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24 December 2015 @ 10:46 pm
oh lord we need miracles  
it's christmas eve, baltimore. i should not be so comfortable burning incense on the balcony in a camisole.


yesterday my niece visited. she wore her best tutu for me. she laid: sideways on the couch, longways on the couch, upside down on the couch. she stood on the couch. she jumped, jumped on the couch and two pairs of grown up hands shot out, touching not her but her parameters, defining the boundary, shaping her fortunately not utilized fall zone. see, her mother and me, we have been initiated into the dark world of injury. we are aware of the coffee table, aware of glass-cut corners, aware of the karlstad’s proclivity for self-induced cantilevers despite my placing non-slip cabinet liners underneath the seat cushions. there’s ideal circumstances, i mean, recommended substructures, non-slip shelf liners that stay non-slip even inside the karlstad? then there are the realities of our rarely vacuumed homestead, and then there’s the incense ash.

i brought out my toy cat in an effort to impress and/or distract niece. she cradled the toy cat, stroking its head. "what's her name," niece asked. niece cares not for how one has gendered their own toys. niece travels across town with a glittered pink tutu over her romper and a glitter filled rainbow wand. anything gendered anywhere is a girl. end of story. argue? don't even try. i told her the cat's name is 'patchouli' and niece did not appreciate this. "that's a boy's name," she informed me. "her name should be magenta or something."


later ben got home from work and we worked on christmas presents and continued along our current trajectory of cancer-related processing: yesterday, it was "ben and judy take turns spontaneously crying late into the night." we'd stop soldering or gluing and end up in the little hallway off the bathroom salt washing the other's t-shirt. then we'd get back to soldering and gluing. we couldn't exactly stop, you see, because we actually do our holiday celebration and gift exchange on christmas eve. one salty batch of presents, to be sure.
mood: magenta or something
music: the church - myrrh
growsgrows on December 25th, 2015 06:01 pm (UTC)
selva oscuraanonymousblack on December 26th, 2015 07:44 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous) on December 26th, 2015 03:13 am (UTC)
Thanks for the sweet glimpse into family life
I have a number of those nieces and nephews. I will suggest the tutu and see how that goes.
Are you on the gift exchange with the plumbers and steamfitters local with all the soldering and gluing?
My little ranch style doesn't sound nearly as charming and I know the neighbors would not appreciate the camisole out the back door even though it would be a welcome change from the threadbare boxers. Merry Christmas to us all
selva oscura: it's not special eitheranonymousblack on December 26th, 2015 08:29 pm (UTC)
it's not christmas until ben is sandblasting glass and soldering led light strips to one inappropriately utilized ikea product or another. this year he made light boxes of winter scenes out of ribba frames and glass frosted on both sides. i'd offer a picture, but i was too out of it to take any thursday and ben was kinda sick of looking at them. plus i'm supposed to forget those presents, as he hasn't had a chance to make mine.

i was punching circles, folding circles, and then gluing together hundreds of tiny folded circle tabs for these ornaments:


which look a lot less impressive as photographed by my phone. anyway, we make most of our presents these days. it's more sincere and also cost effective. supposedly. at least before you lock your keys in your still-running automobile on that week's fifth michael's run.

but if you're going to buy ANYTHING for the tutu crowd, this. obviously. fun for the kids! cathartic for parents and older siblings! and building important hand-eye co-ordination skills for all.

see, i've grave reservations about my own cami-worthiness these days, but pretty much anyone in town could wear one and not begin to compete with that guy who walks his pitbull dressed in nothing but long johns and a feather boa. baltimore, man. merry christmas.

Edited at 2015-12-26 08:47 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous) on December 27th, 2015 03:26 am (UTC)
I haven't been able to do much but wander the house mumbling frozen Elsa Olaf after seeing your Christmas recommendation
As far as the long johns gent you better hope he doesn't find the two other kings and dogs and you really will have an ephiphany
selva oscuraanonymousblack on December 27th, 2015 07:36 pm (UTC)
thing is, were i niece's age? totally would've been down with the whole frozen thing. SANTA MUST BRING ME THE SWEET FIRES OF ELSA PORTABLE CAMPING STOVE COMPLETE WITH GASSY SVEN REFILLABLE PROPANE TANKS THIS CHRISTMAS OR TO SOME WEIRD KEVIN MURPHY RIFFED HELLSCAPE WITH HIM. it's a decent movie with two decent female heroes as opposed to disney's tradition of offering the one chick who sings a lot in between repeated falls down abandoned well shafts.

but i get why mom & pop would eventually want to throw bowling balls at it. especially a week into winter break. i was certainly ready to finish off that little mermaid back in the day, but dude, she earned it.

a true baltimore nativity. just replace the manger with a soldered mass of natty boh cans.

Edited at 2015-12-27 10:07 pm (UTC)
Mary: eggshellsegg_shell on December 27th, 2015 01:07 pm (UTC)
Hoping the best for you in the coming year. A year of miracles.

I love those ornaments!
selva oscura: [ben] miriamanonymousblack on December 27th, 2015 06:13 pm (UTC)
thank you! they were pretty easy to make, just a bit tedious. i found this tutorial and modified it slightly so that i could use my circle punch instead of having to trace and cut circles.

hoping for that for you, too, lady. thank you so much for the good thoughts. this has been a rough week to be sure.
Nevarranevarra on December 29th, 2015 03:44 pm (UTC)
I'm thinking of you....often and sending much love and all sorts of healing/good mojo/peaceful vibes. Any news yet?
selva oscuraanonymousblack on December 29th, 2015 05:33 pm (UTC)
nope. we're still inside the low estimate of seven business days (like, it's been three). not real sure how i feel about getting news back this time, b. sort of going into a mild paralysis every time the phone rings.