MJ

@marinajade.bsky.social

Getting older and trying to be a good person in Toronto. Quiet pursuits are my thing but I can give you a run for your money in Tears of the Kingdom. Simplicity, massage therapist, ace, childless cat lady.

"I'd never noticed before that we all tended to sit in the same chairs in each other's houses -- staying in character again, I supposed. A lot of adult life consists of staying in character, even when you no longer want to." John Lanchester, Look What You Made Me Do

The classic burger shack in my home town re-opened after a long hiatus. It's one of two places I can walk to easily when I visit my mother in her facility so we can have something besides the inevitable Swiss Chalet delivery. BUT learned the new owner's a racist, conspiracy-loving nutjob so... nope.

"The problem with our parents' generation isn't that they're always trying to tell us what to do, but that they are always and permanently all about themselves. Was there ever a generation so self-centred and so focused on the validity of their own perspective? So oblivious and narcissistic?" ⬇️

"Find the 5 words from your birth year that perfectly describe YOUR vibe" ⬇️ www.merriam-webster.com/time-traveler/ -convenience store -biohazard -midlife crisis -slow-walk -soft rock Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways, it's still rock'n'roll to me.

Not really improving but one shot landed on another, so maybe getting more consistent?! (Nah, total fluke.) I'd forgotten how disappointing it is to visit a large park early on a Monday. Garbage absolutely everywhere after the weekend.

A bright yellow disc golf disc lies half on top of a white one in the grass. The yellow one is branded Aviar. I heard they're good but not sure I'm experienced enough to feel a difference.

"As she watched there was a sudden rift overhead, and for a moment through the tattered clouds the sun raced like a wizened orange. It shed a soft, diffused light, dim and yellow as if it were the light from the lamp reaching out through the open door." Sinclair Ross, "The Lamp at Noon"