Sarah A. Hoyt's Blog, page 146

Sorry if I scared anyone for not posting

Ended up coming to Colorado early. Access is so so, but I came down with something. (NOT URI; not the Koof.) Could be paint fume poisoning

I’m Alive. Sort of

Made it to Colorado. Connection isn’t bad right now. However I caught son’s stomach flu.

No, it’s not the koof. It is however pissing me off, because I’m not getting as much done as I should be.

Who Is To Decide?

This was almost a post about abortion and euthanasia, but then I decided I didn’t have the time/mental space/spoons to arbitrate the free for all that would open up. So, in a month or so. You have that to look forward to.

It is however a post about human life and humanity as a concept.

It is important.

I believe in Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, among the inalienable rights of humans. But the question, asked in a dirty little voice from a corner of my mind as I say th...

Bits and Pieces

I’m still home for another day. Going back this weekend, for …. reasons. Which makes it hard to get everything done by Wednesday, but we’re going to try.

Meanwhile well…. bits and pieces….

I don’t know if I’ll post next week. It depends on what the connection is like back there. It ranges from awful to impossible, though, so I’ll end up doing less, at any rate.

The accomplishments for this week seem pathetic, though I’m trying to rest, so…. it’s still probably too much.

Yesterday...

Just An FYI

Unfortunately it looks like the house won’t be ready and myself out of here till the 11th or 13th next month.

By that point my online presence will be dead, and my indie publishing nearly so. Sorry. I might also be depressive because I hate being away from my husband for so long. No, not hate, so much as I get a little more depressed every single day.

It is what it is. I have about five guest posts waiting, but the internet is so bad that anything online takes hours.

Meanwhile Barbarel...

Spoiled Children

When my kids were little, I often had the strangest of experiences, at least for someone who was raised as I was, in a place small enough that every adult felt entitled to laying down the law (sometimes resulting in their getting a correction from my mother, because what I was doing was approved of in the family, if not in the village) so that if you stepped a foot out of the true path, you were likely to find yourself at the vortex of a converging tornado of grandmothers.

Sometimes, most...

Still here

Busier than a one-armed paper hanger. More later.

Gentlemen

I was raised to be a gentleman.

And before any of you raises an eyebrow, no that had nothing to do with my sex or gender, or my pronouns or whatever.

My being a woman of …. odd disposition, I think my parents decided I’d never marry when I was around 3, maybe 4. (They weren’t entirely wrong for that place and time. Any of you women who want to hold forth on the unbearable patriarchy in the US, let’s find a quiet corner where I can slowly beat you to death with a wet sock. Because you h...

Disjointed Observations

Not that I could do a jointed observation right now, because I’m not even in Colorado, and I am allergic to the stuff anyway….

So, whatever we’re doing, it’s working, in the sense that we’re not falling into traps. Of course, perhaps what’s working is that our idiot opponents are really and truly idiotic.

I mean, seriously look at it, they have identical sunglasses….

I mean, seriously. They think they’re smart, so they keep imagining we have the IQ of paste. Sigh. These ...

Will do normal post soon

Sorry, guys, was driving all day yesterday, with no connectivity, and now we’re moving stuff around the new place.
More anon, though it could be tomorrow. You’ve been warned.