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A friend of mine asked why I'm being absolutely obsessed with the weather this week, the projections and the TOR:CON and the forecast, for things that haven't even happened and won't happen for a couple of days.

Because if you wait for the tornado warning, you're too late to do everything you could to survive.

And because if anything happens to you, and you could POSSIBLY have prevented it, local opinion will eat you alive (because nothing victim-blames like people who were randomly spared by a catastrophe). Case in point, this week during a tornado a woman drowned in her storm shelter. (Link to story here) Comments ranged from "you shouldn't say it was a storm shelter" (what? it was a cellar... underground... the kind of place we tell people to get to) to "anyone who lives in certain areas deserves what they get, storms hit there all the time." (It may be true that storms hit some areas more than others, but that's very tacky to say about someone who just died.)

But even leaving local opinion aside, there are plenty of situations where a little preparedness could save your life, your health, your pets, or your ability to cope with the aftermath of the storm.

And now, I'm off to clean out the closet. Yeah, I'm a little obsessed, because I want us to do the best we can, and previously we've failed at "get dressed and downstairs in 5 minutes or less" drills. (I sleep pretty deeply sometimes, and especially if it's dark and rainy... mmm... which is perfect tornado weather.)

Link roundup:
NOAA's explanation of the Fujita scale of strength
Tornado History Project maps of all tornadoes in the county I live in
Wikipedia article on the 1999 Moore tornado including a picture of the radar 'hook'
Tornado safety (well, 'safer') instructions
2013 Moore tornado overhead images with before-and-after sliders
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(Paar paar= the noise that happy cats make.)
Totally disjointed list of stuff:

Last week I did very well and got three bags of trash down the stairs and into the big can before the trash truck came. This week, not so well at that. But it's okay. Progress is progress.

So far, I am 10 months into the year's experiment of wearing one pair of shoes (plus one for running in). Not searching for shoes or feeling like I ought to be doing something to rotate shoes has made me unreasonably contented. I do think I would like a third pair-- regular shoes, running shoes, and flip-flops. (Preferably, actually, the kind that don't have a toe wedgie bit, so I can wear socks in the winter. I AM TERRIBLE at fashion. I love Birks and hand-knitted socks. Plus, in the rain, just strip them off inside and let dry, instead of squodging around in wet shoes all day.)

There is an Ingress anomaly here in town in a month! Uh, for those who don't Ingress-- it's a social game that requires GPS and a smartphone and a data plan. It's like capture the flag, and connect the dots, and it takes about an hour to learn to do really well and is very neat for late-night socialing and meeting new people and finding new places and seeing fun stuff. An anomaly is a big event with about 500 people running around downtown playing as teams instead of solo, and actually can change the storyline of the game. We went to one in Tulsa and had a fantastic time, and amazingly there is another one coming here to my town in November!

I have got to get in better shape. The 4 hours of walking in Tulsa was completely exhausting. I have a month to get it more together; I think I can start by going for a run today.

Other plans today:
Go to the yarn store and buy a spare shuttle for my loom. Show off my fancy-ass scarf I wove.
Bake some bread.
Make chicken sausage pasta, or chicken sausage rice. Not sure which I want.
Do laundry.

Also, we had some friends over yesterday including a 4 year old (human). Grim likes people, and he's mostly convinced that children are people, but sometimes they get noisy and he retreats a bit. He did really well yesterday, but ran out of cope and had to lie down on the couch for a half hour. (Uh... Grim is a cat, in case that is not completely clear.) We're having more people over Thursday and I look forward to seeing what he thinks of them.

I still miss my Geeg and get that lump in the throat and have to blink a while, but it's been several days since a full-out sobbing fit. I'm pretty okay with that.
corrvin: gray cat lying on the floor, text "I'll get right on that" (right on that)
So it's been the summer for it-- two of my co-workers had their elderly cats die, and another friend posted on Facebook that his cat went this morning. Every one pulls a little bit at my heart because losing Eldest Son Cat is still so raw. I haven't cried this much in years.

Young Spotted Cat Grim is learning how to be #1 spotted cat. He hasn't mastered the cuddle or the upside-down-kitty, but he does come to snuggle in the bed and he talks to me a lot. The other day a co-worker was over and had his 5 year old daughter, and Grim just lit up and followed her around to be petted. That's what I love to see!

I've actually had a lot of fun this month-- we went to an event in Tulsa for Ingress, I did some sewing and some knitting and a lot of baking (and got pretty good at bread). We've had people over, and been all sociable. All of which is good for me.

But damn if I'm not still, in some corner of my heart, all busted-up broken about my boy. I mean, I knew life was going to be a continuing succession of loved ones dying, and I've been right so far, but I didn't expect it to hurt so much and for so long. It's still clean grief-- I mean, it's not festering, it's not awful. Just aching-sad. It's healing over slowly and from the inside out, like it should. But it still hurts, and I think it's going to be tender there for a long time, if not the rest of my life.

(When I am old and dying, I believe I want to thoroughly confuse my nurses and loved ones by demanding to be brought a spotted kitten, that I might snoogle it for the next generation. You know, as old men plant trees they'll never sit under...)
corrvin: black kitten on a stairstep, text "it's a step" (step)
End of life update for Eldest Cat )

I've had a half-dozen likes since I posted that. I'm crying and covered in snot and my eyes are throbbing (I'm not a good cryer) but I really do feel loved. And like my friends are cheering us on, that we can make it this last little bit together.

And we will.

Edit: Saturday morning:
We did make it. He was so tired this morning that it broke my heart to pick him up. But he made it through with no pain and no fear.
corrvin: a Courier daisy wheel text "definitely my type" (my type)
(Earlier this week, my partner Raven's dad passed away.)

Me: I'm going to the store, do you need anything?

Raven: I need... some sour cream. (very serious look) My dad passed away... and... I think... he would have wanted me to have it.

Me: How long are you going to ask for things that way?

Raven: About six months?

Me: Sounds fair.
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Father out law passed today just before noon, peacefully. His son was there, and his sister (and brother-in-law) and daughter arrived just after.

I don't know what goes on in the last hours of someone's life-- I believe there is something that we do, some internal processing, some spiritual work maybe, that makes us ready for the end. Whether or not we're aware of who's with us at the end, surely they are aware of us, and it may be that something that the dying do is helpful to the rest of us as we go on.

I don't know, and hope not to find out for a few years yet.
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Father-out-law still ill. But the hills are getting lower and lower, and pretty soon it's going to be time to get off the ride.

Things are under control. Mostly. For now. I think we'll run out of events before we run out of cope.
corrvin: A white-dressed figure talking to a red horned figure (desert)
Father-out-law (my partner's father) is very ill.

I... I think I have this under control. I think. We'll see how I feel at the end of this ride.
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I'm celebrating the one night a year that it's always better to be night shift. Yay! And I'll be off an hour earlier than usual!
corrvin: gray cat lying on the floor, text "I'll get right on that" (right on that)
I got some good news at work, about a possible schedule change. It's not definite and I have to wait on approval, but this is something I've really wanted for a long time.

I should know within 3-4 weeks.
corrvin: A white-dressed figure talking to a red horned figure (desert)
One of the things I think is sorely missing in Christianity (at least, around here) is a source of good education about what Christians do, explained in a way that's clear to non-Christians, and without a side of "and now you should convert."

This being the first day of Lent, I'd like to offer to answer any questions about Christianity my non-Christian friends have. I promise (no, I won't "swear on a stack of Bibles" because the Bible says not to do that kinda thing) that I won't try in any way to convert you.

And about the icon and why it's for Lent. )

Too early!

Mar. 4th, 2014 06:21 am
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Had a pleasant conversation with my parents yesterday, in the car on the way home, because Raven drove me to and from work. Not much else happened; didn't return the books to the library, or indeed do anything other than go home, eat food, and go almost immediately to bed.

There is still lots of snow and ice on the roads, which means running today probably won't happen. Which is okay, still exhausted from the last two days. I'm starting to really miss when I can't run, and not just because my next goal is that "a month of rundays" achievement.

Started the 100 pushup challenge with a group of folks from the feminist board I read on Rav. Didn't think much of how it went yesterday (12 pushups, yay?) but today I am sore in the arms and chest, so I feel like I did something. Tomorrow, a couple more.

As a side note, updating this with a teeny Bluetooth keyboard on my phone screen is not so bad as anyone might think. It's actually pretty comfortable. (Glad I have that astonishingly good near focus that many myopics have.)

Someday

Mar. 3rd, 2014 03:32 am
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Someday I'll have a job that doesn't require me to come to work when the roads are completely terrible.

Today, unfortunately, is not that day. Our road conditions map is blue with ice and snow. I couldn't face de-icing my car again-- it was snowing when I came home this morning, so there's a thick layer of melted-snow ice on it. So I asked Raven to drive me to work, because his car lives in the garage.

If only I'd gotten a bit more sleep, I'd be entirely happy with this setup. For now. We'll see how I feel when I chip the car out in the morning to go to the library.
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Hello again, internet. It's been a long, long time. This being the first bit of the month, let's see if I can post two or three times a week all month, hey? (I've learned that I do better one or two small steps at a time, instead of adding everything at once and then flailing under it.)

So, in the state of the Corry, we have: Read more... )

And it's nasty-awful outside, so wish me luck getting home from here.

Progress!

Aug. 16th, 2013 05:37 am
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The dye came off my hands eventually. Having three days off this week has seriously helped my ability to Get Shit Done.

I did some cleaning work in my room (Make The Pile Smaller) and bought new size 3 needles and am knitting a sock in worsted. I have about an inch and a half done. And now I feel good enough to go grocery shopping TOO.

I wish I could do this every week. Too bad I can't get work to cut my hours. (I know, so many people wish they had my troubles.)
corrvin: gray cat lying on the floor, text "I'll get right on that" (right on that)
 I'm excited and ready to tackle a day off!

I just accidentally dyed most of one hand blue. I think it'll stain things. Oops.
corrvin: a Courier daisy wheel text "definitely my type" (my type)
The problem with gender-neutral pronouns is that generally, even people who use them only want to use one set, and I see two distinct uses for them.Examples and lack of conclusion underneath. )
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In case I'm stubborn enough to do this again while I still have this car:

How to fit a papasan chair frame (which is a giant wicker dish with a stand) in a 2007 Impala (a mid-sized sedan):

1. Open the front doors of the car. Move the headrests on the front seats down (there is a press in doohickey around the metal posts of the headrests). Move the steering wheel to the highest position. Recline both front seats as far as possible.

2. Wedge the large part of the bowl, facing down, diagonally through the front passenger door. The bottom edge of the bowl MUST go between the gear shift and the dash in order for everything to fit. You will have to push the bowl to compress the door seal at the upper corner enough to get it through.

3. Next, push the bowl UP and over the seats, holding it against the dome, while you raise both front seats enough to get at the back seats and fold them down, allowing trunk area access. (If you folded the back seats down too early, you can't get the front seats down enough to get the bowl in. So don't get too clever here.) Slide the bowl, still facing down, partway into the trunk, and hold it up while you raise the front seats, then let it settle behind the front seats, firmly wedged in place.

4. Place the small stand part of the chair frame in the trunk. Shut all four doors. Adjust your seat some and drive away, sweating and still swearing.

I escaped!

Jul. 31st, 2013 07:18 am
corrvin: bicolor cat, text "I would like an army of killer robots with laserbeams" (Chisa)
I left work at 6am and I am home and it is dark and the sun is just now coming up and it's humid and a little warm.

I moved the pillows to leave a spot by the headboard and The Boy is all FINALLY YOU UNDERSTAND ME and he's snoogled up in it.

I should make cat-icon soonish for him.

I am going to have a shower and a nap. I have a date later today. I feel a little meh but emotionally damn good.

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