Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: February 2022

  • T-Minus Three Weeks

    There should be clouds of daffodils this month. I put out at least 60 bulbs, and this time they’re surrounded by tiny subterranean chicken wire cages. Hah HA you voles and squirrels. I love the daffodills so much, you would think I’d put out snowdrops and crocuses too, but no. Maybe next year. Definitely next…

  • Seriously, Quit Changing the Rules

    I was supposed to get vaccine shot #4 five months after my third, so on January 17. But I delayed my fourth booster to get past the omicron surge. When I get it Super Bowl Sunday I will be one month behind. Right? But no. As of last Saturday the CDC said, “Move that fourth…

  • Dentist 2022

    I’m quite happy with my decision to delay my dental visit. Omicron is trending down now on the graphs. (No one I know died this week, but a vaccinated coworker went out sans mask and lived to regret it.) Gary kept his appointment, but he had a little debate with the dentist about his level…

  • Big Snow

    The Olympics just started, and every country will soon unite to tweet the same reactions to a ski wipeout or a big hockey win. I do love global events.* We just got past a big national event here in the U.S.: a big national snowstorm. It’s so odd that my brother in Albuquerque was in…

  • Okay, I Am Really Getting the Extra Vaccine this Time, Start the Clock, Honest.

    Gary has been infuriating me by insisting the environment in which I get the vaccine will be perfectly safe, and even more infuriating, that at his advanced age of 68 he is just as immune-compromised as I am. I just sent him this: Seriously, dude. I have Facts and Charts. Also, it is pitiful my…

  • Weekly Paint Progress: 2/3

    This week the daisies went from this: … to this: Muddy. It’s getting muddy. And the highlights and bottom edge of the green metal pitcher are off now. Not good, except for the table, which is great.

  • Rewriting the Novel: Alliteration

    I’m in editing mode now. Like today, I started with:Five minutes later I was sitting at the crowded cafe counter, elated that I finally had something to say. Tighten that up, I thought, and I got: Two minutes later I was at the crowded cafe counter, finally with something to say. That was not an…

  • Come Together

    Go listen to the Beatles’ Come Together and tell me if you hear the words Amazon hears. I don’t mean simple misinterpretations, such as how I hear: “Hold you in his arms, yeah you can feel his disease” … when it’s supposedly “Hold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease.” No, I mean…