June 2, 2025
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 6, Day 35: How many times did I have to remind myself that it was Monday? So many. On the one hand, holiday. On the other hand, much needed day to deal with this truckload of absolute WTFery that landed at my doorstep Sunday. Someone we met several years ago was snatched by ICE and the family’s been at their wit’s end not knowing what to do. They’ve tried retaining lawyers and the first one just gave up and the second one was scammy and useless. I’ve known of the family but they’ve not had any occasion to be familiar with us before yesterday when I heard the news and immediately asked more knowledgeable people for a bit of advice. It’s been a whirlwind of work since: talking to various family members trying to reach a bilingual adult who could answer questions and give me enough information to reach out for help.
Yesterday’s focus was on getting in touch with elected officials’ staffers and getting sufficient information from the family to work with. I was up til midnight on calls and collating information from those calls.
Today’s focus was running down every possible lead for a new lawyer, looking for community org support in dumping the scammy lawyer, and scanning in their paperwork so they have electronic copies. I’ve worked out an agreement with the family that I’d write all the emails, they will do the follow-up phone calls.
We’ve sent out dozens of requests for legal assistance in hopes that one of these sources might have capacity to help.
I feel like a jerk for struggling to feel hope. There are just too many bad things happening in this area right now for me to feel like any of these efforts will pay off. We have to try but knowing that a raft of CA immigration judges were fired as recently as last month and knowing from our House rep’s staffer that ICE frequently deports instead of responding to information requests from Members of Congress, it’s hard to feel like any of these will pan out.
Year 6, Day 36: I spent half the day corresponding with MoC staffers and fielding the email replies from the people we contacted. One person was actually helpful.
We’re combing the area for lawyers, the ones that the local Rapid Response team recommended aren’t answering their phones or if they do answer, they’re too busy to help. The local immigration activist org helped a little. They looked at documents and gave us some basic assessment advice but they’re too overloaded to help. One of the three local attorneys recommended by the Rapid Response team had someone answering phones, everyone else’s numbers just went to voicemail, and I did an intake with them for the family. Then we got a response from a highly recommended firm, that one seemed very promising and we set up an appointment for tomorrow. The local attorney finally got back to us – they’re too busy to take the case. Figures. It’s a hellscape. We’re all on tenterhooks.
Year 6, Day 37: Our neighbor is currently obsessed with the Cascadia Subduction Zone. She’s not concerned for herself, she’s worried for her next two generations. I’ve known and worried about this myself but to the point of buying earthquake insurance, not to the point where she is now: she’s pushing her adult children to sell their homes and move somewhere out of the subduction zone. Hawaii will sink! Alaska will too! We need to MOVE before it happens!
I get it. The worst case scenario is really bad. But we have no idea when this might hit and the impossibility of getting a timeline makes that uprooting feel almost unreasonable. They have jobs, multiple kids thriving in different schools, all involved in their various activities. They’d have to start all over if they were to pick up and leave. I’m not arguing with her, I just see that it’s really hard to justify that level of change in the face of a possible terrible natural disaster someday. I don’t doubt that it’s likely coming, we just have no idea when it’s happening.
I got curious and I found a recent study – it must be the press from this that has her in a lather, she hit all the highlights of this study when describing the potential of the disaster.
Year 6, Day 38: We got to the point of having a real lawyer to retain and the ICE pulled a fast one. He was moved in the middle of the night without warning, and without telling notification to his kin where he’s being sent. None of the ICE detention center or field office phone numbers are in service. The locator site is vague and has no information. I’ve been at a loss for what else to do. I keep wishing I’d known about this last week thinking, look at what we’ve been able to muster in 4 days, two of which were weekend/holidays. If we had known when he’d been detained, we could have done more, faster. We were so close.
Eventually it occurred to me that this timing was suspicious. He had an appointment at the detention center with a scammy lawyer that was just there to bilk the family on Friday. We scrambled to get a legit lawyer in place before Friday so they could see him instead. What if they always would have done this? What if it only took this long for them to deport because they knew he didn’t have competent legal counsel in place, they only shipped him out now because his legal representation was supposed to show up. My reddit savvy friend said that’s very likely, they’re seeing this trend reported. And we know their flagrant disregard for due process. People who are legitimately following all the rules and showing up to immigration court are being grabbed from the courts even if they’ve had successful hearings. There is a complete disregard for anyone’s rights.
Now we’re pressing the Congressional staffers to help us find out what happened to him. Where is he??
Year 6, Day 39: I had such a good week and a half without scheduled meetings so of course they all hit all at once. Everyone needed me for a call for big and small reasons and I was scrambling from one call to the next. I didn’t manage to escape the vortex for several hours. Woof.
On the bright side, I have been going through old pictures, tagging a specific set, and remembering some good dog memories. It hurts but it’s also joy. I miss these dogs so much. They were such an integral part of the family. It feels like we have multiple dog shaped holes in our lives everywhere we go.
Frustratingly corporate is still holding up my raise. It’s taking so long I’m starting to think I should just go job-hunting to show that my salary is indeed deeply below market and I have other options. Exceeepptt it’s possible the current economy is such that I don’t have other good options. There were some earlier in the year but now? After all the federal cuts? After all the federal grants pulled across a whole lot of Bay Area specific industries? Our friends here last weekend told us they’ve got friends who have now been out of work for a year and counting, and corporate cuts are continuing to impact their circles. The Microsoft layoff was a huge one – 6000 people. Hawaii Planner has been going through the wringer, interviewing. Maybe being patient and exasperated continues to be the better bet.
I find it offensive that articles refer to these layoffs as “trims fat” btw. What the hell is wrong with y’all? Cutting people because you let crappy AI take over their jobs isn’t trimming fat. Also I’m so sick of the AI race. It’s brought nothing but garbage, fraud, more fraud, and more work for my company with zero gain. The corporation has handed down an edict that we use their crap AI tool because that’s supposed to benefit the company by 15% but it’s certified crap – it never gives the right information and it never identifies the sources of the bad information. So if you’re credulous enough to ask it for factual information and don’t fact check, you get the wrong answer every single time. The only thing worse than my sense of direction!
Sigh. Lots of ups and downs this week but mostly downs. I would really appreciate a shift in the winds.
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May 26, 2025
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 6, Day 28: Last week sucked, and then the weekend was completely draining too but for different reasons. I accidentally set off a PEM crash with my workout Friday night so I woke up in pain and feeling really sick on Saturday. We had plans on Saturday! hate so muchWe weArgh. re taking a couple friends out to an outdoor event for their birthday and there was a chance of petting livestock. I really didn’t want to miss it but it wouldn’t have been responsible of me to go if I was as sick virally as I felt. Thankfully, by noon I could tell that this was all pain-generated ick. Safe to go! Of course while that adventure was fun, it was also a bit of a lot. I was as wrung out by the end of Saturday as at the start. To make matters worse, SmolAc was sick and was complaining of leg pain that was so bad that half their body would tense up like a stiff board when the pain hit. Every 3-5 minutes. I massaged their legs every few minutes until 4 am so they could sleep. Naturally they woke up fresh as a daisy and I was wrecked.
Year 6, Day 29: We were meant to see a heat wave this week in Northern California. Our little pocket rarely gets the full predicted temps so at best I’m hoping to get a 10 degree bump for a couple days. When we get as many as 2 warm days, it’s enough to get some seeds to germinate or seedlings to grow a tiny bit more. So far the few warm days we’ve had have coaxed the green beans and a couple cucumber seedlings out at a time. I planted another round of green bean seeds with the potatoes and hope more sugar snap peas might make an appearance later in the summer. They did last year and what a fun yield we had for 3-4 weeks before powdery mildew shut us down.
In organizational news, I’ve been working on filling in spreadsheets with all clothing purchases for myself and the kids, electronics, and some common consumables so I can track how much I paid (and how long the clothes last and their care instructions when the tags are faded). Not everything will be in there, I’m not trying to make this a huge time sink, but whatever I can easily reference online will go in there. It’s just good to have a quick reference.
Year 6, Day 30: The last of our COVID boosters are scheduled this week for all of us ahead of summer crowds, travel, and infectious waves. It continues to feel very weird to be getting boosters for travel, logging air miles from credit card bonuses, and processing refunds for returns while ALSO staring down an existential crisis with our democratic republic under attack and our human rights being eroded every day.
We’ve left public comment on this issue of the FDA deciding unilaterally to reduce access to COVID vaccines, it’s so infuriating. If people don’t want them that’s on them, it’s despicable to limit it for the rest of us who do want that level of protection.
I got my own booster this week and am mildly annoyed that the vaccination clinic is always so balky about it when we have doctor’s orders in the system. Quite sure that our PCP is the one most qualified to say what we should get between the GP and the injection clinic.
I’m worried we won’t get an updated vaccine approved and recommended in the fall for the newest variants. I’m worried about symptoms I already have becoming much worse if I catch it. The brain fog isn’t the same thick fog these days as much as it used to be, it’s more frequently like cookie cutter chomps out of my brain where words I know simply don’t exist anymore.
Year 6, Day 31: I couldn’t get away from work early enough to make it to a family event at SmolAc’s daycare this afternoon but did stop in time to cook dinner from scratch.
I threw together rigatoni carbonara with pan fried broccoli using Penzey’s roasted garlic and Penzey’s Justice seasoning instead of pepper and pepper flakes, and using my precious hoarded Zingerman’s Nueske Applewood smoked bacon. We had cracked black pepper and more grated Parmesan for topping the pasta at the table. It’s a simple meal but awfully good with the right ingredients. I took extra time cooking the bacon to render a lot of the fat and drained it to give the remaining bacon extra crispy edges. This is a very thick cut Bacon so it doesn’t crisp the same way as thin bacon does but it holds up really well for this recipe. I didn’t pay $22/lb. I stocked up when it was last on sale at $12/lb. That’s still pricy enough that I ration it and in between times it stays hidden in the foil bag it shipped in 😆
Year 6, Day 32: Argh. Everyone’s job (at least around my level) got a lot bigger this year and none of us are coping with it super smoothly. We’re managing, but everyone has a week, or an issue, or a department that we hate so much for making our lives so much harder and some days, it’s harder to be at peace with it than others.
Semi-professional wardrobe woes: I hate the current trend of puff sleeves, had to search hours for less offensively puffy sleeves. I had missed the two-week return window on several pairs of pants from Aritzia. ARGH. Two weeks! It was my fault, I had recorded the return rules but I felt terrible one weekend and then was too tired the next weekend to remember. Thankfully the CSR helped me with an exchange so that I could get a full refund and try a different line. The new line arrived today and nope. High rise pants make me look and feel like an overstuffed sausage. So those go back too which should conclude this round of professional wardrobing roulette. That leaves me with two pairs of jeans plus a belt, two pairs of trousers I’ll have to hem carefully for length, and four blouses. That should do for the next year and change. Please be it.
Not professional: I wear my Svaha skirts every summer but only the two twirl skirts (2020 and 2022) fit now. The midi skirt and 3 fit-and-flare dresses (from 2020 and 2018) are too small for me which stinks, I really liked them. I can’t decide if I should sell, donate or keep them for JB. For now, I wanted two more skirts in the rotation. While I don’t love the waistbands that I could see, I really loved the designs, and they tout giant pockets (a must) so I’ve splurged on a few skirts from Maya Kern‘s latest release to try. I hope they’re great quality and look as nice in person as they seem to be online.
May 21, 2025
16 months ago, I was pondering our neighbors, and I’m pretty sure I wrote about them even earlier than that but I can’t remember where that post went or how to find it.
We’re still friendly with our package safety neighbors. They’re always busy so we don’t hang out but we always wave hello and proactively help them out with their packages when they’re at work or traveling. We usually let them know when we’ll be away so they can keep an eye on our place.
We’re still friendly with one set of neighbors of many kids and much travel. They’re still doing lots. We’re usually always at pickup around the same time but occasionally one of us will miss or need the other to help and I’ve come so far as to learn to text them to ask for an assist with bringing JB home if I absolutely can’t make it. That’s blocked off on my work calendar, I won’t compromise on that at work but once in a while an appointment will run long or something will come up or someone will be thrown by the long weekend and forget pick up time. It’s good to have a fallback person.
We’ve made friends with the neighbors with three dogs. We yell at bad drivers together. When my job was a little less crap, I was stealing a dog or taking their kid for a little playdate every now and again. Whenever there’s someone shady on our street I text them and the more belligerent partner runs out to investigate. The wife asked to put us down as emergency contacts because their relatives are unreliable and their youngest knows to come to our house if anything weird happens and they need an adult, if their parents are around. I like both parents quite well. I’ll be sad when we don’t see each other at school pickups anymore. I’ll just have to borrow dogs more.
The one set of neighbors where the wife was distantly friendly but the husband wouldn’t even look at us? Complete turnaround on that guy. SmolAc started shouting hi to him randomly one day and it completely startled him. He started saying hi back, and even saying hi first from afar. Then his wife and I started talking a bit more about PTA news and random things and she offered us some hand me downs for SmolAc one day, so we got to talking some more and established our mutual loathing for horrible presidents. That was a good reassurance to have. The husband has a fun little hobby that SmolAc expressed much interest in over the years, the husband dropped by this week to invite PiC and SmolAc to go for a spin with him, how cool is that?
This reminds me of the former neighbors who used to avoid us because we had dogs, the husband had a total phobia. But when JB came along, they were so charmed by infant JB, they made our acquaintance. They were then completely won over by Seamus and converted into dog lovers. It’s great. It’s funny (and sometimes weird) how a baby can open doors where people are previously hesitant. In this case it’s great, we’ve remained friends for almost a decade and still see each other.
(It was weird when, to one Asian lady, I was invisible until I was pregnant. Then she was all smiles and friendly. What the hell with that? The former neighbors at least acknowledged us and it was clear why it didn’t go beyond that, he was obviously terrified of the dogs and we gave him a wide berth out of respect. But this lady looked right through me for years until pregnancy. Super weird.)
We have speaking acquaintances with half a dozen other neighbors almost entirely because I love their dogs and their dogs love my attention.
One of those dog-only neighbors recently had their first baby, and naturally I didn’t know the baby’s name or the wife’s name, so I addressed a little baby gift to the Dog’s New Human Sibling. I was assured by at least one parent that it was amusing, not offensive. I thought it was less offensive than addressing the gift to only one parent anyway. And, as a dog person, it’d tickle my funny bone to get a gift addressed to my dog’s human siblings. I left them our numbers in case they ever needed a hand with dog or baby. I don’t know their situation but it can’t hurt for new parents to know there’s someone nearby they can holler to for help now and again.
I made the acquaintance of two of our oldest neighbors on the block when I was having a rage walk. They’re well into their 80s and 90s, and have so many stories to share.
Building community is not easy, there are a lot of people who aren’t friendly at all and I’m really glad that our next door neighbors that I loathed left, but I’ve made a really conscious effort to build some ties in our very local community. I’ve always wanted something like that and didn’t think it was possible. Thank goodness for kids and dogs, so many connections were easier to make at first because of one or the other.
How do you get to know local folks and make new friends?
May 19, 2025
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 6, Day 21: What a day (negative). I dislike most of the new people I’ve worked with for the past 18 months, they are so incompetent and make my life so much more complicated than it needs to be. Today’s confidential news was like a gut punch: Someone I actually like working with is scheduled to be laid off. I hate this so much. Within this new and larger structure, my voice is not valued or respected at more than one level above me so I can’t do anything other than be angry. So! many! incompetent people all around us so of course this one actually competent person gets laid off. 🤬 I made it a point to give positive feedback about them in case it did make some secret sort of difference. I doubt it will but I had to do something. In other enraging work matters, upper management seems to think it’s ok to handwave clear violations of labor law and expect I’ll just go along with it. Newsflash, I won’t. I will never be that person. So I fought an uphill battle about that as well. More reasons for them to hate me but I won this round for my people. It doesn’t feel like a victory, though. Even though eventually someone had to admit they were wrong and apologize (not to me, though, couldn’t possibly apologize to the person who caught your department-wide mistakes) for the royal fork-up, I’m furious that I had to fight the fight in the first place.
This all feels like a flipping exhausting, completely unnecessary, exercise. It sent me spite job hunting. Sadly I’m still not seeing anything I especially want to do instead. If only we had retirement money. I would like to be secretly retired. I could handle all the usual kid stuff that I do, garden, continue with doing my Helping People work. Sigh.
Year 6, Day 22: Week 40 of working out with a trainer remotely. Sometimes I feel a little stronger. Most of the time I feel like I’m struggling to make progress. He keeps inching up the workouts every week, one way or another, that’s what he’s supposed to do, but that confuses my sense of progress because I only focus on how I feel doing today’s workout. More often than not I feel like noodle arms or weak. I noticed that my arms are probably (can’t say for sure, I haven’t measured for actual data) bigger because the sleeves of tees that fit fine last year feels too tight this year. Maybe I should measure for actual data. Part of me remains in denial about my changing body shape because I love my Fat Rabbit Farm tees, they don’t make these three designs anymore, and I don’t want to give them up.
Year 6, Day 23: ’tis a rough morning when I’m the first one awake, much later than we should be. I was up working til midnight last night, everyone else was long asleep by the time I called it quits so I thought they got good rest but we’re all running a bit ragged today.
I visited the garden for a moment of peace and maybe a reset. Out of 10 seeds, the green beans are doing the most. 5 out of 7 have a healthy start with leaves! 2 are trying their best (mood). 3 never germinated (also mood). Of the 10 cucumbers, 4 germinated and they’ve not been doing more than peeking a pair of tiny leaves above ground. I encourage them but won’t get my hopes up. Of the 6 sugar snap peas I planted, only 1 germinated and is doing a fine job of making a bundle of little leaves. Sometime this weekend I need to fix part of the auto watering setup and run it to make sure it works.
Year 6, Day 24: My personal policy is never to open the door to unexpected visitors because they’re either evangelicals or scammers. I don’t hold with being evangelized at by any religion or scammed TYVM. Unfortunately, PiC was home when someone came by and learned the hard way about my firm policy. They asked for times he’d be home and his phone number to schedule a visit. Personally I don’t think there’s any reason any legit company would be sending people door to door without business cards or having contacted us through official means so I was even more skeptical than usual. I did a few searches and asked if they said anything about an energy bill. Yep, they said they’d be coming to “review your energy bill” for savings related to the “IRA”. And there’s the scam. They’ll steal our account number and transfer our account without our authorization and rack up charges.
It was an object lesson for dinner: scammers can get anyone. They come at inconvenient times, they get you when you’re distracted, they pressure you to give personal information face to face which can be socially uncomfortable to refuse. They do this because their tactics are effective. If they can get you off guard, you’ll make mistakes that they can exploit. That can happen to anyone sufficiently distracted.
Year 6, Day 25: It’s daddy long legs season. Every year, there’s a point in the year when they are out in abundance and keep swarming our front door trying to get in. I don’t know why they want in so badly but it gets tiresome catching and releasing them. We’ve evicted four of them already.
It’s ALSO the time of year when I’m scheduling meetings 2-5 weeks out and having to shake myself when it crosses over into summer: Oh! I don’t have regular school pick up that day. What DO I have? The summer schedule (with camp, without camp, with travel, without travel) might just break my brain.
I was very frustrated this weekend when I took my 8P jeans for a test wear. It’s the right size and fits at all points. Until I start walking around. Then they kept slipping. Argh! The mental load of this week has been such that it wasn’t until today that I realized I don’t have to return them and start shopping again. There’s this thing called a belt! It helps keep pants up! They’re not purely decorative! So I’ll be trying on some belts next week. It’s a pity how little processing power I had this week for common sense problems.
Murderbot is out on AppleTV and to my great disappointment, it does indeed require a subscription. I suspected as much but hadn’t ever had enough interest to see for myself. I can do a free 7day trial. Maybe I wait til all the episodes are out and then binge them in a week.
May 12, 2025
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 6, Day 14: What a bummer of a morning. Both an 8 am call and missed one of my favorite neighborhood dogs walking by. PiC assured me that he fulfilled the petting duties but that didn’t help my need to pet a dog!
I’ve spent the last few weeks cajoling my seeds to grow to mostly no avail. One intrepid cucumber seedling peeked through, and I hoped for more but hope was fading after more knowledgeable gardening friends said the seeds were probably all duds. Then two more cucumber seedlings peeked out! And one sugar snap pea, and today, two green bean plants!
Last week’s exercise was a real struggle, my fatigue isn’t the worst it ever was but it’s heavy enough that it’s messing with even my internal mental motivation. Usually, even if I physically don’t feel up to it, mentally I still want to try. It’s been hard to find even that bit of mental desire to try, or feel stronger.
Year 6, Day 15: The cost of rice at our local Asian market is up 20%. We’ve pulled out storage bins so we can store a bit more than we usually do in case the next problem after higher prices is shortages and then empty shelves. I don’t know how long that situation would last but we want to have some really basic staples on hand for the worst of it. I think back to my parents’ refugee days, when all they had to eat regularly was rice and fish sauce. Even I can’t imagine things getting that bad this year, boy do I hope I’m right, and they survived that for a year. We will find a way to manage.
JB asked what else we’ll stockpile and I’m not totally sure at the moment. Dry goods are easier. I’m making sure that we have necessities. They each have a next size up coat, shoes, and underwear. We need next size up socks. Smol Acrobat has a stash of next size up hand me downs. JB’s stash is mixed. I probably need to get half a dozen pants. They’re tearing out their knees at a slower rate than previous years so that’s a relief.
Year 6, Day 16: I’m putting in an order at Weee! for ingredients for two recipes and that led to 40 minutes of spreadsheeting the grocery prices we paid at the local Asian market in the past six months compared to Weee!’s pricing. It’s a mix. Many of the small items we’d get (coconut cream, rice flour) are more expensive locally. But I never happen across error pricing online. That only happens in person, if ever (just over 2 lbs of pork butt for just under $6).
Had to work til nearly midnight. We had a roofing person come by for an hour to make decisions, I had to hunt down COVID booster appointments for everyone to make sure we’re as immune protected as possible before summer sets in. I had to have a consultation call with someone in a completely different time zone. The FSA claims had to be submitted because our cashflow is quite borked from an unfortunate confluence of expenses and we need to weather this moment of the year where expenses outpace the cash on hand.
Year 6, Day 17: No dogs again this morning but a crow friend was on our driveway and scared off by the kids rushing outside. They weren’t rushing at the crow friend, they didn’t even notice them I’m sure, but I did and I waved to them on their perch across the street before I put down a few treats. They were in the watching mood so they saw the treats and once the kids and I cleared out of the immediate space, the crows came over to pick up their treats before flying off.
That was nice but wuuuff I’m feeling pretty overwhelmed. There are so many things that I need to do at work, both day to day and at higher levels, but my brain’s really not feeling up to the bigger things.
On the home front I’m also feeling this anxiety. Our GP and the pediatrician have both approved our boosters, we just need to get all our appointments set up. We also asked about their policy on measles titers and boosters, the PA will ask about our getting titers done to test for immunity so that we know what we’re dealing with. I’m having regrets – a lot of these things were meant to be done in April but the days got away from me so they’re all landing in May when things are always hectic. Next year, I will do better with our boosters – we’ll get them in April, if we still HAVE COVID vaccines. Sigh. That existential dread doesn’t help anything. I think it’s worse this week between the fatigue and having no time to do my usual political actions.
Oh. It’s not that. It’s that my surrogate parents truly believe that the Jan 6 insurrection was engineered by the FBI and I’m feeling physical pain and discomfort sitting with that knowledge. I suspected that they might be thinking along those lines, but having it confirmed – emotional and physical pain.
Year 6, Day 18: It’s possible, on the third hand, my overwhelm is simply because I’m overwhelmed. There’s too much to do, and only one me. PiC does a ton of heavy lifting but as always, there’s always so much to do. I took the time out for a massage today. Iit is always incredibly painful to reset my muscles, and then I’m exhausted after. I managed to wade through most of my work, wish all the moms happy early Mother’s Day, put together a chicken pot pie (I’d cooked all the components a couple weeks back and frozen them)(also it turns out my frozen pie crust needs to be out of the freezer for 5 hours, not 1.5, to be workable), water the plants, clean up, make nuoc mao in prep for making thit kho later, open a sack of soil and hill my potatoes without accidentally burying the baby green bean plants.
It sounds like I got a lot done but I didn’t to take my friend’s dog for a walk or play fetch, clean the shower, vacuum any part of the house, scrub the tile, submit another FSA claim, try on my new trousers with work blouses to make sure they’re worth keeping, or find a belt for the jeans I took for a test wear yesterday. I’m sure there’s another dozen things I’ve forgotten. The list is always neverending but it’s felt worse this week. Also the Okini coordinator contacted me about some bigger needs that came up and I need to put together an email update to past contributors for the April donations and for this appeal in case folks can pitch in for these.
That leads me to: it’s been hard feeling cashflow-broke. We can absorb most impacts but I impulsively gave enough to put us in the hole for a couple months. Oops. I had to halt all giving this month and borrow a significant amount of money from our emergency fund. I was commiserating with a friend that it’s very hard to want to spend on all the things and save all the money at the same time.
May 5, 2025
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 6, Day 7: I started making lists of consumables to stock up on a little bit. Who knows how long we’re going to be impacted by tariff related shipping failures.
I’ve wanted a deep freezer for years, but we’ve only now got room for one – if I’m willing to commit to it. Really a bad time to be waffly. My hesitation is the commitment is threefold: deep freezer, backup generator, and then the more trivial by comparison cost of filling it up. It doesn’t happen very often but if we have another 2-3 day outage, our one generator can’t keep everything going long enough to save the contents of the fridge and freezer and what’s the point of filling up a freezer and losing it all to an outage? But I hesitate. Even if I hadn’t just donated four figures worth of cash to so many people in need two months in a row, and had to cobble together a professional mini wardrobe, the costs of both a freezer and a generator would still be a solid hit. As it is, it’s a lot. We’re also circling back to the roof work. We got so busy earlier in the year, we never got that work started. That gave me time to save, thankfully, but this feels like the year of all the money going out the door while our investments are completely bonkers.
Year 6, Day 8: My psyche is still healing from the bruising on Friday. I can tell because my dreams have been especially weird and revolve a lot around people and betrayal. Getting booked for 6 meetings over the next two weeks also messes with my psyche. I hate meetings. I especially hate more than one meeting a week, that eats deeply into my solo working time and management time. All of them have a legit need, still doesn’t make them any more palatable.
Very annoyed I was too tired and busy this weekend to complete the Christmas presents book order for Independent bookstore weekend. Or day. Whichever it was, bookshop had their annual free shipping event and that might be the last one we get for a while. I may have to go browse our local bookstore which I love but I just can’t find the energy to try to make that happen.
Year 6, Day 9: The jeans arrived! While the nice soft sweaters I tried with them make me look odd and lumpy, I’ve finally sized up appropriately and have jeans that fit. I know I said this before, was it a few months ago?, but that fitting was so wrong. I’m up to an 8P, the 00P and 2P days are well in the back mirror. I’d clearly forgotten what it felt like to have jeans that fit right. Also I snagged a pair of cargo pants that also fit for $13. I’m assuming that this is the last of the new clothes I’ll buy for several years, barring business pants if I can find just one pair that fit. That should be enough for the level of business professional I’m willing to present. If nothing else, COVID, bearing 2 kids, and hitting 40 should have sufficiently aged my face so that I no longer look like a child and don’t need makeup and full professional attire to be taken seriously. Plus my “I’m too old for this shit” facial expression ought to carry me nicely.
Forced myself to do all the sets of pushups scheduled for one day today, then forced myself to work late. My brain and arms are floppy noodles.
Year 6, Day 10: We’re seeing a lot of this absolutely ridiculous “just farm / hunt your own food” stuff on Bluesky in response to the slashing of the FDA and food standards. A whole lot of people forget that today’s foods and other consumables are only what they say they are on the packaging because of regulations and inspections and all that, don’t they? And a whole lot more swallow TikTok or whatever trad wife nonsense is spouting the “homesteading is easy” line without a lick of sense. I tell you, if we had to farm, just us right now the way our home is, for survival, we’d starve. Even if I put real effort into it, if we had to do that on top of our normal lives, we’d never make it. Even if we had actual farmland, weather and weeds that don’t sprout, and pests and predators and insects could easily devastate whatever crops you grow before you managed to harvest anything! How about we don’t let go of the wonders of modern life with foods that are available year round even during the starving time, and foods that are what they say they are, and medications that are what they’re intended to be, and clean water and air? Good grief. All these ignorant hateful people romanticize a fake perfect past that never existed and we all have to suffer for it.
Year 6, Day 11: The flippin ants are back!! Argh!! I’ll have to add boric acid to the mix. It’s somewhere around here.
I was on edge most of the day and couldn’t figure out why until I realized that it was a week ago today that my staff’s parting gift was a knife in the back. Right. Even though that’s likely in the rearview, it’s still haunting me with the ghosts of “having to trust new bosses to know my integrity and back me up” which historically is a thing I don’t, and they didn’t, do. I spent the day, and the weekend, primed to defend myself against the boss and HR. Turns out my boss didn’t want to see the proof that I documented of all the ways I provided Benedict Arnold support, they just wanted to know if I was ok and to apologize that I went through that alone with HR, without them. That was deeply unsettling. I’m not ready to extend trust to them yet but apparently my reputation, and my dealings with them directly, were enough for them to know that I’d never do what Benedict claimed in their call to HR, and that I would have gone above and beyond for them like I do any of my team. It’s true, I just didn’t expect to be treated like it was true, or humanely, after HR.
April 28, 2025
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 5, Day 365: Had a heck of a pain flare up last night thanks to an unexpected hike on the weekend. I think the Celebrex might have helped around midnight. It’s harder to tell if it’s the medication because the pain got a lot worse before it got better. I also didn’t get full relief the way I did with other meds but it was enough to let me sleep without the horrible nausea side effects. If that’s really the med, I can accept that compromise.
I tried on a bunch of clothes today. Out of 6 blazers, none fit. The oversize “boyfriend” look will probably never work for me. Before, that long and large fit overwhelmed my slight frame. Now that I’m 30 lbs heavier, but still short, it overwhelms in a dumpy sort of way. Highlights the belly I’m not trying to showcase. Of the 12 shirts, only four may work. I need to try them on with appropriate pants now, though.
Year 6, Day 1: My emotional burnout is pretty fierce. We had a situation develop with a friend, they’re in crisis, and none of us knew to what extent they were struggling until this week. When some? most? all? of the truth came out, it hit me like a freight train. I had a near panic attack. The similarity to the way my parents variably hid developing bad situations from me until it was nearly impossible for any single person to fix, and then I had to fix it, whew. It was so clear that even I had a good idea of why I was shaking like a leaf. I turned to a more grounded friend who helped me through the responsibility spiral. It wasn’t my fault for not knowing what was going on before it got this bad, and it isn’t entirely on me to fix – I can’t. It’s too much for any single person. After texting a few friends who were closer, to the person and to the situation, thankfully they were able to let me know they had the first steps of handling the crisis in hand. I am taking a step back to assess what I can actually handle without mentally or physically crippling myself. It’s probably not a coincidence that my hands swelled up today shortly after the news came out, just like the good ole days!
Year 6, Day 2: In more trivial matters, I’ve been holding on to my jeans that are uncomfortably too small out of a silly stubbornness which means that I haven’t been wearing them at all for months, it’s too uncomfortable! Duh. I found a sale that brought the price down to less than $20 so I’m picking up a couple pairs in hopes that they’re the right size and that I’ll actually be able to wear them. The too small pairs will be put away for handing down. After finally adjusting my thinking on too small clothes, I’m starting to look forward to having pants that fit.
Year 6, Day 3: We’ve got package accords with a neighbor: when one of us travels, we ask the other to pick up any packages left at their door. Sometimes if we see strangers roaming the neighborhood, it’s not often but a pack of roughhousing teens we don’t recognize that have started displaying slightly questionable behaviors like wrestling in the middle of the street (it’s not a safe street for this), or worse, random adults going from house to house to house looking for someone without identifying themselves, we grab each other’s packages first and tell them later. I appreciate having this extra bit of caution and mutual community action on a small scale. They texted us this week to grab a package for their teen I’d seen it when cleaning the front yard and meant to ask if they were home or not. PiC popped over and picked up three.
Neighbor groaned: I only knew they bought one thing, I have no idea what the others are.
I guess we’ve reached that stage of teens ordering things without asking first. Obviously their parents seem fine with it, but it definitely got me wondering: in today’s society, when are parents letting their kids buy things on their own? Especially ordering online? I’m not sure where I am with it. I seem to recall buying some things on my own, self funded, when I was about 15, but I didn’t start ordering online til I was 17.5 and that was only because I needed to try to find books for college for better prices than the college bookstore. I’ve definitely not yet let JB experience online shopping.
Year 6, Day 4: What a completely shit day at work. I’m still decompressing from the choices people made today in a vain attempt to game a system for personal gain, at my expense. I can’t quite say it shakes my faith in humanity, first you have to have faith, but I am definitely regretting the months and months of care, compassion and flexibility. They outright lied, saying we had done nothing for their needs. The things we did do to be flexible for them? Well, they spun as retaliation. It’s absurd but our HR only cares about how things look and not how things are. Never mind that I have reams of documentation of the support, and their enthusiastic agreement with that support, in writing. That doesn’t matter to them. As far as they’re concerned, I screwed up on this person’s say-so. That stings. And the people who know me best and trust me implicitly are no longer in charge. I know where I made mistakes in the bureaucratic processes now, but they were not mistakes in the things that mattered. Anyway, my error is trivial compared to the shock of learning they had weaponized all of the work we put into supporting them to play the victim. I’m hurt, angry, and bitter. I’ve vented to friends and my therapist and shed really angry tears. I want to throw things. (My therapist is happy that I’m so openly angry and sad and hurt. Apparently, therapeutically, this is healthy.)
This will teach me to go the extra marathons for people. I wish them all the consequences they were happy to inflict on other people with their lies. Selfish bastards.