Went on a walk down Springwater Corridor. Went all the way down to Johnson Creek Blvd, got on the line 75, got off at SE Furat Court and walked home from there. I had only two returnables at the point before Furat Court, but as soon as I turned onto Sherrett Street, I spotted three boxes of sparkling water on a recycling bin, which were full of 24 returnable cans. I love it when things like that are nice and wrapped up for my comfort and ease like that.

So, $2.60 altogether. Very convenient.

This afternoon, I went to see Glitch, a co-production between the local Rabble Theatre and the University of Reading, which is coming to the end of its national tour. It's the story of Pam, a Berkshire subpostmaster caught up in the Horizon computer issues, resulting in weird, unexplainable shortfalls. Like other subpostmasters facing similar issues, she feels alone but is determined to fight it. Unlike many others, she was never prosecuted although she lost her post office, because her bookkeeping showed the Horizon numbers were incorrect. Not that the Post Office admitted that. So going to see it after seeing the ITV drama, and reading about the public inquiry, it was a familiar story, but it still managed to hit hard with the feelings and anguish.

Today is mostly sunny and mild.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a few sparrows and house finches.

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 4/11/26 -- We went out to a Small Business Fest today.  We spent about 3 1/2 hours there, a lot longer than expected, but it was four or five times the size I expected and really awesome.  :D  But now my nose is pink from the sun and my legs feel like they're about to fall off, so that limits my yardening potential for the day.

On the way into town, we saw two turkey vultures visiting the remains of a possum at the edge of the yard.

EDIT 4/11/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.





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Jesus is risen! Let us sing!
Praise to the ever living King!
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Ficlets: all original fiction, probably a PG rating, if that. Anything over 100 words will also be posted at AO3. (This was meant to be my last post, but I've filled a few more prompts.)

Sorceress’s Apprentice, Original fic, OCs, 79 words. Written for the prompt ‘any, any, sorceress's apprentice’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.

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Where the trees breathe and the water remembers, Original fic, OC, 116 words. Written for the prompt ‘any, any, where the trees breathe and the water remembers’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.

Trigger warning: passing reference to the Covid-19 pandemic.

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More than a reflection, Original fic, OCs, 84 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, any, I’m more than a reflection on you’ [sic] at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.

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After breakfast, we got on the bus to the museum at San Sabba, the rice factory that served as a concentration camp in WWII. As expected, it was quite harrowing, especially walking into the middle square where the Nazis had torched the crematorium before fleeing. The hole where the chimney had been ripped out has a small plaque and flower vase in front of it. I am not at all superstitious. However, the feeling you get walking in from the entrance is one of tremendously bad juju. The dank cells with the wooden doors and too-small bunks may be the only physical remains of the instruments of torment, but the walls are permeated with it. We did not take any photos. We read through all the exhibition materials in the museum. Keiki insisted we leave a donation to ensure all is preserved so no one forgets.

Our bus ride back to town was quiet, and at the end of the journey we walked to a gelateria. Everyone practiced ordering in Italian. We must have done reasonably well as the server smiled at us a great deal and our single scoop cones wobbled under the weight of gelato piled in.

Much of the rest of the day was spent walking, punctuated by stops for refreshments and a bit of shopping. We visited the Cattedrale di San Giusto Martire (photos in a separate post), and we watched the sunset from the harbour’s edge.



Random garden with large wisteria vines in full flower.



The drive leading up to the castle.



WWI monument.



Aperol, crisps and beer. Very acceptable.



Triestian sunset.

Dreamed, just a bit ago, that I had somehow gotten access to a new kind of travel. Well, new to me, and it doesn't exist here. It was basically a flying chair. You know, a hover chair? And I managed to not only get on it, but also accidentally set the test flight to somewhere on the other side of the country. And let's just say I wasn't dressed for the trip; if I hadn't also managed to ground the thing early and take it back to cancel the flight, I would probably have died of hypothermia on that trip.

Probably not something we want to be inventing over here. The tech sounds dangerous. Also, how do you prevent getting sucked into a jet engine when you're at altitude?

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Title: Medovina
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Radek/Rodney
Tags: Drabble, Alcohol
Rating: G
Word count: 100

Summary: Radek cradles the bottle with care and reverence.

Author notes: Spring defiance from under the crushing forces of capitalism = a drabble a day in April. This one for verdande_mi who wanted something for SGA and remembered that I was fond of Zelenka.

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1. What was the last book you read (or are currently reading)?
currently reading Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlansky.

2. What was the last movie you watched?
the paramount movie channel on pluto tv has patriot game often, so probably that.

3. What television series are you currently watching?
a mix of things on pluto tv; games shows, star trek (tos, tng, ds9, voy. they don't have ent right now) ask this old house, & this old house.

4. What are some of your favorite blogs or communities online?
other than DW & LJ, i don't read blogs.

5. What social media do you belong to and check often?
DW & LJ mostly. some reddit things (r//thriftstorehauls & r/dumpsterdiving).


other answers over here.

I finished 2 more ornament gifts for friends.

Previously I needlepointed the owl design and finished it with ecru cording for the edge. This time I did brown cording and I also tried out long stitch to make the feathers look more feathery.

Owl!


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Edit: fuck, I forgot to include Smallville! Uh, vote for that as the last option I guess.

1. Results will be non-binding

2. I will not watch anything starring anybody who then went on to perform in the God's Not Dead franchise. This isn't even about their abhorrent beliefs, it's about their apparently low artistic standards. I only am barely including Xena on this list because we can just skip crossover episodes. Please do let me know if I accidentally listed a Big Mistake in that regard

Neo-Confucians managed to get Korean royal hunting locked down in the 15th century. Very unsuitable business. Brought the king into contact with all sorts of non-courtiers.

Silver bullets were less popular for dealing with demonic beings such as werewolves than stealing lead from the church roof and melting that down into bullets.

The last monarch in Great Britain to withhold asset to a law was Queen Anne, in 1708, for the Scottish Militia Bill. What happened was that her ministers changed their mind about it and asked her to do that.

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Did you grow up regularly playing board games (either with your family, or in other contexts)? Do you feel that this affected the prominence (or lack of prominence) of board games in your later life?

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Butterfly - 1.4 Pohang

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Title: Manual Labour
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Shetland
Pairing: Jimmy/Duncan
Tags: Drabble, Gardens/Gardening
Rating: G
Word count: 100

Summary: “What are you doing?”

Author notes: Spring defiance from under the crushing forces of capitalism = a drabble a day in April. This one for verdande_mi who wanted something for Shetland.

Manual Labour on AO3

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