Corner of Bourbon & Division

I have so much to write about that I feel a little overwhelmed. I know, I know, some people would really like to have my problems. I keep wondering if I should write about all of it at once and let future entries worry about themselves, or if I should try spacing things out a little bit. In the end I decided to start typing and let the chips fall where they may. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Migrating my entries to Dreamwidth and then posting from there has reminded me of the difficulties of crossposting from DW, which is why I stopped doing it to begin with. Not difficulties, per se. I guess "inconveniences" is a better term. All of my stuff is on LiveJournal: my tags, my photographs, and of course my icons. I've had a permanent LJ account since 2003, while my DW account is a free one, and I am not *quite* ready to pay for a service I'm not sure I'll be using on a regular basis. On DW I only have six icons or so, which does make it easier to pick one, but limits my selection considerably. I can always go change the icon manually on LJ afterward, of course, but it's an extra step that I hadn't taken into account. Not the end of the world, like I said, but nonetheless somewhat inconvenient. So I fervently hope that this is all a tempest in a teapot and that LJ will carry on as it has for many years, with glitches and outages here and there, but nonetheless steady.

I've tried to work out how to transfer my pictures, and haven't found a way. I suppose I'll have to do it manually at some point. I lost all my original icons during one of my many hard drive adventures (alas), but I can at least download what LJ kept, I suppose. I'll add that to my ever-growing to-do list.

Aside from my non-post yesterday, I've at least been doing okay with my "post once a day" resolution. So far, anyway. I never did come back with my feelings about Rogue One, but let me assure you, there are many. Many, many feelings. All of them sad. SPOILERS AHEAD: ( Spoilers behind the cut )
So there, those are my thoughts on the movie.

Tomorrow I have Meeting for Worship, and the plan is to hand in my letter of intent, requesting to become an official Member of the Meeting. Right now I'm an Attender only, but I had been planning on requesting membership last year. I didn't for a few reasons, and now seems like as good a time as any to pick up where I left off. I wrote an uncharacteristically (for me) short letter, mostly because I didn't know what to write, and I'll be giving it to the Clerk tomorrow, in order for my request to be brought to Meeting For Business, which is next week. If it has to wait for next month, so be it, but at least then it will be out of my hands. I am a little nervous about this, but I am trying to get my act together on a number of fronts, and this is one of them. 

Tomorrow I'm also leading First Day School. Since it's sort-of-kind-of the first Sunday of the month (not really, but we're pretending it is), it's Potluck Sunday, which means the children help prepare a dessert for potluck. Of course, anyone who's ever tried to cook or bake with children knows that this means the adult in charge has about ten times the amount of work to do, but the kids love it, and it means I don't have to come up with a curriculum-based activity for them. I'm still pretty shaky when it comes to being able to talk about religious/Quaker themes with the children, although we once had a really great (but accidental) conversation about Quaker themes in How To Train Your Dragon. Cooking or baking with the kids means the added complication of needing to meet a lot of specific dietary requirements: one child is gluten-free, and since it's a kids' activity I make sure that it's also nut-free, which suddenly reduces our possibilities by quite a wide margin. So far I've done apple "biscuits" (cutting apples into discs and decorating them), fruit skewers, and gluten-free Rice Krispie Squares.

I am honestly starting to run out of ideas, but tomorrow we'll be making "peanut butter" cookies using Wow Butter (it's soy-based and tastes pretty much exactly like peanut butter, which flummoxes me to this day), sugar, and an egg. Three ingredients, no gluten, no nuts. Any of the parents who object to egg or sugar can bite me, which is, admittedly, not a very Christian sentiment. ;) 

I have other thoughts, mostly about writing/not-writing, but perhaps I will indeed save those for the next post. Or never, depending on how chicken I'm feeling about writing about writing.

I wanted to say something about Carrie Fisher, and that was before I even knew about Debbie Reynolds' passing. One of my favourite stories about Carrie has been circulating around the internet ever since she passed, and I see no reason not to include it here, if only to have it for myself. She told this anecdote concerning the white dress she wore on the first day of filming:

George comes up to me the first day of filming and he takes one look at the dress and says, "You can't wear a bra under that dress."

So, I say, "Okay, I'll bite. Why?"

And he says, "Because... there's no underwear in space."

I promise you this is true, and he says it with such conviction, too! Like he had been to space and looked around and didn't see any bras or panties or briefs.

"What happens is, you go to space and become weightless. So far so good, right? But then your body expands but your bra doesn't—so you get strangled by your own bra."

Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit—so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled my own bra.

So in accordance with her own wishes, that is how I'm going to remember her death: not cardiac arrest, but drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.

It's my birthday!

Capricornucopia isn't until the end of the month, due to scheduling conflicts. I feel oddly un-birthdayish this year, in the same way I felt un-Christmasish as well. I think it was mainly the fact that there was no snow going into the holidays. I usually ride the holiday high right into my birthday, and that didn't happen this year.

On the plus side, I'm 37 years old today! It feels a little weird. Somehow, I never really pictured myself past the age of 35, so I'm now in that grey-foggy area of my life that I never thought about, and I'm not sure what to do with it. I'm currently torn between two courses of action, so that's not helping. I think once I've made a decision about it all, things will settle down. Overall, I'm really enjoying this period of my life, so no complaints.

I know I said something about resolutions in a previous post, and I may try to post those later today, if there's time. I have to take Sergent and Octavia to the vet (her for shots, him for bloodwork and such), and I'd like to take myself to see Star Wars afterward, if I can, as a birthday present to myself. We shall see. I haven't seen a movie in the theatres since I went to see Avengers back in... July? I think? Maybe it was August, I can't remember.