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Dec. 2nd, 2022 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotesseI read Zen Cho's book "Black Water Sister," and liked it very much. And experienced a lot of feelings about my own grandmother, the spiritualist, who I'd give anything to have back again to talk to.
Watched "Fiddler on the Roof" with A. He'd never seen it. What a beautifully structured work. Still makes me cry, after all this time. I played Chava in a school production when I was 13.
Lots of complicated nostalgia/homesickness emotions of late. Thinking about past loves. Reflecting on the lingering entanglement of my remote, difficult place, and how it's connected to my life and choices. Proofread a wingshooting book project, partnering w my folks' company, written by an old client of theirs who was around a lot when I was growing up. Conservative, gentlemanly. White. Familiar. Sometimes I feel like an exile, other times like an escapee.
Many of my elders are struggling with health declines this season. My father had a mini-stroke, and realized that he needs to get his blood pressure back to safe levels. He told my sister and I that it reminded him of taking acid. And others in the chosen family system have had scares and struggles. We've never gone to that little local hospital so many times in a sixmonth.
I made such a good run at my Vorkosigan WIP, and then life hit me between the eyes, and work, and I lost my momentum.
This is an unfocused little ramble of a post. I'm trying to write more in my own voice.
Watched "Fiddler on the Roof" with A. He'd never seen it. What a beautifully structured work. Still makes me cry, after all this time. I played Chava in a school production when I was 13.
Lots of complicated nostalgia/homesickness emotions of late. Thinking about past loves. Reflecting on the lingering entanglement of my remote, difficult place, and how it's connected to my life and choices. Proofread a wingshooting book project, partnering w my folks' company, written by an old client of theirs who was around a lot when I was growing up. Conservative, gentlemanly. White. Familiar. Sometimes I feel like an exile, other times like an escapee.
Many of my elders are struggling with health declines this season. My father had a mini-stroke, and realized that he needs to get his blood pressure back to safe levels. He told my sister and I that it reminded him of taking acid. And others in the chosen family system have had scares and struggles. We've never gone to that little local hospital so many times in a sixmonth.
I made such a good run at my Vorkosigan WIP, and then life hit me between the eyes, and work, and I lost my momentum.
This is an unfocused little ramble of a post. I'm trying to write more in my own voice.