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  1. yesterday: 1. received this lovely gift of quinoa lemon poppy seed loaf, mini love letter, heart-shaped pouch filled with my fave teas and chocolate from my beloved

    2. Sr. Dev. who is normally serious is pictured having a blast playing Jenga at my Fediverse Club meeting yesterday

    today: 3. passed by this art piece in Burnaby called Public (Glass) commissioned in 2025

    4. had best homemade garlic pickles (in the jar), a bowl of spicy tofu with green and chili peppers with tomatoes, and a bowl of rice with pan fried potatoes for lunch. Yes, it is a lot of carbs but i need it coz i walked 16,000 steps yesterday and 13,000 today :)

    #PurrEssence #BlissCheckin #3goodthings #unexpectedgifts #colouredglass

  2. The amazing @doctormo modded me into Stardew Valley! :gay_alice_shades:

    This is awesome! I'm so excited! 😁

    I've offered to write all the dialogue for NPC-Alice if they want to turn it into a public mod others can use.

    #Gratitude #UnexpectedGifts #StardewValley #Modding

  3. So some boxes filled with dry ice and goodies from my sister arrived just now. Who knew that #HarryandDavid even sold shark coochie. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤣🦈. #SillyTypos #unexpectedGifts

  4. CW: CW: #dementia #comics #mom

    #journalcomics #comicsjournaling #memory #MemoryCare #unexpectedgifts #disabledartist #patreon #family #graphicmemoir #relationships #parents #sketches #familydynamics #RoleReversal

    This is a bit of comics journaling about visiting my Mom recently. It's just something I drew for myself, with no particular thought to sharing it. But I know a lot of you are slowly losing parents to dementia, or already have, so I'm posting it here for those of you who can relate.
    I wrote more about the challenges, & also the unexpected *gifts* of dementia here, if you're interested:
    patreon.com/posts/are-you-my-c
    I can't help but think of the book "Are You My Mother?" when my Mom asks if I'm her daughter. Here we are, she and I, navigating yet another role-reversal. But that dynamic is familiar territory for us.
    If you can't read my handwriting, I've transcribed all of it in the image description below.
    ❤️