Passing Strange At Present @Chimaera000@octodon.social

Death paperwork, probate. Two days to print right. OH went through & flagged the signature spots, two versions. 2 as trustee, 9 as self. And we caught LOTS of typos. OH scanned all 28 finished pages for my records. Son will Overnight originals tomorrow.

Takes a damned village.

A broadside & 4 chapbooks from @thehedgepress@twitter.com Gorgeous work. Highly recommended. Words are very important, but people who can design works that fully express the beauty & strength of the words? That's rare.

OH made dinner. Black bean soup with an Azure dried veg mix, yogurt, cornmeal pancakes, & salad. Very good & not at all spicy, for which my digestive system is profoundly grateful.

encounters trespassers (it's PRIVATE LAND, clearly marked, fenced, people just cut fence & come it constantly). He smiles, greets them, checks they know they're trespassing, then genially explains why that's a problem. Until their eyes glaze over. "Death by interpretation" he sez

OH has been working with a landscape class in our neighboring conservation lands. Students inform him, he is their favorite stakeholder.

He's had several come over to the house for additional background talks & tours.

When he does maintenance work on site, he ALWAYS

Hey, anybody in the PNW who likes small boats, in the market? We're selling the 470 (from 1970s but VERY well maintained) and brokering the Mud Peep for a friend.

Both NIFTY boats. Lemme know if you're interested.

Shampoo improved the tail a bit, still really hard to get down to the skin, but lots of dirt gone. But Someone still feels the need to support the vast butt by half-sitting on the poor fence. Interesting things happening elsewhere, apparently.

Yesterday I changed the linens, laundered a set, vacuumed the bedroom, took out the trash, uncluttered a bit, and made dinner. No wonder I was so tired.

Today I renewed my driver's license & got replacement stickers for trailer. Go, me.

Husband hung out with his dad, dad asked about me, OH said I'd been having a lot of anxiety issues lately. Dad stared, then said, "tell her I started having anxiety attacks a couple of years ago, & it's terrible, & I'm sorry." That was nice.

Panic attack, brain not cooperating. So I finally asked husband to read the instructions, go through the docs, & literally flag where I need to sign AND which sig. Yes, I have Post-it flags on hand just because of endless death paperwork. He said he would. Then I sign. Overnite.

Printing completed. Turns out there are THREE docs: 2 pgs, 9 pgs, & 17 pgs.

And I'm supposed to sign two different ways, depending on whether I am an heir or a trustee.

I need 20 mins with no paperwork thoughts, then I will attempt to proceed.

Sign, rescan, email back too.

borked the pilot project completely. Yes, they are more stable now. Yes, you can pay to get programs that you can manipulate. I still hate PDFs. Witness the time I just spent ranting instead of DEALING with the PDFs. (Not lost on me that I dreamt of my parents avec paperwork.)

the hell is necessary which means interpreting multiple page numbers and working with PDFs.

I hate PDFs. I have always hated PDFs. Fought against them as a storage format for theses, and, guess what? Adobe immediately came out with a new version, NOT backwards compatible, which

More death paperwork arrived the other day. I try to turn it around as fast as possible. In this case, the printer produced some of the 9-pg doc & some of the 5-pg doc & I've been getting error messages from the printer daily so I guess I need to wade back in & figure out what

He has the bamboo field, off to the right. He is standing very close to me & sadly nibbling the grass of the main field to let me know he'd rather be in there today.

Life is hard.

Minor spa day. His tail was itchy, so it got shampooed. It's very thick, hard to brush, hard to get down to the skin over the tailbone. Did my best.