@deepgreenthumbs.bsky.social
Urban habitat gardener. Mobility-impaired fitness enthusiast. Data engineer. Polyglot. Full-strength cat lady. Quad-cultural and socially awkward in all of them. she/her
Petition demanding and end to the use of private, for-profit prisons for ICE detainees.
Fun fact, the shrinking prison population--good news for our society--was bad news for private, for-profit prisons...who are now raking in record profits off ICE's abduction victims.
eh, 6/5 what the heck
I remember my doctor telling me to bring my cane anyway, on good days, "so people will see you and be careful of you"
The hell they will! I'm treated so much better, that I am physically safer without it, when I can manage.
Does that seem a little ironic to anyone else?
Never mind that putting me through all that actually wastes more of their time, than if they just took a side step; I am now a Lesser Human and I shall not be allowed to occupy Their Space. These same people are perfectly civil to me when I can walk.
5/5
On my two-cane days, I lose all claim to public space. I'm scowled at yelled at, deliberately crowded...notably, I'm consistently expected to be the one to stop, change direction, and move out and around able bodied people who want to occupy the space I'm in...and boy, do they ever.
4/5
Make those crutches a cane, and strangers get impatient with me even if I'm limping faster than they're walking. They even make a point to catch up, get back in front of me, and go first when the walk sign turns. I'm less impaired than on crutches, but now it's part of my identity, I guess.
3/4ish
I'm tall, considered nice-looking, and white presenting, so before all this happened, I was aware that I moved through society with minimal friction, even some deference. Add crutches, and I received sympathy for my (apparently temporary?) situation...
2/4ish
There's this weird thing that happens with people and (perceived) disability. The last decade plus, whether I need a cane or not, or even two canes, any given day, depends on a lot of factors, and I can tell you that I experience very different Americas, depending on my perceived disability.
1/4ish
Two fans hang in the foreground, blowing air into the space under a kitchen sink, while a tortoiseshell cat sits inside the under-sink space, and another crosses in front, blurred by the motion.
I put in a maintenance request for the leaking sink. There was a place to upload a photo. Okay!
06.09.2025 21:11 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
An orange tuxedo cat lounges under a stool with his "arms" stretched forward, showing off his neat, white bib and white paws.
Implied drama! Barely a minute later, a split-face tortoiseshell cat crouches a bit defensively under the same stool.
Victory! Not two minutes after that, the orange tuxedo cat is back under the stool, again with his front paws stretched out, and this time, a distinct air of self satisfaction.
Six minutes ago...five minutes ago...four minutes ago 🙃
01.09.2025 18:47 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Just posted 2 new jobs to help lead @propublica.org’s data journalism teams:
-Deputy Data Editor grnh.se/09e701d06us
-Deputy News Applications Editor grnh.se/8326c06d6us
These are management positions — you’ll lead a team of journalists using data and coding skills to do good. Interested? Apply!
A long-haired, blue-eyed, point color cat gazes into the camera looking like the royalty she believes she is.
Her Ladyship, the Countess Ekaterina von Flüffenschmerz was crying at me so urgently and so insistently, I thought she might be in pain, needing to go back to the vet, or something similar.
After a tense couple of minutes, it turned I was sitting where she wanted to sit. 🫠
An orange tabby cat with white socks and mittens lounges in a hammock with is feet in the air.
Wee Oliver is having an are-we-sure-this-small-appliance-doesn't-come-apart kind of morning. 🙃
(This is Oliver)
Yes please 🌱
18.01.2025 07:00 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Hugs! I get it; I was just telling a friend what a blessing it is to be nowhere near my fundie family members.
Since enrolling in my grammy's tribe, over my mother's objections (because shamanism 🙄), I claim a get-out-of Thanksgiving-free card.
Not sure about Christmas yet...there will be cats.
