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Casual Life Update:

Remember that cat my grandparents stole a few months ago? His name is Dos. Because he was part of a litter of 4 kittens. So they were named Uno, Dos, Tres, and Kevin, because the neighbors couldn't remember Quatro.

Grandma calls him Do-si-do and he follows her around when she takes care of her chickens.

I've been thinking about my farmer grandparents a lot lately, about the people they knew and the lives they've lived. About how American culture has changed so much in their lifetimes. About how Grandma had to leave her schooling to help support her family after her mother died of cancer. About how teachers would often lock my Grandfather out of their classrooms when he was excused for religious services and they'd humiliate him in front of his peers before letting him back in.

About how a lot of people - especially in these Internet spaces - see them now, as old farm folk, and dismiss them as uneducated. As stereotypes and caricatures to be derided. Without a word to them, people will assume them to be of no use, to be able to contribute nothing of value by their experiences, and capable of no grand thoughts.

It's a bitter taste to recognize, hypocrisy.

I think about how my Grandma insists that everyone should write at least one book in their lifetime. She has books of short stories, books of poems, books of essays, books of local recipes collected by the women's societies in the area. So many of them are self-published and freely given to her by her friends and family. I love that she can pick each one up and tell me about the author and how she, and I by way of her, is connected to this person whose thoughts are inked on cheap paper.

She has her own book almost ready to go. It's full of little poems and daily devotions, letters to people who are no longer around to receive them. It scares me, because she had been in my life for so very long and I do not want to trust her to my faulty, frail memory.

my teacher didn’t come for class today so we had a free period and my friend and i tried that every few minutes switch canvases thing with leftover scrap paper from math class

and let’s be honest we had no idea wtf we were drawing half the time but i think we did pretty good :D

said friend also drew on my arm :)))

tis bob da long leggs

and timmy jr jr jr

(yes, timmy looks like a weird chilli thing with eyes and a witch’s warty nose.

yes, that is the exact phrasing i described how timmy looked to my friend after they were done vandalising my arm.

no, my arm was not a willing participant

and yes bob has a unibrow. my friend went crazy laughing over it.)

(let’s be honest we had no idea what we were doing the whole time)

new blunt rotation, i mean outfit rotation just rolled in:

we got the knee-length jorts, ratty braided leather belt, oversized white t shirt that reads “wicked fish” with vintage looking trout art, and a sleeveless denim vest. oh and my docs bc they make me seem taller.

(my therapist said she liked my outfit)

yes i’m in my western hyperfixation era, and no i cannot see an end in sight.

this whole “never repeat outfits” shit is not working for me. i get attached to one oversized sweater and that’s all you’ll see me in for a week