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This, that, and a whole bunch of whatever

Back with the weather report. It’s 63F right now, which is pretty common. But, it’s supposed to get up to 89F tomorrow. What? I mean, what in the actual fuck? Yesterday, as I noted, it was 50F around this time of night, which is pretty normal–I guess? Oh, and on Tuesday, there’s a low of 41F.

I cannot. I’m done with the weather right now. We’re taking a break.

I wish it were as easy as that, but it’s not, of course. I don’t get to choose my relationship with the weather–though I will not be going outside tomorrow if it really hits 89F. I have to run errands, so I’ll be outside briefly, though. Going from 89 to 41 in a matter of a few days is just wild to me. We have very different weather at different times in MN, yes, but that’s usually done by seasons–not by a matter of days. Or even in the same day!

I do wonder if we’re going to have a true spring/summer, though. I’m guessing we’ll have some summer even if it’s just a few weeks. We always have a week or two of ninties to a hundred degrees in July/August, so I’m counting on that happening. Spring has been pretty much winter-lite, though.

Usually, we’re used to March/April being up and down, but usually things even out by May. I truly thought that this was going to be the week that spring hit for real, but, no. We have a 41F as a low in a few days.

This is climate change at work, and we’re doomed.

Well, that’s the end of this post. I’m just kidding, of course, but, wow, we’re living in the darkest timeline. I don’t have anything positive to say at the moment. I glance at the news once a day, twice at the most, and it’s just all depressing. Well, not all, but mostly. On so many levels. I am not going to list them all, but it keeps me in a state of anger, depression, and disbelief.

I’m past wondering how people can be so ignorant, hateful, and voting for things that are against their best interests. The answer is not one I can say in polite society without getting a lot of heat in return. My disdain for my fellow American is growing on the daily. Oh, and I really hate the ‘both sides’ bullshit that gets bandied about. “Both sides are so inflexible and need to move towards the middle’. Nope. Not true. My civil rights and my humanity are not up for debate. There is no middle ground between queers are human beings with full civil rights and we’re not. There just isn’t.

Nor is there any middle ground between we should help the most fragile among us and we should not. There are conversations to be had about how we do that, yes, but not about whether it should be done or not–at least not on a humane level.


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Taking a risk–and my daily weather report

I’m back with the daily weather report. It’s 50F right now, but got up to the sixties earlier. Here is my post from yesterday in which I talked about whatever was on my mind. We’re supposed to get up to 78F tomorrow. I have a private lesson, which we might actually be able to do outside if it doesn’t rain (afternoon showers are predicted). I don’t mind going outside in a drizzle as long as there are no flies/mosquitos/wasps/other bugs. If there are any bugs, I will not go outside.

Bugs love me so much. The last time I went out when there were bugs, I got bit by a wasp–and I couldn’t help but scratch it. Therefore, it got infected, and I had to go to the doctor for antibiotics. Fortunately, a ten-day regiment (started with seven and added three) worked–even though the first seven days didn’t completely do the job. My finger was swollen to approximately four times the regular size (only a slight exaggeration), and I feared that it was going to be worse than it actually was. Fortunately, the last three days of the treatment took care of it, otherwise, who knows what the fuck I would do?

My long-standing joke that isn’t really a joke is that I’m allergic to everything including air. Another is that I like the outdoors as long as there’s a door between it and me. The third is that I like the outdoors, but the outdoors hates me.None of these are really jokes, though. Everything outside affects me negatively, which means I stay inside as much as possible.

When I used to play tennis as a kid with my family and my parents’ friends, the mosquitoes would eat me alive while they left my father strictly alone. As a result, he did not believe that they bit me (anything that did not happen to him did not happen at all), which was doubly frustrating.

Honestly, it’s such a pain. Whenever I’m outside, I feel like I have to be on my guard. The problem is that I can’t really protect myself against things like wasps because they’re too fast for me. If I didn’t have to care about infection, then I wouldn’t worry so much. I don’t mind getting bit (I do) as long as the bites don’t blow up.

To wildly switch subjects, my mom told me about being audited by the regulatory board that governs the field she’s in. She needs to get 40 credits (which is common in many careers) a year, which she easily did because she taught/trained a lot. The problem was that she did not keep any records, so she has no proof that she did any of it.

She complained that the board had gotten so strict with the little laugh she did when she was annoyed/flustered/upset. She also has an issue doing anything online because she has an almost phobic response to it. She knows that it’s irrational, but she can’t do anything about it. Or rather, she won’t get the help she needs to get past it.


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