It hasn’t been the best of summers. Sometimes things get worse before they get better, and sometimes they just get worse. I never know which it is until after the situation is over. I tried a new probiotic pill to see if it would help heal up the embarrassing remaining symptoms that I was having– hopefully from the antibiotics I took to treat the colitis and not from the colitis. I couldn’t afford to have colitis any more. I don’t... Read more
The news is moving at a breakneck pace, so I just want to quickly write out a few more thoughts on the horrific events that took place in Pennsylvania on Saturday. First of all, my condolences go out to Mr. Comperatore’s family, and I will pray for the repose of his soul. I can’t imagine what they must be feeling right now. I’m also praying for the recovery of the other two injured persons and glad that, last I heard,... Read more
And we’re back to the races. I have a few more things to say about the horrific events over the weekend, and I will. I have another draft almost ready to go about the continued fallout from that disastrous debate that occurred a little more than two weeks ago, or twenty years if you’ve actually been trying to follow the news and comment on it. But the news is coming so thick and so fast, I need to comment briefly... Read more
I had another post for today: a political one, in fact. I’ll get around to that later. I just want to say that I am watching the news coming out of Pennsylvania with shock and horror. I am devastated that at least one person is dead. I’m very sad that it happened in a part of the state of Pennsylvania I know and love so much. Political violence is absolutely never the answer. We should condemn whoever did this,... Read more
I usually name the neighborhood stray cats after the feast day on which they first visit the garden, but Goretti came a few days late. I was outside, enjoying the breeze after a stifling few days, wishing it would rain again. This hasn’t been the best of summers. It’s far from the worst, as my longtime readers know. It’s peaceful. But it’s nearly four weeks since I’ve had a drive. Jimmy says the needed tester can be rented for... Read more
Hello folks, This is not a real post, it’s just my monthly blogkeeping post for organizing and telling you what I did when I wasn’t on Patheos. This month’s won’t be long, because I managed to do nothing except blog on Patheos, which is incredibly frustrating. I did do a collaboration with Skylight, and you should definitely read that and tell folks how much you like it in case they want to do a collaboration again, because I had... Read more
It’s not a good summer for the zucchini. It’s not a good summer for anything just now. It’s been unbearably hot, and it hasn’t rained nearly enough. My gut has been sick from the Augmentin I took to cure the other sick for the last three weeks: more than a month of sick all together. The car has been sick for three weeks. Jimmy will get to it just as soon as he has the time, so we can... Read more
The mother of the Baker Street Irregulars sent me a text. She texts me every day: a recipe for a dish made of mixed canned food, things I can’t eat due to my gluten sensitivity and PCOS. Sometimes she texts an obviously AI-generated image of a weird new snack, like Twix bars made with apple pie filling and a caramel coating instead of chocolate. Sometimes it’s a link to a news story about where to get free sneakers from... Read more
We got through the feast of Saint Maria Goretti, again. My longtime readers don’t need to be told my history of posts about Saint Maria Goretti. I insist every year that she was a beautiful, generous soul whose perseverance and forgiveness are a great example for us all, and that her hagiography has been exploited to shame rape victims in nasty ways. Being the victim of sexual violence is never impure. If Alessandro had succeeded in raping her and... Read more
I don’t think I’ve ever reviewed a video game before. I don’t think I’ve been so excited about a video game in more than a decade. You have to understand, I grew up with Cyan games. They were one of my autistic obsessions. I was a lonely girl, a girl with no proper diagnosis because high-masking autism in girls was not something the medical community knew about in the 90s. I was bullied in Catholic schools until I suffered... Read more
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