Buffalo got a White Christmas, bitches!We’re suppo

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Buffalo got a White Christmas, bitches!

We’re supposed to go over to Dude’s mom’s house a quarter mile away for Christmas things, starting around 9. “Uhhh,” she texted to say, “feel free to come… early?” and Dude was like “LOL why” and she said “Ulterior motive… the street plow dumped a bunch of snow at the end of my driveway and I’m trying but it’s really heavy.”

We’ve told her not to try to shift it, we’ll come prepared to shovel our way in. (She doesn’t own a snowblower because she has a neighbor who has faithfully cleared her driveway since she was widowed in ‘03 but he’s obviously busy today. She’s fairly hale but almost 70 and doesn’t have great hand strength and we’re like no… don’t shovel.)

Anyway my dude has just gone out to find out if our snowblower works, and I’m getting myself together to relieve him at that task in a bit. I don’t think it’s that much snow, it’s just very heavy and wet, which isn’t surprising.

The excitement is that it’s going to lake-effect all day, which is a fascinating meteorological phenomenon that in practical effect means “depending on the wind you may get several feet or a dusting and we’ve no way of predicting it at all until it’s happened already so good luck to you”. [summary: cold wind blows across un-frozen Great Lake, stealing its moisture and depositing it on the land as entirely unpredictable amounts of snow. you can see how there’s no way to predict how much of that is going to happen or exactly where it’s going to land.]

Anyway– Merry Christmas to anyone celebrating that, as appropriate to time zone, and Happy Friday to anyone who doesn’t, and I love everyone in this bar but will possibly be offline for Stuff most of the day and I appreciate everyone for thinking of me. (Your picture was not posted)

pepperandpals:If your family makes the holidays suck, congrats!...

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pepperandpals https://pepperandpals.com/post/168909436698/if-your-family-makes-the-holidays-suck-congrats :

If your family makes the holidays suck, congrats! You’ve been adopted by my birds. Your dad is a cockatiel and dinner is millet. (Your picture was not posted)

cephalopodvictorious:I’m getting annoyed with peop

last year, this year things are just in shipping boxes, mailed unwrapped because why tf not, i'm not going to see anyone in person, so they can just open the mail, and there's the gifts, that's plenty of packaging

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cephalopodvictorious https://cephalopodvictorious.tumblr.com/post/637603671171055616:

I’m getting annoyed with people’s misinformation about holiday recycling, but also part of my professional career is teaching people how to comply with local recycling laws, so I made this fun infographic for work (cropped to remove my job’s name)

Always check with your municipality to double check what they can and can’t take, because recycling varies from place to place, but this is applicable to NYC and most major cities (I double checked, I couldn’t find a city with different rules than this)

I’m a huge fan of homemade wrapping paper and reusable gift bags and fabric bags, because it’s just less mess to clean.

Wrapping paper (tape and all!) is recyclable, unless it’s metallic or wax coated. Cardboard toy packaging is still recyclable even if there’s still bits of plastic zip tie in it. Glossy cardboard and paper are recyclable.

Tissue paper is reusable, but not recyclable.

Remember that when we say “reduce, reuse, recycle” that’s a heirarchy! Make less waste, reuse what you can, and recycle what you can’t. That’s going to look different in every household, but hopefully this guide helps when you’re making your gift wrapping and cleanup choices. (Your picture was not posted)

well

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we didn’t get any lake effect snow today after all so i’m sort of… glad? but also sort of weirded out. i mean, that’s how it works, you never fucking know, but–

honestly it can just. not snow anymore for a bit, that’d be fine. i need to drive. (Your picture was not posted)

tiny house

personal, about the author, tw grief, grieving, being sad about dumb shit

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I have barely even wanted to admit this to myself but this is a journal, after all, and I write things down here that I want to work through by writing about them to think about them, so. Here follows a bunch of disorganized whiny bullshit, which, you’ve been warned.

One of the things I was hoping to do with my dad this coming year was to build a tiny house to replace the yurt. We’d begun discussing it this past year, of course, but what with the pandemic and all of the insane bullshit, it got sidelined, and it was fine because while normally I’m at risk of getting kicked out of the guestroom at the farm to make room for some out of town guest, that wasn’t going to happen this year, and in fact never did. So. It wasn’t important and didn’t matter. I’d got a set of blueprints, and Dad looked it over and was like “yes we’ll build that,” and moreover was like “Ah I have salvage windows that I can alter these plans to fit, no problem,” and was even like “I have a list of the lumber we’d need, I can go put in an order for that, and just get that so we can get started in the spring.” and like. I guess I’m glad he didn’t buy any lumber. ( cut for length )