For Disability Pride Month, one thing I'd love abled bodied people to figure out is how to speak to someone with chronic health issues without implying that if they themselves had the disabled person's health conditions, they would end it all. I promise you life goes on- even with health issues.
Finally back online after 61 hours with no electricity. It's okay, rain. We have enough now. You can move out of north Texas and go find some other dry and needy people to fall on.
some dude just told me "men aren't going to bother protecting women anymore" and in all sincerity I am genuinely trying to think of a single time in my entire adult life when a man has ever protected me
I hear there's newbies in town this morning. Hi, I'm a crotchety oldster. And by crotchety, I mean I crochet. Only I have carpal tunnel and de Quervain's syndrome, so I can't crochet, which is why I'm crotchety.
Another Christmas has gone by, and still I have never made a gingerbread house. But I don't think my neighborhood is zoned for dwellings that can be decorated with sugar.
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Some days my brain fog is so bad, I sound like a game of Mad Libs when I try to talk. Last night was a real winner: "I need to take the dryer out of the laundry and put it in the washing machine."
Well, now what? Who should I be on Bluesky? Crafter? Spoonie? Cat slave? Muddled neurodivergent old lady who hasn't cut my hair in years and longs for a wheelchair accessible world? Or maybe be like our turtle, Pendragon, who has buried himself under our flower bed to wait for better days?