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Anyone want to share a backyard with us?
Aug. 12th, 2021 06:05 pmSo one of the houses that borders ours has been bought by developers, it looks like. I noticed it had been entirely gutted, so I did some digging, and it was bought in June by an LLC.
The house is around the corner from us; the back of its backyard is the eastern side of our backyard.
It would be nice to have people we know as neighbours – anyone in the market?
The house is around the corner from us; the back of its backyard is the eastern side of our backyard.
It would be nice to have people we know as neighbours – anyone in the market?
I just got the call I've been dreading. It's time for my beloved cat, who I've had for 20 years, since she was six weeks old, to go. Over the last two years she's gone from amazingly good health for her age to having a stroke, arthritis, hyperthyroidism, high blood pressure, and failing kidneys. She's almost blind from the high blood pressure. She can barely walk from the combination of everything. But she was soldiering on, and seemed to still be enjoying life for the most part.
But now she has an aggressive cancer and the vet says that it's time. That her pain and discomfort will only increase from here on out. And if we don't pick the time and place, it will be chosen for us, and no one wants to come home or wake up or just turn around to find a dead cat.
I really hoped she'd make it to spring. Selfishly, I know. I didn't want any more pain and loss this year. But no. 2019 is going out the way it came in – with a sudden kick to the teeth.
But now she has an aggressive cancer and the vet says that it's time. That her pain and discomfort will only increase from here on out. And if we don't pick the time and place, it will be chosen for us, and no one wants to come home or wake up or just turn around to find a dead cat.
I really hoped she'd make it to spring. Selfishly, I know. I didn't want any more pain and loss this year. But no. 2019 is going out the way it came in – with a sudden kick to the teeth.
A mix of a day
Sep. 21st, 2019 01:50 pmToday feels dominated by unpleasant tasks – writing a difficult email, doing my overdue personal taxes, cleaning up cat pee – so I'm extra-glad it started with a long snuggle in the bed with my aging, grumpy cat who doesn't much want to snuggle anymore, followed by a trip to the farmers market and the resulting tasty lunch.
Products: one I loved and one I didn't
Aug. 28th, 2019 12:26 pmStarting off with the good news: Defunkify is good stuff!
I work from home, and I'm lazy, so my routine is to spend all week wearing the same shirt, then switch to another one the next week. I have a stock of t-shirts in athletic performance fabrics for this very purpose. I happen to be on the low end of the bell curve for body odor, so that generally works out okay. At least, V isn't complaining. ;-) But a while back I noticed that I wasn't getting a week out of my WFH shirts anymore.
Enter Defunkify! They have both an intensive treatment form that you do once every few months (Active Shield), and a detergent to use on a regular basis. I did the treatment and have been using the detergent ever since. Success!
So if you have clothes that seem to be picking up/hanging on to scent, especially in performance fabrics, I highly recommend Defunkify!
The bad news: Topology Eyewear might be good, but fucked if I can find out.
I stumbled across Topology when I found their page on how to choose glasses that will go well with your features. I wanted to love them. The idea is that they take a 3D scan of your face using your iOS device and use it to manufacture frames perfectly tailored to you. I've had a tough time finding glasses that are comfortable, so this seemed ideal! (Turns out I have an unusually wide face? Especially for someone with XX chromosomes?)
When I first tried their app back in March, I was able to use my old iPad to take the scan. I ordered a mock-up pair that was pretty close to perfect. It took them weeks to send it to me. Then my luggage was stolen with my old iPad in it, then a lot of life happened, and then a few days ago I tried to pick the process back up from where I left off. No luck. Apparently they're not accepting those scans anymore, and they're not doing mock-up pairs anymore, and there's no way for me to complete an order without starting over. Oh yeah, and I can't take a scan with anything but an iPhone 10+ now. Which I don't have.
Fortunately for me personally, I currently have a pair of glasses that is very comfortable, so I can just read the measurements off the arm of those and then order some $40 glasses from Zenni. Done. Good luck to Topology – maybe someday they'll be awesome.
I work from home, and I'm lazy, so my routine is to spend all week wearing the same shirt, then switch to another one the next week. I have a stock of t-shirts in athletic performance fabrics for this very purpose. I happen to be on the low end of the bell curve for body odor, so that generally works out okay. At least, V isn't complaining. ;-) But a while back I noticed that I wasn't getting a week out of my WFH shirts anymore.
Enter Defunkify! They have both an intensive treatment form that you do once every few months (Active Shield), and a detergent to use on a regular basis. I did the treatment and have been using the detergent ever since. Success!
So if you have clothes that seem to be picking up/hanging on to scent, especially in performance fabrics, I highly recommend Defunkify!
The bad news: Topology Eyewear might be good, but fucked if I can find out.
I stumbled across Topology when I found their page on how to choose glasses that will go well with your features. I wanted to love them. The idea is that they take a 3D scan of your face using your iOS device and use it to manufacture frames perfectly tailored to you. I've had a tough time finding glasses that are comfortable, so this seemed ideal! (Turns out I have an unusually wide face? Especially for someone with XX chromosomes?)
When I first tried their app back in March, I was able to use my old iPad to take the scan. I ordered a mock-up pair that was pretty close to perfect. It took them weeks to send it to me. Then my luggage was stolen with my old iPad in it, then a lot of life happened, and then a few days ago I tried to pick the process back up from where I left off. No luck. Apparently they're not accepting those scans anymore, and they're not doing mock-up pairs anymore, and there's no way for me to complete an order without starting over. Oh yeah, and I can't take a scan with anything but an iPhone 10+ now. Which I don't have.
Fortunately for me personally, I currently have a pair of glasses that is very comfortable, so I can just read the measurements off the arm of those and then order some $40 glasses from Zenni. Done. Good luck to Topology – maybe someday they'll be awesome.
This one will be tough to watch
Aug. 6th, 2019 01:47 pmI've been watching EastEnders for over twenty years. In that time, they've shown many abusive relationships of different types.
( Content warning: partner abuse )
Edit to add even more thoughts: More and more I wish they'd gone with "just" emotional abuse. They've had a ton of rape storylines over the years, and recently they deliberately did one where the rape itself wasn't shown – just the lead-up and aftermath. They carefully constructed a story where both the characters on the show and the general public would be asking themselves – was it really rape? Is the woman lying, exaggerating, or simply mistaken? And in the end, the answer was: yes, that was rape. The men who did it went to prison (a bit of fantasy fulfillment there, I'm afraid).
It would be so powerful for them to do an abuse storyline like that. Is it abuse? Maybe he's just sensitive and has a hard time calming down? Isn't it his wife's duty to drop everything, even things like eating and sleeping, to tend to his emotional needs? How often is too often for that to happen? Does she have the "right" to leave him for this?
And the eventual answer: yes, that is abuse. Or maybe, as Captain Awkward might put it: yes, she has the right to leave, even if she isn't calling it the "a" word (yet?), because everyone has the right to leave situations that make them unhappy; there's no invisible bar of "enough" that you have to meet.
( Content warning: partner abuse )
Edit to add even more thoughts: More and more I wish they'd gone with "just" emotional abuse. They've had a ton of rape storylines over the years, and recently they deliberately did one where the rape itself wasn't shown – just the lead-up and aftermath. They carefully constructed a story where both the characters on the show and the general public would be asking themselves – was it really rape? Is the woman lying, exaggerating, or simply mistaken? And in the end, the answer was: yes, that was rape. The men who did it went to prison (a bit of fantasy fulfillment there, I'm afraid).
It would be so powerful for them to do an abuse storyline like that. Is it abuse? Maybe he's just sensitive and has a hard time calming down? Isn't it his wife's duty to drop everything, even things like eating and sleeping, to tend to his emotional needs? How often is too often for that to happen? Does she have the "right" to leave him for this?
And the eventual answer: yes, that is abuse. Or maybe, as Captain Awkward might put it: yes, she has the right to leave, even if she isn't calling it the "a" word (yet?), because everyone has the right to leave situations that make them unhappy; there's no invisible bar of "enough" that you have to meet.
Coulda shoulda woulda
Jun. 26th, 2019 12:31 pmNothing punches my emotional buttons harder than knowing that I could have prevented something bad from happening if I'd only been more on the call – done more research, had more cope, been more organized. No amount of rationalization about how stressed and busy I've been helps soothe me much.
Like for instance, our house is currently having almost all of its wood shingles replaced because I didn't get it painted sooner. Which is expensive, time-consuming, and noisy.
Or, the one that's really got me frantic today – my cat is now partially (totally?) blind, and I might have been able to prevent that.
( this got long... )
She went in for her radio-iodine treatment yesterday and the vet noticed right away that she had vision problems. She was apparently walking into the sides of her cage because she couldn't see them. I'd just thought she was agitated from high thyroid levels, and confused. She's never been the brightest of cats.
But yeah, now she might have detached retinas from high blood pressure from hyperthyroidism, says Dr Internet Vet. And there's nothing to be done about detached retinas if you don't catch them in the first 48 hours.
So...if I'd asked for a second opinion on radio-iodine treatment in December...if I'd known vision loss was a potential side effect...if I'd done something sooner about her dilated pupils...if I'd realized she was having trouble seeing and not just a little more confused about things...my cat might still be able to see. Now she might never see again. And it's my fault, and nothing can convince me otherwise.
Like for instance, our house is currently having almost all of its wood shingles replaced because I didn't get it painted sooner. Which is expensive, time-consuming, and noisy.
Or, the one that's really got me frantic today – my cat is now partially (totally?) blind, and I might have been able to prevent that.
( this got long... )
She went in for her radio-iodine treatment yesterday and the vet noticed right away that she had vision problems. She was apparently walking into the sides of her cage because she couldn't see them. I'd just thought she was agitated from high thyroid levels, and confused. She's never been the brightest of cats.
But yeah, now she might have detached retinas from high blood pressure from hyperthyroidism, says Dr Internet Vet. And there's nothing to be done about detached retinas if you don't catch them in the first 48 hours.
So...if I'd asked for a second opinion on radio-iodine treatment in December...if I'd known vision loss was a potential side effect...if I'd done something sooner about her dilated pupils...if I'd realized she was having trouble seeing and not just a little more confused about things...my cat might still be able to see. Now she might never see again. And it's my fault, and nothing can convince me otherwise.
Goodbye, Sue
Jun. 20th, 2019 10:39 amV's mother died today, late in the day Australia time, in the wee hours of the morning US time. I didn't know her that well, but there's still a touch of sadness to my day. V, of course, is devastated.
A year ago today we getting on a plane to meet Sue in Italy. V and Sue had been talking about taking that trip for years...but never got around to making it happen. They'd even set a date for 2017, but Sue put it off for no clear reason. Well, I am a person who makes things happen, and this time, there would be no excuses. ;-)
And now, of course, I'm so glad I did make it happen, because one more year would have been too late. So Sue threw a coin in the Trevi Fountain in Rome, saw the San Giovanni Feast Day fireworks from a rooftop bar in Florence while drinking too much champagne, got her fortune told by a gay Romani (or so he presented himself as) in the courtyard of Castello Sforzesco in Milan, and toured the Fiat and National Car Museums in Turin (one of her lifetime goals). Among lots of other moments.
I know "never put off your dreams" is a trite thing to say, but seriously, if the only thing stopping you is some vague sense that you're not ready, or that people like you don't get to do things like that...go do it. Now. Life is short, and sometimes it's even shorter than we thought.
A year ago today we getting on a plane to meet Sue in Italy. V and Sue had been talking about taking that trip for years...but never got around to making it happen. They'd even set a date for 2017, but Sue put it off for no clear reason. Well, I am a person who makes things happen, and this time, there would be no excuses. ;-)
And now, of course, I'm so glad I did make it happen, because one more year would have been too late. So Sue threw a coin in the Trevi Fountain in Rome, saw the San Giovanni Feast Day fireworks from a rooftop bar in Florence while drinking too much champagne, got her fortune told by a gay Romani (or so he presented himself as) in the courtyard of Castello Sforzesco in Milan, and toured the Fiat and National Car Museums in Turin (one of her lifetime goals). Among lots of other moments.
I know "never put off your dreams" is a trite thing to say, but seriously, if the only thing stopping you is some vague sense that you're not ready, or that people like you don't get to do things like that...go do it. Now. Life is short, and sometimes it's even shorter than we thought.
London, Interrupted
Jun. 1st, 2019 09:27 amThe good: V and I got to go to London this week. The bad: we had to come back early because V's mum's health has taken a sudden turn for the worse. Apparently our hell year is going into extra innings.
We arrived Saturday morning and V found out that night that she urgently needed to head to Australia. She decided to take the middle path between familial duty and self-care, so we squeezed as much vacation in as we could (tea in the Barbican conservatory, Dior and Quant exhibits at the V&A, Kew Gardens, Sweet Charity at the Donmar, rooftop drinks overlooking the river, an exhibit on the history of writing at the British Library), then flew home Thursday evening.
V's flying to Melbourne tomorrow. Well, she's *leaving* for Melbourne tomorrow. She *gets* to Melbourne on Tuesday, local time. This weekend, we rest. Depending on how things go, I may also be going to Australia later this month.
Edit: Oh yes, and I found out how much gluten was Too Much. Turns out, having bread and/or pasta at every meal for three days is too much. Still, the attack wasn't nearly as painful as they used to be – and that's a pretty liberal limit!
We arrived Saturday morning and V found out that night that she urgently needed to head to Australia. She decided to take the middle path between familial duty and self-care, so we squeezed as much vacation in as we could (tea in the Barbican conservatory, Dior and Quant exhibits at the V&A, Kew Gardens, Sweet Charity at the Donmar, rooftop drinks overlooking the river, an exhibit on the history of writing at the British Library), then flew home Thursday evening.
V's flying to Melbourne tomorrow. Well, she's *leaving* for Melbourne tomorrow. She *gets* to Melbourne on Tuesday, local time. This weekend, we rest. Depending on how things go, I may also be going to Australia later this month.
Edit: Oh yes, and I found out how much gluten was Too Much. Turns out, having bread and/or pasta at every meal for three days is too much. Still, the attack wasn't nearly as painful as they used to be – and that's a pretty liberal limit!
Do or do not do; there is no "why?"
May. 15th, 2019 06:54 pmHaving run a couple of work weekends at the Cape house now, I'm beginning to understand why the military discourages questions and back-talk.
When six people are depending on you for all of their whats, whens, wheres, and hows, it's exhausting enough. If they start adding in whys (or its sneaky cousins, "How about" or "Have you thought"), it's game over.
When six people are depending on you for all of their whats, whens, wheres, and hows, it's exhausting enough. If they start adding in whys (or its sneaky cousins, "How about" or "Have you thought"), it's game over.
Bucket list?
Apr. 25th, 2019 07:58 amHere's a first for me in 20 years of road warrior life: the airline lost my checked bag. (Specifically JetBlue, although I don't think that particularly reflects badly on them compared to any other airline.)
Dropped my bag off at the counter in Boston...went to pick it up after stopping for a quick lunch in the terminal at SFO...no bag. Stopping for lunch meant all the other passengers were gone when I got there, leaving the unsettling possibility that someone had (mistakenly?) walked off with my bag. So after a few days without news, I figured it was gone for good. If someone were going to call in about accidentally taking the wrong bag, they would have done it by then.
But then! I got someone on the phone at JetBlue who had more data. Seems that the only scan they have for my bag tag is when it got dropped off. It should have been scanned when it got on the plane and again when it got off. This makes it more likely that my bag is lost in an airport somewhere, which actually is good news, I think.
I'm again hopeful I will someday get it back. I like that suitcase. It matches my other suitcase. It has stuff in in that is of sentimental value to me, but almost nothing of monetary value, except an extremely old iPad with no data plan.
I feel like I've been living in an urban version of the classic country song lately – my boss up and quit, my cat is sick, and my luggage has left me.
UPDATE: Got my daily call from JetBlue to tell me they haven't found my bag. On the one hand, I get why they feel they need to do that, but on the other hand, it gets my hopes up every. damn. time. Asked this person what info they had and it was different from what I was told last time: the bag was reported as having been loaded on the correct plane. And tag scans on unload are not usually done, so no data there. SFO says they don't have my bag. So we're back to someone took it home?
First thing I'm doing with my new and/or returned luggage is adding a ribbon to the handle and filling out the address tag.
Dropped my bag off at the counter in Boston...went to pick it up after stopping for a quick lunch in the terminal at SFO...no bag. Stopping for lunch meant all the other passengers were gone when I got there, leaving the unsettling possibility that someone had (mistakenly?) walked off with my bag. So after a few days without news, I figured it was gone for good. If someone were going to call in about accidentally taking the wrong bag, they would have done it by then.
But then! I got someone on the phone at JetBlue who had more data. Seems that the only scan they have for my bag tag is when it got dropped off. It should have been scanned when it got on the plane and again when it got off. This makes it more likely that my bag is lost in an airport somewhere, which actually is good news, I think.
I'm again hopeful I will someday get it back. I like that suitcase. It matches my other suitcase. It has stuff in in that is of sentimental value to me, but almost nothing of monetary value, except an extremely old iPad with no data plan.
I feel like I've been living in an urban version of the classic country song lately – my boss up and quit, my cat is sick, and my luggage has left me.
UPDATE: Got my daily call from JetBlue to tell me they haven't found my bag. On the one hand, I get why they feel they need to do that, but on the other hand, it gets my hopes up every. damn. time. Asked this person what info they had and it was different from what I was told last time: the bag was reported as having been loaded on the correct plane. And tag scans on unload are not usually done, so no data there. SFO says they don't have my bag. So we're back to someone took it home?
First thing I'm doing with my new and/or returned luggage is adding a ribbon to the handle and filling out the address tag.
Gluten test: success!
Mar. 18th, 2019 05:21 pmAbout a week ago I ate an entire, rather large, donut from Union Square Donuts. And....nothing happened! Except maybe my mouth felt a bit funny? So it seems that I can eat gluten again. Lots of it. Well, comparatively. But maybe I shouldn't eat too much?
I am shook, as the kids say. This is literally the stuff of dreams for me. I used to dream that I'd eaten a big piece of regular cake and nothing bad happened. Every so often over the past ten years, during my waking hours, I'd think, "Hm, it's been a while since I had a gluten attack. Maybe it's not an issue anymore?". Then I'd get glutenned and my body would make it clear that it was most definitely still A Thing. So I gave up on that thought and resigned myself to a lifetime of gluten-free eating.
What changed? Your guess is as good as mine. I have some theories. Maybe I had a leaky gut, and avoiding gluten for long enough allowed it to heal? Maybe the immunotherapy I've been on for cat, grass, and mold gave my bored immune system something else to do? Maybe it was part of my suspected MCAS* and the quercetin I've been taking helped?
I'm still digesting (har har) what this means for me. I went to a social gathering recently where someone brought a gluten-y treat – and I got to have some! I participated in a celebratory food ritual! Also, next time I travel I can...just buy a wrap at the airport! Or eat what they have for a vegetarian meal on the plane! A whole new world has opened up for me...
*That's another whole post.
I am shook, as the kids say. This is literally the stuff of dreams for me. I used to dream that I'd eaten a big piece of regular cake and nothing bad happened. Every so often over the past ten years, during my waking hours, I'd think, "Hm, it's been a while since I had a gluten attack. Maybe it's not an issue anymore?". Then I'd get glutenned and my body would make it clear that it was most definitely still A Thing. So I gave up on that thought and resigned myself to a lifetime of gluten-free eating.
What changed? Your guess is as good as mine. I have some theories. Maybe I had a leaky gut, and avoiding gluten for long enough allowed it to heal? Maybe the immunotherapy I've been on for cat, grass, and mold gave my bored immune system something else to do? Maybe it was part of my suspected MCAS* and the quercetin I've been taking helped?
I'm still digesting (har har) what this means for me. I went to a social gathering recently where someone brought a gluten-y treat – and I got to have some! I participated in a celebratory food ritual! Also, next time I travel I can...just buy a wrap at the airport! Or eat what they have for a vegetarian meal on the plane! A whole new world has opened up for me...
*That's another whole post.
Jewel thief experience?
Feb. 18th, 2019 01:38 pmDear Universe,
My beloved partner V has a fantasy of being a jewel thief for a day (night?). Please help me make this happen (without anybody doing anything actually illegal). Location not so important, but French Riviera would be nice.
Love,
Me
My beloved partner V has a fantasy of being a jewel thief for a day (night?). Please help me make this happen (without anybody doing anything actually illegal). Location not so important, but French Riviera would be nice.
Love,
Me
Not sure what to make of this
Feb. 5th, 2019 08:47 pmSomething bizarre happened to me last Thursday. Something I'm still not sure how to process.
I was flying home from Palo Alto and stopped at the airport for lunch. I asked for the gluten-free toast with my meal. When the woman working in the kitchen brought it to my table, I had a moment of optimism/relaxation/inattentiveness and didn't double-check that it *was* the gluten-free toast.
You can see where this is going. It wasn't gluten-free. And I didn't get suspicious until I'd eaten three quarters of it.
I've never had forewarning of a gluten attack before. I scoured the airport for a heating pad, to no avail. I took 800 mg of ibuprofen. And then I waited in dread for the agonizing cramps and diarrhea to come as my immune system declared my intestines Enemy #1. While on a plane for six hours.
I waited...and waited...and waited. The attack never came. There were no discernible effects. I'm totally weirded out. I've never heard of someone un-developing a food intolerance. Was it a fluke? Can I eat all the gluten I want now? Only small doses? Only if I take a whack of ibuprofen with it? Or...what?
I've decided to do a couple of small tests. First one, a Coffee Crisp bar, one of the things I've missed the most, sometime this week. Wish me luck!
I was flying home from Palo Alto and stopped at the airport for lunch. I asked for the gluten-free toast with my meal. When the woman working in the kitchen brought it to my table, I had a moment of optimism/relaxation/inattentiveness and didn't double-check that it *was* the gluten-free toast.
You can see where this is going. It wasn't gluten-free. And I didn't get suspicious until I'd eaten three quarters of it.
I've never had forewarning of a gluten attack before. I scoured the airport for a heating pad, to no avail. I took 800 mg of ibuprofen. And then I waited in dread for the agonizing cramps and diarrhea to come as my immune system declared my intestines Enemy #1. While on a plane for six hours.
I waited...and waited...and waited. The attack never came. There were no discernible effects. I'm totally weirded out. I've never heard of someone un-developing a food intolerance. Was it a fluke? Can I eat all the gluten I want now? Only small doses? Only if I take a whack of ibuprofen with it? Or...what?
I've decided to do a couple of small tests. First one, a Coffee Crisp bar, one of the things I've missed the most, sometime this week. Wish me luck!
So quiet...
Nov. 16th, 2018 01:33 pmI'm spending a week at our house on the Cape (Wellfleet) to get some downtime and fix it up after the rental season.
This is an area that is 90% or more seasonal/vacation homes. I'd bet money there isn't another person in residence within a quarter mile of me in any direction.
The quiet is...mind-bending. I swear I can hear the whisper of my baseline neural activity.
I've never been this isolated before (and this isn't really all that isolated, I know! the main street of town is only half a mile away!). But with all my puttering around, using sharp things, standing on stools...it occurred to me that if I hurt myself badly, so badly I couldn't get to my phone...that'd most likely be it for me. Our handyman might have found me when he comes back today or tomorrow. Or the next set of renters, due the 21st? It's an eerie feeling (and yes, it has inspired me to be more careful).
Also I'm pretty sure I heard an eastern coyote (aka coydog, aka coywolf) yipping the other night. In the middle of the night. It woke me up. If it had been full-on howling, I might not have gotten back to sleep.
I return to civilization tomorrow. I wonder if it will seem weirdly loud.
This is an area that is 90% or more seasonal/vacation homes. I'd bet money there isn't another person in residence within a quarter mile of me in any direction.
The quiet is...mind-bending. I swear I can hear the whisper of my baseline neural activity.
I've never been this isolated before (and this isn't really all that isolated, I know! the main street of town is only half a mile away!). But with all my puttering around, using sharp things, standing on stools...it occurred to me that if I hurt myself badly, so badly I couldn't get to my phone...that'd most likely be it for me. Our handyman might have found me when he comes back today or tomorrow. Or the next set of renters, due the 21st? It's an eerie feeling (and yes, it has inspired me to be more careful).
Also I'm pretty sure I heard an eastern coyote (aka coydog, aka coywolf) yipping the other night. In the middle of the night. It woke me up. If it had been full-on howling, I might not have gotten back to sleep.
I return to civilization tomorrow. I wonder if it will seem weirdly loud.
I wanna run away to WLWellfleet
Oct. 12th, 2018 03:04 pmThis morning Zillow alerted me to this property newly for sale in Wellfleet, right in the heart of town, with four commercial spaces and two residential condos.
Initially I was all "ha ha V, want to buy this ha ha?" And then she was like, "Yes, and we'll convert the lower/rear shops to a Sapphic Day Disco and make Wellfleet the WLW alternative to P-town." And now I really want to do that, actually? And I'm a bit sad we can't.
Initially I was all "ha ha V, want to buy this ha ha?" And then she was like, "Yes, and we'll convert the lower/rear shops to a Sapphic Day Disco and make Wellfleet the WLW alternative to P-town." And now I really want to do that, actually? And I'm a bit sad we can't.
