Brb gonna undeaf.
Author: Lkvy
I'm a Deaf vagabond currently living on Vancouver Island. Bicycles dominate my life, but I also make time for climbing, hiking, camping, and cats. And if I have time left over after all that, I write about it.
Moist dreams.
Ever since switching on the heating in my place, I still found myself asking the question, “Is it just me, or is it freezing in here?”
Introducing Taylor:
This gadget is a digital thermometer/hygrometer. So far, the answer has been, “It’s just you.”
I purchased it not for the daily reminder that I am reptilian but because I wondered whether I was having trouble falling asleep with how dry the air had gotten since switching on the heat. It doesn’t help that the baseboard heater in my bedroom is right behind my headboard. Imagine waking up repeatedly feeling like this:
Seasonal Affective Disorder season and The Vow.
Hello friends, foes, and everyone in-between.
It’s been a week punctuated by doctor visits, rain showers, and aggressive baking. Last week, I had two doctor appointments. Real appointments… with inconclusive results!
Continue reading “Seasonal Affective Disorder season and The Vow.”Expression of frustration.
Today I bring you enlightenment.
Sparked by this meme, this subject of interpreters came up in a conversation with a friend recently:
I have so many things to say about this. Thankfully, I can say everything without requiring an interpreter. Here I go…
Continue reading “Expression of frustration.”Saccharine dystopia.
HEY EVERYBODY! Thanks for your continued interest in my life.
It’s nice still being relevant. I have also updated my home decor. After six years of sleeping under the stars, I’ve retired my ratty galaxy print duvet cover, of which its rattiness was accelerated not by rats but cats. When I bought it, I’d just moved to Montréal with only a sleeping bag as a bedding option and needed something quickly. The galaxy print stood out among all the beige and floral options, so it made its way into my new home. While I hauled my kitschy bedding back to the west coast in 2019, I thankfully didn’t need to get rid of any mustache or bacon accouterments that were the craze in the 2010s.
Anyway, what thrilling duvet cover have I chosen to sleep under for the next 5-10 years?
Continue reading “Saccharine dystopia.”
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