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A pocket full of Kryptonite

I haven't updated in a long while - mostly because too much crazy shit has been going on to even know where to start. Over the past two weeks I've coached people's relationships that included gay clerics in training, ex-boyfriends, and girls juggling three or more men - and probably collected more reasons why staying out of counseling is a good idea than I ever really needed.

On a less frightening but interesting front, Tuesday this week saw the strike that was meant to, eh, bring the government to its knees, I suppose. Public transport, schools, postal service and who knows what else were out of service protesting the severely messed up social politics of the current government. Well, I suppose 40 years of mostly stable and mostly reasonable administrations put the unions right out of practice in the strike department, and everyone was left rather unimpressed.

These strike days are interesting because I never normally acknowledge the extent to which public transport is present at all times in the city. Having borrowed a scooter (image lovingly borrowed from this site via Google image search) from friends because my bike was still out of commission, I spent the day shuttling around in mostly quiet streets that seemed postapocalyptic in their lack of traffic congestion. By the end of the day, I had covered some 10, 15 miles on that thing in monstrous heat, but damn, scooters are fun. I need one. Donations are welcome. >;)

Other things

A while back I wrote about my father’s health problems, and I’ve been worrying ever since. No more – after undergoing angiography earlier this week, Dad has officially been pronounced in good health. He has of course been encouraged to eat more healthily and exercise more, but I imagine his partner will suffer more helping him comply with these recommendations than he will.

My septum has apparently healed nicely after the initial unpleasantness, and is up for the aftercare appointment with Gerald sometime this coming week. It looks great so far and seems a lot straighter than I initially thought, though I won’t be able to tell before I actually get to put some visible metal in it for the first time. Expect squeals of delight later this week no matter how it turns out.

I’m also officially a threat to unsuspecting pedestrians and road users in this city once again - my bike is finally back on the road. It’s so silly how excited I am about that, but my old Marin is one of the best (and definitely the cheapest) stress relief agents around, and in 90+F weather, it certainly does more for my sanity than public transport.

Finally, I read through the entire archives of the Queen of Wands webcomic tonight. Stop by there sometime, it’s pretty spiffy.

posted by Godiva at 6:37 PM