High Point: Finding a Christmas gift for my mother.

Low Point: Getting to the thing at the Whitney and finding out there was NO FOOD. We were all bummed about that.

High Point: Bringing my kitty home from the vet, watching her seem to be bouncing back a little from her long illness.

Low Point: Hearing my phone ring at my desk at my job and just going NO. I can't take in another thing right now. Call back later.

High point: The fact that I managed to get my highlighting of notes completed and therefore WILL NOW FINALLY START putting together this presentation...that's due on Thursday.

Low point: Damn near crying for no reason after dinner. It wasn't a particularly stressful occasion, but I damn near lost it. Ugh.

High Point: I had a late funeral today, so I got to take the little girls to school and then come home and have breakfast and a nap before I had to go to work.

Low Point: We had a Mormon minister from Utah conducting the funeral and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming unglued when he started talking shit about the LGBT protests in Salt Lake City. What I wanted to say was, "When you campaign to deny basic civil rights to a people, you better be prepared to stand accountable for your cruelty." But I didn't. Because I have a business to run and nothing I said would change his mind. But my silence made me feel small and hypocritical.

High points: Knowing that Sadie's healing and that there are people like ColdChef in Louisiana.

High Point: Me and a buddy of mine are going to try to hold a LAN party, we've unofficially made plans. Then going home and playing Fallout 3.

Low Point: This morning, when I have my little "what the fuck am I doing with my life?" crisis after I get out of bed.

High point -- enjoying my Brand New Carpet! And my beyoo-tified apartment.

High and low points -- the SF protest re Prop 8. The scheduled march was short-ish, from 7th and Market to Dolores Park. And then at Dolores Park they had a friggin' DJ with dance music. And people were dancing, bopping up and down. Yes, I know, "if I can't dance I don't want to be in your revolution," but we just lost a Really Fucking Big Thing that may well not be fixable by the court. It's not a fucking dance party. It made me really angry.

About half the gathering marched back down Market Street (I was with that group). And it made the news. But the whole thing seemed to lack leadership and direction.

High Point: going walking in the Garden of the Gods before my crazy day started

Low Point: calling to confirm the hotel reservations that someone else made for me [for work stuff] and have them say "oh those have been canceled... no we don't know why" Had to scramble a little at 8 pm.

Upshot: I'm staying someplace else which is probably better but I still wonder what happened.

High Point: Dinner party went off without a hitch, giving me hope for the full blown party tomorrow.

Low Point: Partner really depressed about his life, his mother's death two years ago, and his father's loneliness. Not sure anymore how to make it better.

High: Two hour nap.

Low: My grandmother died.

High: Contemplating starting a band called "Enjoying My Brand-New Carpet"

Low: Realizing that unlike other Bethesda games, Fallout 3 actually ends.

I'm so sorry, rhapsodie. All my love to you and yours.

High: My new 60s vintage tomato-red coat and pretty dress with strawberries on and patent mary-janes and skinny jeans that actually look okay and spending three hours with my specs off while various highly-attractive people play wih my hair and fuss over me and having a grand old time being a shallow girly-girl.

Low: Jolted back to the real world.

I'm sorry rhapsodie. My condolences to your family - and hugs.

High point: finding out there's going to be a Denver meetup tonight! with Jessamyn!! *squeeeeeee!!*

Low point: eh, some minor boring shit between partners that I thought we were beyond by now.

(((rhapsodie)))

High point: day off after a crazy week

low point: my mortgage rate (fixed for the next five years) is now more expensive than my bank's standard variable rate. GAH!

High point: Going to the Kennedy Space Center for the first time since I was a tiny little kid.

Low point: Leaving the Kennedy Space Center.

After posting, I read the thread. Shit rhapsodie, I'm sorry to hear that. My sincerest condolences to you and your family.
(((((rhapsodie)))))

I am so sorry rhapsodie. Sincerely sorry.

High and Low - yoga class. High - I went! I did fine! Low - confirming that my weight is indeed creeping up, and realizing that even though I did fine, I can no longer at my advancing years just bop in and whip out a yoga class. It was hard. I need to practice. Catch one twice a month, I think would be good. While my flexibility is very good and my strength good, my balance is shot to hell. Old People Fall.

((((rhapsodie))))

Won what recent battles were fought/Santa's mom died on election day

Made myself quite well understood/tragic outcomes of grievous misunderstandings, none of them mine, but some people gots to pay (for once, it's not me)


There's been a lot of that recently, rhapsodie. Sorry you are one of the many. There's a lot of people there with you, and as sorry as i could be about that
You are in spectacular company.

(((rhapsodie)))

High point - ditto mudpuppie:

High points: Knowing that Sadie's healing and that there are people like ColdChef in Louisiana.

Low point - putting my arms around a crying loved one and accepting that there's simply nothing I can do to make things better for her... except, I suppose, putting my arms around her.

High point: Finally getting the xmas cakes made, and realizing that in spite of many many substitutions, they will be so very very yummy. (To my complete lack of surprise, a lot of anglo-type ingredients are not widely available here: dried currants? Stem ginger in syrup? Mixed spice? Nuh-uh. Luckily the recipe's pretty flexible, so I can wing it.)

Low point: Goddamned hell-cursed oven will not hold at 325F. According to its whimsical brain, 325=375, 300=250, 310=400, 325 now=350, etc, etc. Gahhhh!!!!!!! The recipe's flexible, but not that fucking flexible. It's going to be a serious hassle getting the thermostat replaced, and I'm just not up for that. Meanwhile, I have to check the damned temp every 10 minutes and hope for the best.

Hugs to rhapsodie and the mudpupster, nods to Elsa's wisdom. If the above is my low point, things are not so bad.

Sorry rhapsodie about your gramma. That's really tough, especially around the holidays.

Yay to Miko for Sadie being better. Glad you posted an update.

((((((((rhapsodie)))))))

High: My friend's party for her son's birthday. Got to see several old friends and yak for several hours.

Low: Bad dream led to bad feelings between Mr. V and I. We were able to talk through it (he's gotten so good at getting me to open up. I still need work on being able to do just that.) and it ended well.