Kidding, maybe? It's been a week since I sat down and said this week would be the week I get it back together and maintain the entertainment. Don't get me wrong, I did think about this newsletter on several occasions this week, and pondered several topics. I almost started writing one of them, but said to myself, "No, no, save that for when you're really lost." So, here we are, a few sentences in, and I'm already rambling.
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I think, if I'm not mistaken or misinformed, there are a lot of things happening right now. (Obviously, there are always a lot of things going on all the time, such is the way of the wondrous conscious experience that is, at best, uncomfortable.) Things like a Chinese New Year on the 17th, and apparently, Saturn left and is now returning? Something Saturn just... does every 29.5 years. (Thanks, Jaymie & Google) I don't understand all the hubbub, even though I am a consumer of woo woo bullshit. Regardless, things are happening, and it's always nice to have something to lean on for structure.
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OH! Although a good portion of you might already know, I will say it again because it remains true and important, and I think if I didn't mention it here, she might actually mean the shade she throws. Mae Mae and I had our 8th anniversary on Saturday. I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that I've been a dog owner for 8 years. It's not been easy, and I've had loads of help, but I couldn't be more grateful. She cries in the car, incessantly, yet somehow has been on 16 flights, including a few layovers, trains, and buses, without ever making a fuss. She's aware of when she needs to cooperate, I suppose, and that's good enough. Good enough does not mean it's not annoying as shit, because apparently, when it's cold and dark, and I say it's time to go inside, it is much more important to pretend that she can see the squirrels that must be in the tree because she saw them there earlier. Really, though, she's the best. You can ask around.
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I decided to cut fabric for another shirt today, using a pattern I've used twice before and didn't particularly care for, but I'm trying a few different approaches, and the third time is the charm, right? I also sat at the makeshift jewelry bench I put together in my basement for a good bit of time today, making jump rings for a chain, and also sawing into my knuckle. My hands are marred, I've got scars and weird nerve damage, all because I like to do things with my hands. Not just things like checking the sharpness of my mandolin the hard way, or making the smart decision to pit an avocado with a pairing knife after several double shots of tequila, not to mention the time I was stocking a beer cooler and my finger got bit by the metal blades of the fan.. now we've moved onto sawing them with the jeweler's saw. Excellent. (If you think I'm bragging a bit, I am.) I also enjoy using my hands to type these newsletters, design and sew garments, more carefully make jewelry, cook without ingesting alcohol, and plenty of other things that I'm too lazy to list, but you get the idea. I love the stories that my hands hold evidence of. It's a nice reminder of some of the life I've lived so far.
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I'm going to start wrapping this up now, as my partner just arrived home from running a restaurant for the past 5 days amidst the biggest shit show day(s) of the year, and I'd rather spend some precious moments with him. Not that you're not important, too, you are, truly, but you're not here right now, and for some of you, it would be weird if you were.
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I hope you love yourself first.
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