Komrade Kitten Komander
I pieced together today a thing I’ve been chewing on for a while – that the only thing I have valued in clothes is their suitability as armor, both social and physical. It’s part of the reason I need 4 layers and have a default set of equipment that can protect me in situations from urban to wilderness against foes from governments to temperatures. But probably I don’t need armor for daily life, or at least not armor for all situations. I could likely walk the dog without fearing I might need to flee the country and sleep rough a couple of nights on the way.
I went to the dentist today to have a cavity filled. But the dentist doing it decided it was unnecessary after I got there, so I guess I’m not*. I’m not super happy with my dental practice since it was sold. It’s a pain to find someone new. I’m gonna do it though, for my March appointment, because unnecessary dental work is worth avoiding. And I don’t want to be pitched any more cosmetic orthodontia. The whole place was better when half of it was a comic book store.
Got compliments on my nails for the first time, from two separate people within an hour of each other. I don’t care if anyone notices but to date I’ve only had negative interactions about my nails with the public. So it’s nice to have a couple in the other direction to help keep me from believing that I’m hurting people (or myself) simply by being noticeable.
Shanda and I got closer to agreement about how recent days have been shaped, and about what shape we wanted future ones to be. Relieved some of the tension from last night. Found a way for her to share some support toward my challenges even while she is busy this weekend, which is a sort of care I have rarely recieved in my life. Talked about how she could use her privilege and experience to fight both her own anxiety and society at the same time.
Talked with DerbyK about expectations of failure and the stress of waiting to be disappointed. About how it’s easy to withdraw from certain types of support at just the times they might be most useful, and about the pain of enforcing boundaries.
Washed dog. Which mostly means I held him still while we sprayed 11 gallons of water into his fur, which will now take 4 to 6 weeks to dry. Rev is very soft but he has so much fur in this bottom layer and we live in Seattle so he’s basically never completely dry. Also we discovered that Melissa took our hair dryer without saying anything, so we’re unexpectedly underequiped for serious fur maintenance.
More homework submissions. These [fig 1] are new to the household of the submitter, which seems like a lot of fun, at least until they become cats. And the same person recently built this [vid 1], which I think looks pretty sleek. They think it’s shoddy but I recognize the denial of project coolness when other people do it, even if I’m convinced that my own projects are broken down carnaval ride levels of disappointing.
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*Instead I got a haircut and beard trim. Went extra short now that it’s winter and the clouds will protect me from the daystar – in the summer I need like 10 mm minimum to prevent sunburn. Found out my beard is very white if you trim it down to like 4 mm.
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