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I should've written this two weeks ago. I had a huge crying blowout with A*, not long after I posted my last post here. I more-or-less spewed that rant at him, particularly the part where I said that it hurt to know he didn't believe in climate change. He was... bewildered, to put it mildly. And he stopped me in my tracks by pointing out that he had never heard my arguments on climate change... because we have an agreement in our marriage that we do not discuss politics.

I felt a little stupid at that point.

So then I said, I would like to tell you why I believe in climate change & why it's the major driver of my voting decisions. But in the interest of fairness, is there a single topic that you think I'm misunderstanding that you would want to explain to me? And he said, I'm not trying to change you.

I felt a little horrible at that point.

We do have an agreement - no politics. He's abiding by it & I'm not. He knows I don't share his views & he loves me anyway. Why am I struggling so much to embrace that same attitude?
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My self-image is that I am a rational person. I consider myself intelligent, well-educated, & curious. When I need to make a decision, I gather information (considering the source's expertise & bias & trying to find as many opinions & lines of evidence as possible), I look to history for information on previous, similar situations, & I try to identify my blind spots (cultural cluelessness, my own biases, areas of knowledge where I have zero experience or understanding). I draw a conclusion, but then I try to remain open to changing my mind, if I am presented with more input. BY NO MEANS do I consider myself a perfectly rational decision-maker, no one is. But I think my methods have given me a fairly decent algorithm by which to discern fact from fiction, to predict effects from causes, & to navigate the world.

But now, I am living in a world where facts are... whatever someone chooses to believe, I guess. Or rather, facts are whatever are being promoted as facts in a person's particular social niche, media bubble, or information silo. If you are a progressive, blue, Democratic-leaning voter in the USA, then facts include:

  • The election system in the US is not perfect, but it is generally secure & correctly reporting the will of the voters.
  • Sexual orientation & gender identity are complicated processes, & cannot be simplified to "conform to the norms of the majority or be considered evil".
  • Human activity is contributing to global climate change, primarily via the release of carbon dioxide & methane to the atmosphere.
  • Etc. etc. etc. It's boring to list them all. They even made signs to put in your yard that displayed an abbreviated list of "progressive facts".

But my point is that I believe these statements to be true because I have reviewed evidence that I find credible supporting these assertions, & I have not encountered much evidence that disproves them.

But if my method is solid, & I'm actually following it, then why did I have a conversation last week with A* that went like this?

Me: Can you give me one thing to look forward to from the next Trump Administration?
A*: Improved economic conditions.
Me: How will that be achieved? Through tariffs?
A*: No, I don't really understand how the tariffs are supposed to work.
Me: How then?
A*: Through energy independence.
Me: Even though the US is already the world's top producer of oil & natural gas...?

But instead of trying to argue, I sat quietly for a few minutes, thinking through my response to this reasoning. (Side note: it took an immense amount of effort to NOT argue based on what I consider facts.) I realized that I would never support the Trump Administration's approach to "energy independence", which (without a doubt) will be to promote increased extraction of & reliance on fossil fuels. So then I asked:

Me: Do you believe that human industrial activities contribute to global climate change?
A*: I don't know.

And there you have it. A* is an intelligent person. He worked in journalism for more than three decades. He's certainly seen the arguments regarding human impacts on the atmosphere & the consequences, but he doesn't believe the data that seems so irrefutable to me. But because he doesn't believe in the connection between releasing carbon dioxide & methane & dangerous changes to the global climate, he isn't going to worry about supporting an "energy independence" policy that will increase the burning of fossil fuels.

This realization has sent me spiraling. We had a near-fight earlier this year when I asked A* if he thought Haitian immigrants were eating dogs & cats in Springfield, Ohio & he also said he didn't know. How can he not know? How does he determine what is true & what is false?

But on climate change, it hurts more. I am literally a professional environmental scientist. While the global climate is not my specific area of expertise, I am knowledgable enough to have a pretty good grasp on the data & the arguments. But apparently, my husband doesn't believe me when I say that data models have predicted for DECADES that continued release of carbon dioxide & methane into the atmosphere is going to have horrible consequences for humanity (well, for the entire planet), & that so far, real-world observations either confirm the predictions made by modeling or suggest that they were too conservative & things are actually getting worse more quickly than predicted.

So, does A* believe anything I say? Does he think my career is just some big joke? What is he thinking when I prattle away about my models of natural attenuation of dissolved-phase contaminants in groundwater? Does he want to pat me on my head & tell me to just go back to the kitchen & stop worrying my pretty head? Poor deluded little girl, thinks she knows something about how the world works! It's cute!

I don't know how to live in a world where - it's not even a world where we don't agree on facts, but a world where we don't even agree on how to determine whether something is true or false. I don't know how to talk to people. I don't know how to process any incoming information or answer any questions. There's doesn't seem to be a point to doing those things anyway, because how are you supposed to decide what you should be doing, if you don't know what's true?

In this mindset, the mental obliteration promised by a long, hard drinking session sounds really good. So do other forms of annihilation. I'm not there, but it's been a long time since those things seemed so tempting.
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Alan & I had an amazing date night last night. It was an Apology Date Night, because on Tuesday I invited my parents over for dinner & apparently didn't remember to tell Alan - until about an hour before they showed up. -100 Wife Points at least.

So I took him out for a fancy dinner at Eureka Station on Notorious Blair Street in Silverton. Every single thing we ate or drank was delicious.

Dinner menu at Eureka Station in Silverton


Our waitress was a gem! She caught us up on all the local gossip, including a recent controversy in town when a long-time resident named Nancy Brockman died, was buried in the historic Silverton cemetery - & had a red UK-style phone booth installed as her grave marker. That settled our after-dinner plans! We headed up to the cemetery to check out the phone booth. Indeed, we could see the phone booth on the cemetery hillside above town from our dinner table. The red color really does catch the eye!

British telephone box installed as a grave marker


We wandered around the cemetery for a while, reading gravestones until it was too dark to see. The burials feature a high proportion of younger men, many immigrants, many killed in the mines.

1 of 2 Cornish brothers killed by mine work in SilvertonTombstone with Welsh writing in the Silverton cemetery2 of 2 Cornish brothers killed by mine work in Silverton


It was a beautiful night & a truly peaceful place. Not a bad spot to choose for your eternal rest.

Giant conifer towering over a family plot in the Silverton cemetery


We drove home & let the dogs out when we arrived, walking with them down to the end of the driveway. There was no moon & very clear skies, so I took one last photo - the Milky Way over our house.

Milky Way over our house


It was a very good evening.

June 2023.

Jun. 1st, 2023 10:19 am
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This is the big month. I'm having friends & family descend upon Ouray County starting June 11th. My parents arrived on June 13th & they are planning to move out here! They're looking for a house in Montrose, the "big city" of ~20,000 located a half-hour north of Log Hill Village.

June 16th is Mom's birthday. We're having a dinner at my current favorite restaurant, the Lazy Dog Saloon, to celebrate her birthday & kick off wedding festivities.

The BIG DAY is June 17th. Wedding is at 11 AM, reception will run from noon to 3 PM. Alan & I will spend the night at an undisclosed location. This will also be my parents' 57th anniversary.

Sunday June 18th is Father's Day & we're having a good-bye brunch at our house.

My five-year sobriety anniversary is June 20th.

I'm actually calm (so far). Work is crazy, but work is always crazy. I'm in decent health & decent shape - I actually weighed myself this morning & I'm at the lowest weight I've achieved since moving out here in August 2020. The wedding planning is nearly complete. Money is tight, but I think we can get everything paid for without too much stress (or borrowing).

I'm ready to become Ms. Angela Todd.
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Goals from last year:

1) I will attend at least 100 SQUID practices this year.

Not even close. I did 26 swim practices this year. I need to find another workout venue, because Squid weekday practices are inconvenient enough to be a real disincentive, & I never make Saturday practices because we're always on the go on the weekends. Possible alternatives: swimming at Denver Recreation facilities, finding another team with better practice times, or maybe picking up a different activity. I have toyed with the idea of just throwing myself into skiing & hiking, & maybe doing yoga.

2) I will compete in at least one swimming competition this year, either a pool meet or an open-water event.

Nope. I let my uncertainty about my new job derail my training & missed all the summer events.

3) I will overpay my mortgage by at least $4,000 this year.

Nope. We overpaid by $1,916.05. Good but not great. Still, we have done well in our first year of homeownership. We owe $320,172.25 on the mortgage, & our realtor estimates our house could sell for around $370,000. Our neighborhood has been proposed for historic district designation, which would likely drive up values. We're doing well with Breezehome.

4) I will earn, in some fashion, some income from any source OTHER than my AECOM paycheck.

Yessss.

5) I will log at least 30 Whole30-compatible meals a month into MyPaleoPal.

No. I have actually done an about-face on this. Instead, I have been attending Overeaters Anonymous & trying to work through some of my weird issues around food.
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Health: Weird year. I worked on mental health for a while, then stopped. I worked on weight loss, then realized I'm all fucked up in the head about weight & food. I feel good but I need more exercise for sure. Still not sleeping well. It's not been a great year healthwise. But I did achieve some of the specific goals I had last year: I grew some food in my own garden, I learned how to brew kombucha (I have a batch going right now), & I'm eating more seafood & vegetables than ever before.

HEALTH GRADE: Change in direction required.

Wealth: We did pretty well this year! We didn't make any huge outlays, & didn't realize any huge windfalls. We just plugged along, paying down debts, saving money in assets. Very boring, very pedestrian.

Change in assets, 2016: increased by $55,011.64
Change in debts, 2016: decreased by 10,817.27
Change in rough net worth, 2016: increased by $65,828.91

WEALTH GRADE: Steady Freddy.

Happiness: This year has been volatile. HPG & I nearly broke up in late summer. I'd say we are doing much better now. My job transition was stressful, but overall I think it was a good move. Larger trends - political, mostly - have made me wonder if our world is worth saving. We've made some good friends in our neighborhood, & met even more great people this year. I've spent tons of time in the mountains, exploring the beautiful areas around Denver. But the year's finish - the surprise discovery of my elder brother Richard - means that 2016 can never be anything but amazing.

HAPPINESS GRADE: Despite everything, would 2016 again.

Plans for 2017

I dunno. I did so badly with my resolutions in 2016 so maybe this year I'll just see how things go. Or I may write another post later with some modest goals.
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I've had this LJ for twelve years! That's kinda crazy to me. I haven't been using it much since Facebook sucked me in - except for the past month, I've used it to document my #whole30. Being here every day has felt - good! I remember what it's like to be able to use my own HTML tags & place pics where I want them, give things tags so I can find them later, & generally just have more control over my content. Facebook is very limited in comparison.

And while the crowds are definitely gone from here, in a way that's rather nice too. The feel of my LJ has returned to what it was when I first started posting - mostly, I felt like I was talking to myself, but friends would occasionally chime in. Now, it feels about the same - many posts get no comments, some get a couple, & that's fine - because for the most part, I'm writing for myself.

I will still be posting daily #whole30 posts for the next 10 days at least, as I re-introduce food groups one at a time & try to identify exactly where my food sensitivities lay (I suspect either dairy, gluten, or all grains are going to be permanently eliminated from my diet). That will make 40 days of at least one post a day. I wonder if that will be enough to re-kindle the habit of posting here.
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Yesterday I arrived in Albany NY to start a 90-day FEMA deployment, working on claims originating from Hurricane Irene & the remnants of Tropical Storm Lee from late last summer. I haven't gotten my logins yet, so nothing of interest to report yet from work.

Being back in New York has been a trip down Memory Lane. I actually considered going to college in this area, going as far as to accept a recruiting trip from RPI's swim team in 1991, when I was senior in high school. That would've put me right across the river in Troy, NY. Spider-Dad reminded me of that trip in a text message today. It... was not exactly the model of scholar-athlete behavior. Short version: I ended up driving some of the team members home from a frat party after they got too drunk for me to let THEM drive. This was exceedingly bad, because my escort had a stick-shift car & at the time I didn't know how to drive stick. I drove them home, about three miles, in first gear, without stopping for any reason. Awesome.

I was ambushed later today by another memory, this one from 1992. My freshman year at Cornell, I got very sick & missed a week of classes in the spring semester, before Spring Break. In order to catch up, I decided to stay at school for the first half of spring break. Then, my first ever-boyfriend, Maaaaaatt, drove all the way back to Cornell from his parents' house in Queensbury, NY, & took me to his hosue for a four-day break.

Those four days were some of the best of our whole relationship. His parents & siblings were wonderful & their house was beautiful. We went snowshoeing in the Adirondacks. His dad took me for a drive in his Acura NSX. But the highlight of the trip was coming down to Albany to see U2 on the Zoo TV tour. The concert was held at the Albany Egg, & was by far the biggest production I had ever seen. It was an incredible night.

I have a long weekend this weekend - half a day off Saturday, & full days off for Sunday & Monday. I'm debating where to go - NYC or Ithaca? Votes? Other proposed destinations?
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This entry is full of personal relationship angst, so if you're not interested, don't click here )
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OK, Im drunk. Stacy is asleep. I'm drunk & angry, I might add. In case you haven't noticed, my entries lately have been mostly accompanied by bad-mood emoticons (even if the anxious one doesn't really look very anxious, I've been plently anxious).

Something. Is. Wrong. Something big. I'm either too afraid to confront it or too stupid to identify it. FUCK.
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Not much to report. Mom got her staples out today - I watch the physical therapist take them out & guess what? The tool he used looked just like a regular staple remover (the flat kind, not the Jaws of Life looking kind).

I didn't swim today; instead, I did a beginner's Pilates class. This was my first Pilates experience. I really enjoyed the workout, which was challenging but not spirit-breaking. I think this form of exercise will both strengthen my swimming & help me out with some occasional back problems. We're supposed to get a break in the weather this weekend. I think I'm going to go hiking & leave the little Lucy woman at home for a while. I've been getting a lot of exercise while I've been down here - if only I wasn't eating all the cakes & pies & cookies that well-wishers keep bringing for my mom, I'd probably be losing quite a bit of weight.

And STACY is coming to visit next weekend!! The brave grrl. This will be the first time I've brought a girlfriend home to meet the parents. Very exciting. She's taking Amtrak to Greenville, where I will have to pick her up at 5:30 AM. Yay. I don't care.

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