September 19
Lucy’s nervous to sleep again, but Quincey is doing patrols around the house like a guard dog. I love him.
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This is the entry for September 18th! I’m posting it on September 19th because I tried to update some website stuff yesterday and it was a catastrophe. After about 24h offline, durafujo is back in time to fill you with a hot blood load.
But the entry from today will have to come later. It’s been a long day and I’m so very sleepy.
I put off the September 13 entry so I could a. organize a sendoff party for my pal Waverly who is moving to San Francisco because they’re in LOVE and b. prepping for Hurricane Lee, who was due to arrive the evening of September 15. Waverly crashed at my place for the storm and power went out at some point in the wee hours of September 16th, came on long enough for me to make coffee, and has been off ever since. I write this with cold coffee leftovers by the overcast daylight through my window, using up my phone data and hoping my battery lasts. The power has been out for a little over 24 hours now, because Nova Scotia power is a scam.
The storm hasn’t been too bad, all considered, mostly because it was a near miss from us. Lee traveled up the west side of the province and made landfall with earnest near New Brunswick rather than in Nova Scotia, but the storm was large and the wind didn’t let up for quite a while, so there are leaves all over the place. I’ll try to add some photos to this entry.
Please enjoy this special edition power outage entry.
t’s raining again and a hurricane may be on the way. I think most people are terrified of hurricanes when they see the destruction they can cause. It makes sense, but I’m always disappointed when we go a year without a decent one. Nothing brings a community together like wandering around town after a storm, trying to find out who has power and which Tim Hortons is open. I hope we get one decent storm this year, so I can share it with you. Hopefully it’s not too catastrophic. We’ve had a few bad ones, but when you’re on a little peninsula stuck out over open ocean, you’re bound to have to endure what the sea wants to throw at you now and then.
Compared to a lot of places, Nova Scotia has pretty chill weather. The summers aren’t super hot and the winters aren’t super cold, it’s just damp and slushy. That said, please don’t move here. We’ve had a population boom since the pandemic and now many lifelong residents—who have always been chronically poor—have nowhere to live since rich come-from-aways are buying all the property for twice the asking price or more, not to mention the fact that no one has a doctor and the waitlist just keeps getting longer as newcomers pour in. Tents multiply in public parks as the unhoused numbers grow in time for storms and snow, and the government does nothing except continue to woo more rich out-of-towners.
Well that was a depressing ramble to start today off with. Sorry!
The summer has been so rainy in Nova Scotia that about half of my apple tree seedlings have been murdered by mildew. They’re now undergoing a weekly bath with a baking soda/dish soap/water treatment. Every year I grow these seedlings and every year 3/4ths of them drop dead. Unfortunately, I’m very stubborn.
Meanwhile the seeds for next year’s apple trees are arriving and I have so many little apples to chop open. I have my work cut out for me and there’s still another tree I haven’t picked from yet. And prom is tomorrow!
For today’s entry I wrote in my planner that it was LG, and then I circled the LG with a red pen, so I’ll obey this message from myself and get these done right away.
September 6
This day’s entry comes in two parts. The first is a telegram from Dr. Lobotomy to Van Helsing, telling him there’s been a change for the worse and Van Helsing must come at once.
You guys, I am so good at working too much that the burnout is starting to rub off on Fujoshi Dracula. I’m starting to be able to cut back on work that doesn’t pay so well, thank dog, but I need a vacation. I’m starting to plan some trips for next year so I can hold a gun to future-me’s head and force them to take some time off.
For now, there’s five Dracula Days to catch up on.
August 31st. We’re on our way out of summer season and into spooky season and I’m not ready. The summer here has been wet and soggy and pretty depressing overall. I actually pulled out a pillow I have for my laptop to find it just riddled with mildew. The only thing that caused it was an open window. I did some cool stuff but I wish there had been more opportunities for sunny day adventures. I hope your summers were more fun than mine!
Today we have a letter from Arthur to his former lover, Dr. Lobotomy. He asks the bad doctor to take a look at Lucy, as he’s worrying about her and he can’t talk to Lucy’s mother about it at risk of killing her. But although Lucy doesn’t know about her mother’s poor health, Arthur is sure she has something on her mind.
Apparently Lucy took some convincing to allow Dr. Lobotomy to check her out, since she dumped him and everything. Arthur goes so far as to tell him when he needs to show up and how the visit will go to keep everyone chill. He also appeals to Dr. Lobotomy’s heart, to try to look out for Lucy.
As we all know, women are prone to just nuclear melting down in the face of distress. Just look at Lucy’s mom! More fragile than a Whitby Lucky Duck.
It’s a short post today but I wanted to make sure all my months are compartmentalized as well as they can be on my blog page. Can’t wait to see a smaller cowboy reunion!
I sheltered my good friend Waverly from some inclement weather last night and they told me that during a goth phase that they had gone to Whitby in the UK, (for Dracula reasons, natch) and about how one of the favourite local souvenirs is the Whitby Glass Lucky Duck. LOOK AT THESE.
I simply must go there one day and get one. Please let this silly blog do what Bram Stoker never did and go to the places I write about.
I’m excited because tonight I’m going blackberry picking! I love foraging for stuff. This summer has been a disappointment because of the rain but I’m pumped as blackberry and apple season is nigh. I’ve started a batch of raspberry wine, which I’ve never made before, but it tastes really fucking good. Much better than dandelion wine which, in its early days, tastes like lawn.
I went to see Barbie with my niece on Tuesday and we blew a ton of money at the arcade. My nephew didn’t come because he didn’t want to see Barbie but I guess we left him with a nasty case of fomo so now I’m doing the same thing with him next week. I don’t think he wants to see Oppenheimer so the new TMNT will have to do.
I said I’d tell you about the pigeons but I’d have to dig photos out of my phone. I’ll do it next time.