December Days 02025 #30: Laughter
Dec. 30th, 2025 11:30 pm( 30: Laughter )
I had a fun afternoon going in to town with
angelofthenorth, who wanted to visit an art gallery and a catering supply store. It's so wonderful to watch her get excited about having her own place. At a contemplative time of year anyway, and around the five-year mark of my unfortunately-timed ending my own marriage, our lives continue to parallel each other in so many ways. She is her own person of course but I can't help but think of my own story at times like this, and it makes me very grateful for what has improved for me in the last five years, even as the wider world has left so much to be desired.
Akso I bought a much-needed can opener for our house too, and if I can join her on her sojourn to John Lewis to look at kitchen knives, I might well end up getting us a set too.
Tomorrow the plan is either to go to Buxton and have fun or to go to the Trafford Centre (big mall, probably the most USian-feeling place I've encountered here) for John Lewis (which is a department store).
angelofthenorth and I had planned to go to yoga this morning, but after a disrupted night I slept through my alarm and woke up to a text from her saying that she was going to get the 10:33 bus.
It was 10:28 at that point.
I texted back an explanation and canceled my booking.
Poor thing texted me again an hour later saying the instructor hadn't turned up -- he was listed in the app but not on the staff rota.
There have been all kinds of computer problems: when we went to the gym yesterday she mentioned to the staff that she couldn't book on to the yoga session this Friday without being asked to pay (it should be included in her membership). The person anticipated this problem before she got done explaining it and said a lot of people had encountered the same thing and they couldn't do anything about it there. Really annoying how our city council handed over so many leisure centers and libraries to a CIC that grew out of another council managing theirs; it means the in-person staff can't ever do anything if there's a problem like this or an issue like accessibility.
And while I have an email timestamped 10:28 canceling my booking, it's nestled in my inbox next to one also timestamped 10:28 saying I'm a no-show and I'm going to be charged £3. For a thing that starts at 11! I'm hoping that's just another computer fail too; it seems ridiculously unfair otherwise. I can't be bothered chasing it up now so if it isn't resolved in a few days I'll yell at them but here's hoping that unfucking the computers fixes this for me too.
In health news, i now have yet another additional skin diagnosis, autoimmune and well correlated with existing diagnosis. I also have a clear plan. Well, clearish. Will write up and get confirmation, because memory and the instructions on box differ.
Bruno has crystals in his urine which could explain what seems to be increased urination outside the box. Having a barrier pad on the couch paid off this morning. X-ray next to look for kidney stones.
Yesterday dawned with Gulf warmth and humidity and ended with an arctic blast that dropped the temperature 20°F degrees and the dew point 35°F over the afternoon into evening. I dunno, it seemed more abrupt as it was happening, but now doesn't seem that remarkable. The low passed over us at 13:37, with the dew point (an absolute measure of the humidity independent of air temp) at 60°F at 13:12 and 25°F at 19:17 and hitting 16°F at 7:22 this morning. Temperatures fell, too, with a high of 62.6°F at 13:07, 40.8°F at 19:17, and a low of 24.9°F also at 7:22 this morning.
Taking today off to go with Christine on a visit to her sister A's in Mayberry/Mount Airy, riding up with sister D. This is fraught for Christine in part with the concern about bathroom stops and anti-trans politics, and her health condition about which she is not wanting to make clear to her sisters. Instead, there is abundant worry about A's health and D's grief. And how A doesn't recognize D's grief. And D's anger over how their brother L's widow is being treated by brother L's kids (which is both objectively problematic treatment, but probably compounded by D by her recent widowhood). And A wanting to ignore that and not talk about it at Christmas.
I had tea with my sister last night when i went to pick up my new scripts, gave her a big hug, and told her how thankful i was for our relationship. I am so very very very lucky in my relationship with L and do not take it for granted. Brother N is on his own planet, which is more intense now that his sons are at college and his wife and daughter have moved back to the states. I feel sad for him on one hand, but on the other -- well, i suspect that his regrets are going to be more of a headache to for L & I to negotiate as Dad gets older and passes, and we have to deal with the "family" home (note N never lived there). But L: i feel lucky we are both honest, open, and compassionate with each other.
