But first, and this does come into play later: on Friday evening I got a COVID shot, etc. at CVS, no fuss no muss, a historically normal drugstore experience. There was a time when I would have taken that for granted, but not anymore. Pity CVS is kind of a hike from my place, unlike the cursed Walgreen's.
On to yesterday afternoon. I had coffee with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dianala! Whom I hadn't seen since before the pandemic. She's one of my oldest friends in the Seattle area, and she's also the one who plugged me into MOO and thereby the kink community, LiveJournal and thereby Dreamwidth, etc. So you could say she's had an outsize influence on my life. She didn't work as hard at it as, say, cupcake_goth, but she administered some crucial course corrections at a few points in my life.
We're all living with the aftermath of the pandemic. Her two boys, now young men, have got the 'tism like whoa, and that's basically consumed her life since the pandemic started; the pandemic made it significantly harder. Her husbandlister, who I actually think is cool, seems to be fighting depression, and she recognizes that she needs to get out & be more social. I'll do what I can, natch, but neither clubbing nor kink nor bleepy goodness are her thing. There's art, though.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that we've grown in such different directions since the turn of the century – she was the self-styled Big Dyke On Campus back in the early '90s – but I confess to being a little sad about it.
It's funny how she & I have both given into do-gooder impulses: I mainly through Lambert House, and she by starting a non-profit that does micro-grants fast, which is often of the essence. I'm impressed.
Fun fact: the user pic I used was taken in the very early aughts inside what was thendianala's house.
I went to the Mercury briefly. I enjoyed the Valentine's Day decorations as onlyseelenschwester would do them, plus all the femmes femmed up more than usual. (J of A&J fame confirmed my suspicion.) But the COVID shot kicked my butt and I left early. I swung by Pony on the way to the train station; I didn't feel the music, but I did start feeling a sore ankle. That was Goddess telling me to go home already, which I did.
Oh: of course one of the Merc DJs played a song that I first heard at one ofdianala's parties. Kind of perfect, really.
Oh oh: the train to the north end announced itself as a 2 line train*! Hurrah! The automatic station announcements were for stations in Redmond, so the conductor had to get on the PA and give out the real ones for, you know, north Seattle. It is to laugh.
*For you out-of-towners, our light rail network isn't quite networked just yet: the two light rail lines are disconnected. The 1 line runs the length of Seattle and then some, and the 2 line stays on the east side of Lake Washington. That all changes on March 28th, though, when the world's only rail over a floating bridge opens to the public. They were testing things out yesterday. You know I'm psyched about this.
On to yesterday afternoon. I had coffee with
dianala! Whom I hadn't seen since before the pandemic. She's one of my oldest friends in the Seattle area, and she's also the one who plugged me into MOO and thereby the kink community, LiveJournal and thereby Dreamwidth, etc. So you could say she's had an outsize influence on my life. She didn't work as hard at it as, say, cupcake_goth, but she administered some crucial course corrections at a few points in my life.We're all living with the aftermath of the pandemic. Her two boys, now young men, have got the 'tism like whoa, and that's basically consumed her life since the pandemic started; the pandemic made it significantly harder. Her husband
lister, who I actually think is cool, seems to be fighting depression, and she recognizes that she needs to get out & be more social. I'll do what I can, natch, but neither clubbing nor kink nor bleepy goodness are her thing. There's art, though.I guess I shouldn't be surprised that we've grown in such different directions since the turn of the century – she was the self-styled Big Dyke On Campus back in the early '90s – but I confess to being a little sad about it.
It's funny how she & I have both given into do-gooder impulses: I mainly through Lambert House, and she by starting a non-profit that does micro-grants fast, which is often of the essence. I'm impressed.
Fun fact: the user pic I used was taken in the very early aughts inside what was then
dianala's house.I went to the Mercury briefly. I enjoyed the Valentine's Day decorations as only
seelenschwester would do them, plus all the femmes femmed up more than usual. (J of A&J fame confirmed my suspicion.) But the COVID shot kicked my butt and I left early. I swung by Pony on the way to the train station; I didn't feel the music, but I did start feeling a sore ankle. That was Goddess telling me to go home already, which I did.Oh: of course one of the Merc DJs played a song that I first heard at one of
dianala's parties. Kind of perfect, really.Oh oh: the train to the north end announced itself as a 2 line train*! Hurrah! The automatic station announcements were for stations in Redmond, so the conductor had to get on the PA and give out the real ones for, you know, north Seattle. It is to laugh.
*For you out-of-towners, our light rail network isn't quite networked just yet: the two light rail lines are disconnected. The 1 line runs the length of Seattle and then some, and the 2 line stays on the east side of Lake Washington. That all changes on March 28th, though, when the world's only rail over a floating bridge opens to the public. They were testing things out yesterday. You know I'm psyched about this.
