Sitting here in The Mothership’s room…
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Quantity | Item | 7/5/25 Price |
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12 oz | Nestle Toll House Semi Sweet Chocolate Chips | $4.99 |
17 fl oz | Private Selection Avocado Oil | $9.29 |
20 oz | Seattle's Best 6th Ave Bistro Dark Roast Ground Coffee | $12.49 |
1 qt | Kroger 2% Reduced Fat Milk | $2.29 |
12 ct | Kroger Medium White Eggs | $1.99 |
18 ct | Vital Farms Pasture-Raised Large Eggs | $8.99 |
32 oz | Kroger Wild Caught Pacific Cod Fillets Frozen BIG DEAL! | $14.99 |
1 lb | Perdue Boneless Skinless Chicken Breasts | $9.46 |
1 lb | Black Seedless Grapes | $6.58 |
1 ea | Fresh Banana | $1.24 |
1 pt | Fresh Blueberries | $3.99 |
1 lb | Fresh Strawberries | $2.79 |
1 ea | Medium Avocado | $1.25 |
Total: | $80.34 |
However, I am doing things and getting out of the house more. My therapist says that this is a good thing.
I saw George and Brad Takei. That was special. They expressed their sympathies and George told me that Peter will always live in his heart. Then Friday I went in and saw the children’s author Sachiko Kashiwaba who wrote “The Village beyond the Mist” which is one of the books that inspired “Spirited Away”. Then Saturday I had lunch with a friend and then marched as an advocate in the Lesbian parade.
Today is paperwork day. All the calls and paperwork that gets stacked up from Friday and the weekend.
I am taking care of myself which is also good. The only thing I must remind myself is to eat. I’m not hungry. Thirsty yea, hungry no. I do eat at least two meals a day.
I am still working on puppets and keeping up with the house.
It’s bits and pieces but they are healing bits and pieces.
I am still in paperwork hell and will be probably for a couple of years. I don’t understand why filling a will is such hell. I own the estate. I am the executer of the will. But it must wind its way through the court. I am guessing two years and that is both a long and short time.
The house is in puppet mode which means I have fur, fabric, and other puppet making supplies everywhere. I plan a clean-up for tomorrow after I get back from work. The truck has moved to Tuesday, so my early morning workday has moved and gone to once every two weeks rather than once a week.
Got conventions coming up. I will be at Shoreleave, GalaxyCon Raleigh, IL Who and DragonCon. There might be one or two later in the autumn like NYCC but that is not a solid yet. Please feel free to say “Hi” I love meeting people and I love meeting Peter’s fans.
Now off for another round of sewing and laundry.
I am grateful for that which makes me feel better.
Two days after Christmas he was born. Flawless and beautiful. All was calm; all was bright.
Two days after that, his parents and big sister brought him home. He looked like Papaw. Maybe it was just the bald head, but he sure was cute in that red plaid zip-up onesie that made him look like a miniature, hairless mountain man with big eyes and tiny, pink feet.
Two weeks later he looked like his mom, especially when he turned his head to one side and blinked during “Tummy-time.” He also had het chunky little forearms; “Popeye arms”, as we used to say.
At two months he was holding his head up and looking around. He liked the feel of a kitty brushing up against his skin and the warm, comfortable feeling in his belly after a six-ounce bottle of “baby drink.” Time both crept slowly during those sleep-interrupted days and nights but also flew by in a blur of diapers, baths, well-baby checkups and outfit changes.
Today he is two-and-a-half. How did he go from rolling and army crawling across the carpet to mastering playground climbers and slides? How did he go from coos and gurgles to “I wanna pah-sick-o, peeze” as he leads me to the freezer door? He doesn’t toddle; he struts. He sports his Bass Pro Shops ball cap and his little camo Crocs like his dad wears, but still wants night kisses and his stuffed dog and bull dozer blanket for sleeps. He loves his orange “ba-kee-ball” and dancing to Jimmy Buffet’s Volcano song.
When he sees me he says, “Hey broh!” and gigges. He’s a funny little man.
My youngest grandchild is growing up fast. We are building memories and taking photos and videos to preserve all the moments. He may be the last baby in the (immediate) family for a long time, but for now he is still our cuddle-bug-buddy-boy with big blue eyes and a bowl haircut. If he falls down and cries, I console him. When he’s learning his colors, I celebrate him. If he needs a random hug, I embrace him.
I love this kid!