kaffy_r: Two elegant dancers (Dance)
Entertaining: the Art of Maintaining Spoons

We had a young friend over for supper tonight. He's a reporter I've known for a few years. He's very good at what he does, although I sometimes wonder if he fully realizes it. He is an immigrant, whose family came to the U.S. when he was fairly young, and he's worked through some challenges, and done so very well, in my opinion. He recently became an American citizen. 

I put together some slow-cooker beef bourguignon (well, it started that way, but I added a lot more than just red wine, plus vegetables that don't normally go into that dish), and an orange cake, put the place generally to rights, with Bob's help. I'd hoped to dust the living room, but Bob got the carpet vacuumed, and that made the place presentable. 

For a wonder, everything was ready when our friend got here. It's been some time (as in, a few years) since we've had him over. We truly are hermits; we have friends who we haven't interacted with for horribly long periods of time ... anyhow, last week I ran into him at a social event for people who work for one of the local online news outlets I do stringer work for. He was feeling fairly down for various reasons, and asked if I could give him a hug. Well, that did it for me; I had to have him over for supper. 

We had a really enjoyable time with him, for a couple of hours, and then I had to bring the evening to a close. The physical reason was because my back was starting to suggest that I should find some heat or ice as soon as possible. The mental and emotional reason was that I abruptly lost every one of my remaining spoons and I needed to be alone with Bob, STAT.

It happens to me, and to Bob. We still enjoy entertaining people, albeit not nearly as much as we used to, when we had a larger place, but it's always been tiring, and these days it's even more so. Entertaining people means you have to put your own best foot forward; you have to be on, in order to make sure your guests have a good time, to make sure you're listening to them, to make sure you're not talking too much at their expense, and so much more. And yes, you work hard to present yourself as an excellent host. 

It is fucking exhausting. It's fun, but only for a given amount of time. Once that last spoon is gone? It's time to beat a determined retreat. 

And that's what I'm about to do. Painkillers and heating pads, ho!

Dept. of Thanks

Friday, 31 December 2021 07:26 pm
kaffy_r: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
Goodbye, 2021

The night is getting older, and the old year is approaching senescence. Let us send it off with a champagne fueled coup de grace.

I look to the New Year for hope, and for love, and for laughs. I look to the New Year for challenges, for things to learn, for fears to overcome, for stories to tell.

I know that you will help me find some of those things in 2022.. I hope that I can provide at least some of those things to all of you.

Thank you for being in this old year with me. I look forward to spending the coming days with you.

May your New Year be all you want it to be whether spent quietly and happily alone or with those you love. May your glass be full of what you want to welcome it in. 




(Oh, and all the COVID worry took care of itself, with multiple negative tests, for those who saw my earlier post.)

Dept. of Listsicles

Sunday, 23 May 2021 06:07 pm
kaffy_r: The star poet from the SJ Adventures (Star poet)
Books and Music

Wow, another month in which I didn't do much posting. Or much writing of fiction, either fanfic or original fic. Or, you know, much of anything. (I did get a sentence or two done on the Who multiple crossover story, and I obsessively took out words and replaced them in the original fiction wip, which is, I suppose, just enough to convince the universe and myself that I'm still writing.) 

I did get some reading done, and hey, here are my thoughts: 

Book Reviews May Not Be To Your Liking )

Things that are in the TBR pile, White Fragility, still; since my appetite for non-fiction is iffy, and I don't want it to disappear. I'm also going to read Colson Whitehead's The Underground Railroad; and perhaps that will lead me back to White Fragility

In other news, we've entertained at home thrice, and enjoyed each time (all of us old farts, and all of us fully vaccinated. We also have a date on Memorial Day to visit with a young couple (well, comparatively young; they have teenage daughters, both of who are awesome) who got in touch with us. They are favorite people for both of us,  and are all fully vaccinated, so hurrah for seeing people - and the bottom half of their faces - in person again. Our good friend Dr. Gonzo and her husband Dr. Bob were our most recent guests, and Dr. Gonzo said it felt as if the previous year hadn't taken place, since it felt as if there had been no time between our last social visits. I understand what she meant, even though all of us agreed that the world has indeed changed. 

Finally, I've discovered a new musician, Beverly Glenn-Copeland. His stories are remarkable journeys* , and his music is lovely. The fact that he moved to Canada, and played piano for decades on Mr. Dress Up, and lives in New Brunswick, is extra fun. He's a Buddhist and I'm not, nor do I believe many of its core beliefs. I also have a bit of an allergy to some of the sorts of New Age woo-wooisms to which he subscribes - and yet his songs and music are good for my heart. Here's just one piece. 


* The them story says that he lived in my home province of Nova Scotia; but all the pieces I unearthed said he and his wife live next door in New Brunswick, albeit on thee NB/Nova Scotia border. 

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