot of things I can do - I don't do it a lot right now, but can always do it well enough if called. I was never a Rennie, and SCA in my neighborhood? Back in Ontario, it was really big people tittering at each other - and not many, if that. Pass. Unfortunately, what earns a living never had anything to do with that part of me.

4. Profanity is something of an art form with me. You'll hear me toss of the odd shit, fuck or damn from time to time - it's quick and easy, like fast food - but if I really feel the need, a few rules are adhered to: 1) If it's a male, you can't insult him by insulting his mother. "Bastard" is out. Ditto the easy swipe at the genitalia. Skip that. Stay on subject. "Waste of carbon" is just a starting point. 2) Stay away from any sexual swipes. I mean, really. Who cares? Ditto reducing people to animals. The animals often have better manners in the first place. 3) Gender bending is NOT an insult. Call a guy a girl is not an insult, and calling a girl a tomboy is lame. Really, does your issue have anything to do with how many XX chromosomes there are? Didn't think so. So - I usually don't use anything much stronger unless the situation calls for it. (However, "donkey raping shit eater" does get used, when directed at the computer or console game.)

5. I don't think I have sensitive hearing - but I really don't enjoy lots of loud noise. I like my music loud, when I'm in the car or on headphones - but if I have to deal with a lot of ambient noise, like a busy diner, trade show, convention, etc? I have to have quiet space to decompress. I can get surly, otherwise. It's just not comfortable.

6. I've bottle-fed a large number of critters - with varying degrees of success. Bunnies (best if you put them back with a Mom, really really), piglets, goats, lambs, puppies, chicks - and every time I go to Petsmart and see all the supplies they have out now, turn a bit envious. I was using toys in most cases, back then! This was in the period of time I had a step-father (age 11 to 17), a ranch with 1 1/2 acres and a lot of stupidity. I can tell you about chinchillas. We had 50 of them. He got them in a trade - and ended up trading them out again for something else. I've dressed chickens out - yeeew. I've also gotten experience with pig liver (makes good crawdad bait) and other things like uncured bacon, and seeing what goes into ground beef. One of the reasons I don't have issue with remaining omnivorous is that I know what kind of life a typical bred-for-food animal can have, if it's not taken for food early. It's not nice.

Have to tag six people. Who's feeling lucky?

You know, I'm going to be sexist and pick guys. They say LJ is too skewed towards women - well, here's proof the guys are out there.

unclejimbo
n6vfp
miwasatoshi
catsonmars
firez
silverkun

Not even hard.