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My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
i love how adding stromae to anything automatically makes it better
This evening was the end of summer choir and I cried on my way home. My sensitive ass.
This year I tried the classical choir for the first time. I learned how to sing The Blue Bird by Charles Villiers Stanford. The song hits me in the grief and forlorn feels.
Our conductor had us stand apart from our sections, I ended up with a tenor and bass and there were only two other sopranos in the entire choir tonight. They were away from me, I couldn't rely on them to match pitch.
It's intimidating being separated, it forced me to trust my own voice and push through. I did great though. The gents praised and thanked me for hitting every note and being where I needed to be so they could be where they needed to be.
Next year I am challenging myself to be courageous and volunteer to do solos!
You’d think that once you finally get long term access to a cat and your yearning to have cat access is fulfilled that you’d become slightly less obsessed with seeing people’s cats but no if anything it gets worse
Fina is projecting. Oh my God. At least Marta tells her things before taking action. *Eyerolls*
I am having lovely flashbacks to my days working in radiography where I developed insomnia and narcolepsy.
Here I am wide awake for no reason yet again, listening to the rolling thunder. I am about to haul my ass out of bed and go to work super early.
Sarah Bowman, Cat Among the Cushions
The sudden urge to start running in your forties is no joke. In the last two days I've had the urge to start running. The feeling appears in my body like how it feels in a dream when I'm about to start flying. Euphoric and inevitable.
I've been rebuilding my endurance by cycling, it won't be long until I'm jogging.
Is this the aging cells manufacturing plants in the body flagging a major turning point where they're signalling this is the last chance to increase their output to grant longevity before final death?
I've developed a sixth sense while sleeping: knowing when my dog needs to go peepees/poopoos while I'm fast asleep.
Suddenly this heavy feeling is felt in my brain and body, then I wake up and look over to see the silhouette of my dog sitting stock-still in the dark, staring at me intensely from the side of the bed.
"Peepees? Poopoos?"
She'll shake her head excitedly, jingling her collar in approval, then run a circle straight to the door as if she can't get out of the house fast enough.
She responds only to the one action she actually has to do! If she doesn't respond to "peepees," I ask "poopoos?"
My doggy: wanting comfort during a thunderstorm, jumps into bed for cuddles.
The lightning and thunder worsen: "Everybody to the basement!" All four of us: two kitties, doggy, and I retreated to the basement. Just in case my tree gets struck and falls on my house, I'd rather us be downstairs if that were to ever happen.
Also, it's quieter in the basement so it is a more relaxing place to shelter.
Twenty minutes later however, with a big flash- bang, it was like a bomb went off! Nessie jumped and paced nervously, I laid on my cot thinking if we were upstairs when it happened my soul would have left my body lol.
I had to pet and soothe my big fur baby "It's okay!"
Something around my house acted as a lightning rod.
Ewww. Finally found continued ancestral connection on the one paternal side that mysteriously stopped upon arrival at Canada.
We know where we came from but up until 15 years ago, we didn't know the ugly lore behind it. I think the lineage was cut off for a reason, grandpa kept it quiet until we reunited as a family in 2011. With a twinkle in his eye it looked like he was proud serving his generational duty, divulging stark but important family history (I believe it was extremely important to him as he kept it so close to his heart, nobody knew until that day. It is also extremely important for us to be informed.)
Unfortunately I now know the name of the rat bastard that bought my fourth great grandmother at a market.
And we wouldn't be alive without her.
nasa trying to eat the moon
Operation Pac Man is a go
The struggle: One hour before the 24 hr day is over and I haven't rode my bike. I'm doing the 31 Day Great Cycle Challenge.
I had a very busy short work week, I rode every day since last Saturday.
It's okay to not do the thing. I have to work tomorrow anyway, and I know I'll ride strong tomorrow and Sunday.
I already rode 132km of my 250km goal in six days. Lol. (I'll probably surpass the 250km by next week and have to boost my goal)
I want to stand here and breathe this in so deep