Sarah A. Hoyt's Blog, page 317

Expecting Someone Taller

There will be regular as sane as they get around here, posts next week, and a couple of guest posts, but this weekend I’m drowning. I was already running way behind on both work and house stuff, and then I lost a week to stupid doctor’s tricks.

I can’t write posts when my head is full of to-do lists.

There are stories I want to write for you guys, and will. But not today.

And all through this, I keep thinking of the way adults managed things when I was little and thinking “I expected to be mo...

Assorted Stuff

Some months ago, I posted my art here and one or more of you expressed interest in prints of this:

In the Mad Unpacking I recently came across a roll of prints, which I know has that. It might also have this one:And I’m fairly sure it has this one:

I’m also almost sure I can find the prints fairly easily (as in, I think they’re in the closet in my craft room, which I need to finish unpacking today.) If you’re interested in prints of those, email me at my first two initials last name at the...

Emergent

I guess I should start this with a health and doings report, like that Elizabethan woman’s diary. I bought it (It’s something something, the diary of an Elizabethan gentlewoman) because I was working the Shakespeare times, and I wanted a sense for how people lived day to day. In a less individualistic time there are very few autobiographies and those might not be representative. So I bought this book. And then I read half of it in disbelief and skimmed the rest.

I can’t remember who the woman...

Flavors of History – Alma Boykin

Flavors of History – Alma Boykin

In the beginning there was vanilla, and it was . . .

OK, correction. In the beginning there was olive oil on flat bread with goat cheese, better known as Herodotus. He really does deserve the title of the Father of History, in the sense that he did research, interviewed people who had traveled, and made clear what he knew to be fact, what he had been told was fact, and what he suspected was conjecture. As far as Western history goes, he is the first general...

Dear Evil Space Princess

Don’t even ask, but some of you have decided to send me questions. I find them amusing, so I will answer them.

Dear Evil Space Princess, {or Lackeys(or minions)} I would like to conquer my patch of the galaxy but I am not sure what to wear to a conquest? Any suggestions? Sincerely, Evil in Training.

Dear in Training:

If you are asking what you should personally wear, the normal attire for going on a war of conquest is black. Black makes you look intimidating, is slimming, and, as a useful sid...

Narratives

You know that whole “not of bread alone.” It is true. Man is not a creature of food and water, of enough oxygen and taking another breath.

Sure you can get humans to that state. It usuallya takes something like a prison camp, or the vast prison camp that are places like the former soviet union or present day North Korea. You can get humans to where they wake up every morning and their only goal is to live another day. They’ll betray anyone, break any law or taboo, eat anything, do anything to...

The Light And The Darkness — reprise

It occurred to me yesterday that my issues with accepting care and being taken care of are sort of a microcosmos of a societal thing.

I came out of the hospital to full Holiday swing around me (I’m not doing much swinging, since Robert brought me home halfway through an attempted grocery shopping trip and told me not to go out of sight of his father. Not sure yet what is wrong, but I definitely flagged halfway through the trip. Possibly because it was so cold and for whatever reason my blood...

Weirdness and Care

Yes, there will be vignettes later.

First, though, now that I’ve slept 12 hours or so, and I’m feeling more like myself, I’d like to present from my perspective the view of the last few days’ insanity.

First of all, it kept running through my mind “D*mn tedious waste of two days” in the voice of the A & E Pride and Prejudice mini-series character who refers to the Merryton Assembly as “D*mn tedious waste of an evening.”

You see, if I’d been alone when I collapsed in the shower (and according...

Home Now

Keeping this mostly blank, but wanted you guys to know I’m home, and I’m okay for now.

Still Not Dead

So, for the record, I’m still not dead.

While I did have some sort of a heart event, with continuing irregularities after, it is not in any way a “conventional heart attack.” Those are the good news.

The contributing factors to this debacle seem to be in no particular order: auto-immune paroxysm of some sort which made my breathing very ineffective, mineral imbalances (I seem to SHED potassium and sodium, aka why I can’t wear contact lenses) persistently low blood pressure and low heart rate....