Erin Rs

Iced over parking lot and entry that has not been cleared. A yellow caution sign welcomes you

The entry way at work. That caution sign is working over time.

Photo of a fat white woman (myself) in a striped top with a black skirt, white sandals, and a black crossbody bag. Short brown hair, whipped by the wind. I am looking away from the camera, out at the sea, with a hand on the rail of the deck.

The highlight of my company retreat/cruise was watching birds I don't normally see in Texas

A USPS mailbox in New York City

USPS quietly changed its postmark rules — mail is no longer dated when you drop it off. The “official” date is when it hits automated sorting — sometimes days later

Which could have major implications for mail in voting — it’s a clever way to disenfranchise voters that’s going largely overlooked

I understand you're retiring your shop but if you are ever open to candle & soap commissions, I've grown quite attached to the candle I got from you.

I bought one of your candles (Otherworld) at a small indie game convention in February. Despite being Silent Hill themed, the scent has been a great comfort to me as it reminds me of my late mom. Thank you for bee-ing (pun intended) a comfort .

from the Lindsey Vonn article

Also I never want to hear a positive word about Marjorie Taylor Greene or Henry Cuellar ever again. She isn't against genocide, she just wants to kill US instead of Palestinians. And he's a forced birth right winger.

Trump implying that one of his supporters murdered Rob Reiner for criticizing him is really something

Photo of a photo of a family outdoors on a sunny day, at a college graduation. From left to right: my dad, in a tie and mostly black; myself, a red haired woman in cap and gown; my mom, an obese woman with wild gray hair; my sister, a young obese woman with Downs syndrome, sitting in a wheelchair. Everyone except my sister is smiling. My sister looks bored and annoyed, possibly tired, her eyes shut. Mom and my sister are both wearing paler clothes than dad and I. The photo is badly centered, with the focal point being my dad and myself in the center, an empty space of greenery at the left, and my mom and sister taking up the right.

My college graduation. I don't recall who took the photo. Possibly my ex. Whoever it was, they centered on my dad and me. My mom and sister, at the right, feel heavily out of balance in the photo's composition.
A rare family photo when none of us played photographer.

I need all PSAs to match this tone

Close enough

Let’s ruin Ireland for you

Photo of a black cat on a perch at the top of a cat tree. Due to the lighting, the only details visible are an ear tip and the cat's yellow eyes.

I adore how this elusive, aloof cat haunts my house

"Still, why would the same compound relieve and also cause pain?..."
They really thought they did something there. The author should check out the side effect warnings on meds sometimes. The wrong dose of anything can fuck you up.

an ugly pastel living room color palette

closeup on some shapes

closeup on some other shapes

am I insane or did Pantone use AI to generate palettes for their shitty color of the year

We got Weird Al out here singing Killing In The Name, the time for moderation is over

White board doodle that says "Hi Gigi! We love you. ❤️" over a doodle of four figures: Mom (woman in wheelchair with wild hair), Big Sis (standing woman with glasses), Ginger (short woman with long hair), Dad (man with glasses).

A year ago, my sister started her short time in hospice. I drew this for her in her room. Mom couldn't be there, as she was bed bound in palliative care at a nursing home.

Toots remains a cat of mysterious vibes

Line drawing of a dead cow wearing a Santa hat and t-shirt slu,oed against a wall with its tongue hanging out. The shirt says "NOW I HAVE A COW TOOL HO HO HO".

actually Die Hard is a Cow Tools movie

Brown pitbull asleep on a couch. The pitbull is wearing a pink sweater and is curled up.

Sweater weather. Aka, jelly bean. Aka, jacket potato. Aka pitiful pittie winter edition

And yet every time I drove by, there were DoorDash drivers picking up orders. Who are these people who want Waffle House but not the dull experience? Where does this land on the Waffle House FEMA scale?

Concerned pitbull eyes a D&D map of snowy seaside.

Dungeons and Dragons and Daisy. Crycation day 3.

The Waffle House is Delivery Only.

Today is day 2, and far less overwhelming. A quiet day, dinner with my dad and family. The calmer pace is easier to let the waves of grief and pain come and go, and find calm and even joy.

Day 1 of Crycatuon was yesterday, Thanksgiving with inlaws. My brother in law said I looked like I was going to the Tour De France (because I was wearing a scarf).
I told him "thanks, the scarf was my dead mother's!"

My hand, touching my mom's, as she lay in her bed the day before she passed

Grief never ends, it just changes shape. Sometimes it quiets and softens. It's a loud grief week for me, and I'm taking a crycation so I don't have to struggle through work and grief and flashbacks and everything in between while at work.

My mom's fading light rallied to worry and comfort and mourn with us through my sister's days in hospice and her passing. Not long after, her memories faded again, and she forgot what happened to Ginger. Less that 2 months later, she passed.

When I shut off my work laptop today, I began my crycation-vacation. Like a staycation, for grief. A year ago, my sister failed to improve, and was soon moved to hospice, while my mom was in palliative care.

A leg in purple tights, extended towards a purple leaved plant in a bed of corporate landscaping

When I blend into the scenery, I mean this one specific plant at work

A cherubic faced woman, middle aged, with dated 90s glasses and blouse. Her hair has been replaced with blue sky and clouds

A woman in her 30s holds her 1year old child with Downs in her lap, as the child's 3 year old sister holds an 80s play pad. The mother guides her younger daughter's hand to press a button. The hair and the shadows behind the mother and younger daughter have been replaced with clouds

First drafts of some art I've been wanting to do about my mom and sister. I reprinted a bunch of photos so I'm not cutting up originals