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Friend to all cats and most spiders. she/her | Philadelphian in Upstate NY | 💀 http://fatalizm.net 👁️ ✒️Writing queer modern folklore: monsters in love. talking animals. bee magic. the origin of domestic cats in the Americas. nightmare traipsing. 🕷️

I have an endlessly shuffling screensaver of various art museum collections on my TV and occasionally the universe employs it as commentary on my inner turmoil and I don't think the universe is cute. 😤

A cropped version of Bartolomé Esteban Murillo's 1670 painting Mujeres en la ventana (Women at a Window) of two women looking very amused at whatever they've caught you doing.

Great news! Horace has gained weight since his previous vet appointments and he's looking healthier for real and not just in my hopeful imagination. Will get test results later today or tomorrow to confirm but I am so relieved. Stress levels immediately down by like 15%.

These hydrangeas we planted two years ago bloomed this unexpected bright magenta-y purple this year. Some of them are darker, almost like a red wine color. I swear they were a much paler pink last year, but I'm into it. I hope they get huge and cover the whole back section of the yard. 🤞

A large, bright purpley-pink hydrangea bloom.

Today I hung out on a cool houseboat my uncle's friend built himself. We had homemade jam and mocktails with syrup from their blackberry harvest. (Zo lekker!) Then coffee with other friends at the now mostly empty house. It's been good to chill after so much organizing and cleaning.

Approx four million gorgeous teapots in my uncle's home and this wretched thing was his daily driver. (He did use the cool ones for company, at least.) New rule: Use your nice things yourself.

Lime green ceramic teapot with THEE across the front in a basic serif font, sitting on a star shaped warmer with a tea light candle. I hate it.

Holy shit there are thousands of books in the little apartment next to the garage. In a dozen languages, about languages, the history of languages, learning Dutch, German, English, Spanish, Japanese... and I'm not through a quarter of them. What do I do with them all?

Was awake for over 24 hours and tried to reset by staying up until this time zone's normal bedtime for, like, kids at least, but then was thwarted by the world's loudest mosquito three hours ago. It is 6am. The mosquito is tireless and insatiable and has my respect.

I'm helping my mom clean & pack up my Uncle Fred's house in the Netherlands. I'm gonna make a thread of things that make me smile even though this is rough. First up: photos. There are thousands of photos & slides from decades of travels and good times.

Three color photos on a wooden tabletop of my Uncle Fred looking cool as hell in the 70s. He is a white man with long dark hair and black framed glasses, and some hip fashions, like a dark suit and a leather jacket.Black and white photo of my uncle Fred smiling at the camera resting his head on his hand, leaning on a table. He is shirtless and wearing a watch.Black and white 1970s photo of my uncle Andy smiling at a table holding a cigarette and wearing a robe looking very suave and a bit like a movie star.B/w 60s photo of my uncle Fred and his bestie. She's in a long hippie dress and he's in bells with a cool jacket. They're leaving a hotel during one of their many adventures.

My city contracted a service to trim the trees encroaching on power lines. Yes, sure, do that without destroying them, thank you. But can we also bring in an arborist to do something about the blight that has spread across the local trees and caused a premature Autumn leaf fall in August?