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End of Year Reflection: Go Fuck Yourself, 2017

I feel like I’m saying that a lot these days. Every New Year’s I turn to the past year and scream BURN IN HELL YOU ASSHOLE and then turn to the next year like it’s going to be better. And then it’s not. Or it is in some ways, but worse in other ways. Anyway, this year is no exception. 2017 was long and hard and yet surprisingly short, and while I’m glad it’s over I also want to hit Pause for a few days because I am so not ready for 2018, y’all.

Adult Saga / dispatches from the loony bin / Life with Mr. Katje / etc.

Discouragement

It’s been a while since I’ve written. We got a new tire for my car. Or rather, we got 5 new tires for my car and one of them turned out to work. The first time Mr Katje went to the scrap yard he got a deal on 4 tires for 200 bucks off a 2000 Dodge Caravan — ie, my exact car. They didn’t fit. I don’t fucking know WHY, they just didn’t fit. They should have. SAME CAR. That night included Mr Katje lying on the ground looking at this tire he couldn’t get onto my car

Adult Saga / Wolf Pack Life

Thoughts I had while walking the dog yesterday

While driving up to the mountain: please don’t jump out the window at those rabbits please don’t jump out the window at those rabbits please don’t jump out the window GOOD BOY While walking up the mountain: it’s DECEMBER WHY IS IT SO WARM Where’d he go? Oh there he is. Mountain for first dog walk since before broken leg = bad choice. Why did I decide to veil? There are zero other humans here and it feels like I wrapped my head in a basting bag. Benches. Benches would be amazing. Why don’t trails have benches? It would

Wolf Pack Life

Praying for Wellness for Wolffy

You know what’s terrifying? Hearing that your mom “might have cancer again” 6 months out from your wedding. Putting it that way seems selfish, I guess, but I’m not trying to say that I care more about my wedding than I do my mom. I’m saying that having my wedding being so close puts things in starker perspective than the first time I heard my mom had cancer. The first time I heard my mom had cancer, my radar was clear of any major life events that I wanted her to be part of — so the bone-deep terror

Photos / Tales of My Travels / Wolf Pack Life

I was supposed to be travelling today

But I slept until 3pm, so that did not happen. (Too late to catch a ferry and actually make it home today.)

I don’t have much to write about today, and I’m very tired with packing up the car. So here’s another picture of my dog, being cute. (He’s upset, because he knows I’m leaving, so he’s curling up on my bed and looking cute in an effort to make me stay.)

Big bed wolf!
Behold, the big bed wolf!

The Borderlands Saga / The Third Age / Wolf Pack Life

Blood, Gravy, and my Cill shift

It’s been an interesting week. By interesting I usually mean in the curse sense of the word, May you live in interesting times, etc etc etc life has been kind of sucky. But whatever. If you’re going to say anything about me or my mom, you have to admit we bounce back. Things break and we pick up the pieces and soldier on. Last night a lot of things broke. Literally. We were sitting outside to eat dinner, as we have for a few nights since getting the pavilion back up on the concrete back porch. It had been

Wolf Pack Life

Wolffy and the Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad, No Good Birthday Week

With apologies to Judith Viorst. Last night, after midnight so really this morning, I discovered something terrible. There is malware on two of my sites. This malware redirects you to porn or something else if you try to visit the mobile version of the site. It has no affect on the desktop versions that I can see, but use an iPad or phone to access the website and you’re going to get porn. Or taxi services. Or something. This site is not one of the affected sites. The affected sites are, of course, my mom’s site and my publishing