#sandra tome

[artfulfashion]

Valerie Scherzinger for Mango Winter 2022, photographed by Sandra Tome

[polishmodels]

Malgosia Bela - Mango, Spring 2023 Lookbook / Catalog

Photographer: Sandra Tome

source: models.com

[professorpski]

Dress Journal, Volume 48, 2022

This issue of the journal, which is a publication of the Costume Society of America, has many interesting articles, but I was most excited about the One-Hour Dress. It was invented by Mary Brooks Picken to encourage the sale of fabric and sewing lessons in the 1920s. The idea was that any one could make this simple dress in an hour and demonstrations took place under a big clocek at departments stores across the country This article by Sarah Hegge, Shirley Wajda and Mary Worrall which looks at the predecessors to the dress, its origins, marketing, instruction booklets, and even offers a remarkable surviving example. Although you can make the dress in an hour if you are a good dressmaker, the blue one you see here took a remarkable amount of hand embroidery to complete.

Then, there is yet another feature on sewing: the research report by Sarah Sheehan on Pucci sewing patterns from the 1950s through 1970s. I offer you an image of a dress and coat pattern from 1965 with the kind of hat and gloves then still required for formal public clothing.

The cover has an image of Firefighter Mose from an article on the 19th Century American clothing of white nationalism or white folkwear by Sandra Tome. Then, there are articles on Masonic apron, on visibly queer-fashion and trans-fashion brands, on pointe shoes for ballet, as well as reviews of costume books and exhibitions.

To learn more about the Costume Society of America, which is a scholarly organization, go here: https://costumesocietyamerica.com/

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

Don’t mind me I’m just manifesting the Media bullying Montse into quitting

it's already starting!

honestly, if there's enough negative media pressure then anything is possible. i think rfef took spain winning gold for granted and automatically renewed montse through the euro next year. but if there's negative press and unhappy player sentiment, then there's a chance.

i need to think about this some more, but the two spanish names that jump out to me as outside the rfef system enough would be lluís cortés and natalia arroyo.

[rxqueenotd]

The Verdict- Chapter One

Pairing: Vincent Renzi x OFC

Warnings: None (as of now)

A/N: I have eleven chapters of this written so far but a slew of changes to make and things to add. In order to not burn myself out, I won’t be posting this on any sort of schedule. None of this has been beta’d and I’m posting in the midst of a covid fever dream so if there’s any mistakes, simply ignore them.

The morning fog hung low over Paris, a delicate shroud that veiled the city in mystery and whispered of stories untold. Among the ancient streets and grand boulevards, a tale was about to unfold—one that would intertwine the lives of two distinctly different souls.

In the heart of the city, Vincent Renzi stood before the towering edifice of the Palais de Justice. His silhouette, a solitary figure against the sprawling architecture, was a testament to the weight he carried. At forty, Vincent had the kind of presence that commanded attention—not just for his refined appearance, but for the intensity that simmered beneath his calm exterior. Today, that intensity was sharper, fueled by the stakes of the case that awaited him inside.

Vincent was not merely a lawyer; he was a defender of justice, a role he embraced with unwavering dedication. The case he was about to undertake was personal, representing his friend Sandra, who had been caught in a nightmare she claimed was a fabrication. Accused of a crime as sensational as it was tragic—pushing her husband out of a window—Sandra's innocence was a truth Vincent held unshakeable.

As he made his way through the corridors of justice, Vincent's thoughts were on the battle ahead. The case was complex, tangled in a web of evidence and emotion, and it demanded not just legal expertise but a deep understanding of human nature. It was a challenge Vincent was ready to face, driven by a conviction that the law, in its purest form, was about protecting the innocent and uncovering the truth.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, an ambitious American lawyer was preparing for a journey that would change the course of her career. With a keen interest in international law and a hunger for experience beyond the confines of American courtrooms, she viewed the opportunity to shadow a French lawyer as a doorway to a new world. Little did she know, her path would lead her to Vincent Renzi, and together, they would embark on a journey that would blur the lines between professional collaboration and personal connection.

Paris awaited her with its charm and challenges, a city ripe with history and alive with the promise of adventure. As she packed her bags, she imagined the streets she would walk, the cases she would explore, and the people she would meet. Among those imagined faces was Vincent's, a partner in law she had yet to meet but whose reputation had preceded him.

The stage was set, the players drawn to their marks by fate and ambition. As the American lawyer's plane touched down on French soil, the first chapter of their story began to write itself, against the backdrop of Paris and the looming majesty of the French Alps. Little did they know, their encounter would be a confluence of minds and hearts, a trial of their beliefs and convictions, and a testament to the unexpected paths life can take.

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The chambers of Vincent Renzi were a world apart from the skyscrapers and modern glass facades that the American lawyer, Leah Bardin, was accustomed to. Nestled in a historic building whose stones whispered tales of centuries past, the office was a reflection of Paris itself—timeless, elegant, and steeped in stories waiting to be told.

Leah stepped inside, her senses immediately enveloped by the rich aroma of aged books and the subtle hint of espresso—a stark contrast to the sterile bustle of her New York firm. She was greeted by walls lined with volumes of legal tomes, certificates of commendation, and an array of photographs capturing moments of triumph and camaraderie.

At the heart of this sanctuary stood Vincent, his back to the door, engrossed in a mountain of case files that sprawled across his desk. The morning light streamed through the window, casting him in a silhouette that accentuated the deliberation in his posture.

Hearing the soft click of the door, Vincent turned, his gaze meeting Leah’s for the first time. In that moment, an unspoken assessment passed between them—a lawyer's instinctive evaluation of an opponent, colleague, and unknown entity all at once.

"Mademoiselle Bardin, I presume?" Vincent's voice broke the silence, his English tinged with the melodious accent of his homeland.

Leah extended her hand, the firmness of her grip belying the flutter of anticipation she felt. "Leah Bardin. It's an honor to meet you, Monsieur Renzi."

Vincent's study of Leah was brief but thorough. Despite his initial reservations about allowing an American lawyer to shadow him, he couldn't deny the determination that shone in her eyes. It was a look he recognized—a reflection of his own passion for the law.

"Please, call me Vincent. 'Monsieur Renzi' makes me feel like one of those ancient tomes on the shelf," he said, a hint of humor softening his features. "I understand you're here to learn about international law, but I must warn you, the case we're embarking on is not for the faint of heart."

Leah’s response was immediate, her resolve clear. "I didn't come all this way for an easy lesson. I'm here to learn, to contribute in any way I can."

Vincent regarded her for a moment longer, then nodded, the initial barrier of formality giving way to a burgeoning respect. "Very well. Let's get to work."

As they delved into the details of Sandra's case, Vincent was surprised by Leah’s insightful questions and her quick grasp of the complexities involved. Leah, in turn, was captivated by Vincent's depth of knowledge and his passionate advocacy for his friend.

Their first meeting, initially marked by caution, evolved into a dynamic exchange of ideas and theories. It was clear that despite their different backgrounds, they shared a common dedication to justice. As the day wore on, the foundation of an unexpected alliance was laid, their mutual respect a testament to the potential of their collaboration.

As Leah left Vincent's office that evening, the streets of Paris bathed in the golden hue of sunset, she felt an exhilarating sense of purpose. And for Vincent, watching her silhouette disappear into the maze of the city, there was an acknowledgment, however grudging, that Leah Bardin might just be the ally he needed in the battle ahead.

[kaseyskat]

shyly offers this to the fantasy high people out there even though im not really in the fandom uhhhhh hi im writing a Thing (the thing is adaine getting kidnapped for the second time)

plain text under the cut:

The second best day of Aelwyn's life starts the same as most days. 

Aelwyn comes out of her trance in the early morning aboard Leviathan, tucked away in her office in the Compass Points library. Ayda had been gracious enough to gift her the space back when Adaine first disappeared, when they had been tirelessly working together to find her sister to no avail. It definitely beat trancing back at Mordred Manor.

Here, nobody gives her that pitiful "I'm so sorry your sister vanished without a trace and cannot be found through any means" look that she was getting 24/7 back in Elmville. Nobody looks twice at the exhaustion in Aelwyn's eyes or the tomes she's been poring over excessively– it's a nice life. 

Still, the Manor is her home, and even as reluctant as she is to return, she promised Jawbone when she first started trancing at the library that she would come for breakfast every day. Proof that she hasn't been vanished too, she supposes. 

As always, she takes her sweet sweet time heading back to the manor. It's not that Aelwyn dislikes her daily breakfast at Mordred, it's just… well, sometimes she just simply does not have the energy to deal with Jawbone, Sandra Lynn, and Lydia without anyone else there as a buffer. Not even Zayn's presence could alleviate the sheer awkwardness of being in a household of adults. 

[lomappreciationblog]

(spoilers for some events in the Dragon Arc and the Jumi Arc!)

As far as I can find in Legend of Mana, the thing about Deathbringer and his army is a plot thread that doesn't really play out in the events of Legend of Mana.

It's more of a background thing that's only explained in the History tome.

Deathbringer himself does appear as a boss fight in "The Ghost of Nemesis," the 3rd quest in the Dragon Arc, where he even has a brief chat with Larc that hints at their shared history.

I am almost sure you can actually rematch a Deathbringer II if you revisit the Bone Fortress, but it only happened once to me so I'm not sure what the triggers for that event is...anyway, during this quest, you do have to fight Deathbringer.

After being defeated, he does leave with these words, but as far as actual plot impact goes, Deathbringer doesn't get to do a lot as Jarara's dragoon...? If anything, Deathbringer has more effect in Drowned Dreams and the background of the Jumi Arc.

In Drowned Dreams, the soldiers who Deathbringer sends on a ship are on a secret quest to find the "ultimate firearm" and that the clues are in Polpota. They even make it clear they're ready to use force...

Elle (accidentally) foils all that, however, when her singing in vicinity caused the ship to sink. Which was probably for the best for Polpota - and I cannot confirm this, but I have read somewhere that Flameshe is related to this ultimate firearm. The concept art in the art book does say Flameshe has fire powers, but I'm not sure if this is actually in the game. So it's possible that Elle also actually saved Flameshe, too, if that's the case, though it does lead to a whole bunch of nastiness for Elle later.

As for Deathbringer's relation to the Jumis, in "Alexandrite" Diana (with Sandra's input) reveals the Jumi had a war with Deathbringer under Diana's leadership, and because of all the casualties this led to Florina damaging her core a lot with her role as Clarius, since she was using up her own core to make Teardrop Crystals.

And Florina being put into that position made Sandra mad, and we all know what hot mess happened next.

Now, again, the game never explained why Diana started a war. Diana doesn't refute Sandra's words so it seems true she did lead the Jumi in a war against Deathbringer, but...to what gain? Sandra made it sound like Diana is just a glory hound who waged a battle she could win since the Jumi are fine as long as Florina did her duty...but Sandra does have a strong bias against her. In the Teardrop Crystal anime, Diana is made a decidedly more sympathetic character in this regard, since it reveals that the war with Deathbringer was for the purpose of reclaiming the Jumi cores his army had acquired, which I can believe. I don't think Rubens or Blackpearl would have fought under Diana if she was just being a warmongering tyrant.

But basically, both cases above conclusively proves Deathbringer is very much an evil jerk emperor so now there is another headscratcher...

It always felt odd to me that Jajara would pick Deathbringer as his dragoon... the History tome makes it sound like Jajara was impressed by Deathbringers's desire not to die, but seeing as Jajara is a dragon who upholds order, and in fact denounces Drakonis for his lust for power and the bloodshed he brings...

It feels odd Jajara would let Deathbringer hang around, and there's no indication at all Jajara tries to stop Deathbringer from sending his army to Polpota...

And apparently, Deathbringer has this whole brainwashing thing going on with his soldiers too. How does Jajara let him get away with this???

When you finish Drowned Dreams and go back to the cape, these two even have this exchange:

So Jajara seems pretty cool with Deathbringer doing shady stuff, even. I wonder what Vadise and Sierra feel about that...

Although...if you take your defeating Deathrbringer in the Dragon Arc as a permanent thing...it's possible Thoma was freed from his brainwashing, or maybe Thona had something to do it, because after Drowned Dreams, he stays on in Polpota.

So he seems to have actually gotten a happy ending.

But yeah, it's kind of funny Deathbringer is hyped up to be this evil emperor but you practically blow past him in one battle and that's it lol.

[fusilsapompe]

Mix Fela par DJ Calzone

Cela peut être affirmé sans risquer de lever le début de la moindre vague d‘indignation : Olufela Olusegun Oludotun Ransome-Kuti alias Fela Kuti est une légende absolue. Si cela paraît évident aujourd’hui, ça ne l’a pas toujours été de son vivant. Il a fallu du temps pour le voir se faire accepter hors des frontières de son pays natal, le Nigéria, où son empreinte indélébile est toujours prégnante en 2023. Il faudrait plusieurs tomes pour expliquer toute son importance, raconter son œuvre et ses collaborations avec de véritables extraterrestres comme l’exceptionnel Tony Allen, qu’il surnommait “l’homme qui joue comme cinq batteurs”. Derrière l’expression « d’artiste engagé » souvent utilisée pour décrire le saxophoniste, on découvre un autre héritage du natif de Lagos. Il a été un opposant farouche à l’ordre établi, et tout au long de sa carrière, une véritable épine dans le pied du régime nigérian, au point de finir en prison au milieu des années 1980 ou d’être victime de nombreux tabassages en règle de la police. Ce combat de plusieurs décennies coûtera la vie à sa mère, Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti, militante féministe et anticoloniale féroce, blessée par un millier de soldats lors d’un assaut d’une violence inouïe de son bastion surnommé « la République de Kalakuta ». Il développera alors une aversion sans limite contre cet état policier. Pour célébrer sa mémoire, Fusils A Pompe s’associe à DJ Calzone pour proposer un mix d’une heure, traversant en accéléré cette carrière aussi dense qu'insaisissable.

A écouter ici ->

Tracklist :

Fela Ransome-Kuti And The Africa 70 - Confusion

Sandra Sings With Fela & Africa 70 - Up Side Down

Fẹla Aníkúlápó Kuti & Africa 70 - V.I.P. (Vagabonds In Power)

Fela Ransome-Kuti And The Africa 70  - I No Get Eye For Back

Fela Ransome-Kuti And The Africa 70 With Ginger Baker - Let's Start

Fela Ransome-Kuti And The Africa 70 - Lady

Mos Def - Fear Not of Man instrumental

Fela Anikulapo Kuti And Roy Ayers - 2,000 Blacks Got To Be Free

Fela Anikulapo Kuti & Afrika 70 - Ikoyi Blindness

Fela Ransome-Kuti And The Africa 70 - Shakara

Fela Ransome-Kuti And The Africa 70 - Igbe (Na Shit)

Fela Anikulapo Kuti & Egypt 80 - Beasts Of No Nation

Fela And Africa 70 - Mr Follow Follow

Sandra Sings With Fela & Africa 70 - Go Slow

Fẹla And Afrika 70 – Sorrow Tears And Blood

Fela Anikulapo Kuti & Afrika 70 - Gba Mi Leti Ki N'Dolowo (Slap Me, Make I Get Money)

Fẹla And Afrika 70 – Colonial Mentality

Fela Ransome-Kuti And The Africa 70 With Ginger Baker - Black Man's Cr

Fela Ransome Kuti & The Africa 70 - Gentleman

INI - Grown Man Sport

Fela Anikulapo Kuti And Roy Ayers - Africa- Centre Of The World

Fela Ransome-Kuti And The Africa 70 With Ginger Baker - (Egbe Mi O) Carry Me I Want To Die

[xian-moriarty]

L’école des mousquetaires, Tome 01.

Bertrand Puard.

2022.

Synopsis :

Et si d'Artagnan ouvrait une école pour rajeunir la troupe des défenseurs du Roi ?1647. Eva et Jules de Sandras vivent heureux avec leur père, en Gascogne. Un soir, ce dernier est brutalement enlevé sous leurs yeux. Malgré tous leurs efforts pour combattre les ravisseurs, les enfants sont impuissants à le sauver. Livrés à eux-mêmes, ils appellent à la rescousse le parrain de Jules... Le célèbre d'Artagnan les embarque à Paris. Ses jeunes protégés lui soufflent alors une idée brillante : s'il ouvrait une école pour former...

Plaisir de lecture :

Premier tome très sympathique.

Des personnages féminins intéressants et qui se battent, même si elles ne sont pas sans défauts.

Une assez bonne connaissance des Trois Mousquetaires.

Pas mal de références.

Note : 3 chats.

Historicité :

Bien que ce ne soit pas le point le plus développé compte tenu du public, l’ensemble reste pertinent.

Note : 3 chats.

Disponibilité :

Papier et numérique.

Adaptation audiovisuelle :

Aucune à ma connaissance.

Bonus Point Chat :

Pas de chat.

Note : 1 chat.

[foxfoots]

@schmem14, I like the way you think. Cool idea, and thanks a bunch for the invite. These are in no particular order. All of these books were chosen because they had a significant impact on how I read, perceive the world, try to conduct my own thoughts and actions. Some of these works are problematic/troubling to me today. I’ve read all of these multiple times and share how my thoughts on them have changed over the years. I hope I’m not too rambly! I'm not tagging anyone, but all who see this are welcome to share.

Coming of Age in Mississippi, Anne Moody. I think was the first memoir by a women involved in the US Civil Rights movement that I read. Moody tells her own life story here in a way that is true and very personal. Her voice and experiences were and are very different from the famous and more lauded male leaders of the movement I’d learned about in high school history classes. The Parchman Prison (and its many atrocities) written about in this memoir still exist.

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen. When I saw previews of the beautiful miniseries on A&E network in 1996 I immediately tore through this novel. Reader, I loved it. I still appreciate the author’s complex use of gender and class expectations. Austen has a wicked wit and sometimes sharp tongue- her real life letters are also a good read.

Fun Home, Alison Bechdel. This memoir changed my opinion on graphic novels (they’re not all comic books about men in tights), and Bechdel’s thoughts on pop culture, queer studies, and feminism are thought provoking. The artwork and writing are fab, funny, tragic, insightful.

Cather in the Rye, JD Salinger. When I was 15 I pulled this off the library shelf, read the first page (phony bastards!), and carried it directly to the circulation desk. Holden Cauffield’s character and narrative voice were a modern splash of cold literary water and introduced me to a different kind of protagonist. I think this is the kind of book you read at different ages/stages in life and see different things. As an adult… wow, Holden’s life if full of neglectful and absent adults.

Readings for Diversity and Social Justice, & Teaching for Diversity and Social Justice, Maurianne Adams et al. These books are/were pivotal in shaping my work as a social justice educator. The teaching guides and bibliographies and articles are designed to challenge bias and privilege and encourage individuals to critically examine institutions and the status quo. They’re now a bit dated and feel very academic…

The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros. This novella is a short read but jam-packed full of beautifully lyrical (almost magical, sometimes) language and life in a working class, Latinx neighborhood. Esperanza shares incredibly insightful observations about culture and prejudice, sexism and sexual assault, gender roles, poverty.

The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley. A book about the Arthurian legends that isn’t dude-centric! This giant tome of a book swept me into a fascination with the various and differing lore of Camelot. Later re-reads seemed troubling in that the violence against women seemed less old-timey misogyny and more just straight up brutal. I can’t read this book anymore because of the revelations of abuse and enabling of abuse by the author- it makes the book’s violence even more disturbing for me.

Coming Home, Rosamunde Pilcher. This is my go-to easy read when I’m feeling nostalgic or sentimental. My favorite of Pilcher’s “Aga Sagas,” this WWII novel clocks in at almost 1,000 pgs and helped fire a lifelong love of stories set in UK.

To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee. I now find this book troubling and racist, but at 17 it was powerful and a felt like an exposé of racial violence and prejudice. No one in my life wanted to discuss these topics. TKAM is flawed and a classic example of the white savior. I think it’s worth comparing the overt racism of Lee’s characters to both modern micro-aggressions and the raging violence we see in hate crimes, policing… pretty much everywhere.

Saint Maybe, Anne Tyler. The best of Tyler’s books, IMO. It’s an absolute gem as she explores her main themes of family life in Baltimore. What is family- are we born to it, or can we create our own definitions and bonds? The characters are incredibly well written. This is a comfort read for me, and re-reading it reminds me that I’m allowed to enjoy “beachy” reads.

[anamelessfool]

In honor of Father's Day, I give you a Dad Secundo HC. (Beach Vacation Edition)

I have a WIP of Dad Magician Secundo (that's going to stay a WIP for a while, btw) so let's do how Secundo runs a beach weekend with his family: (Wife Sandra, son Paul (15) , Eden (8) and Sam (5).)

Running a funeral home is a 24/7 responsibility. It's quite rare to get the opportunity to have the whole family out on a vacation for multiple days, but Secundo moves heaven and earth to make it possible at least once a year. He’s frugal most of the time but spares no expense during these trips. You will go out for ice cream every night. There will be one expensive restaurant meal. You want the squeaky rubber dolphin at the 5&10? You will get it. This is one of the only times he will say yes to any request, so don't miss this opportunity.

You will get to the beach at 7AM. He will attempt to carry literally everything (and reluctantly let Sandra and Paul help) , set it all up, and then sleep like a beached whale under the umbrella for two hours. Do not, under any circumstances, disturb him during any part of this process.

Once he wakes up he will hand out snacks and sandwiches to everyone. He does most of the cooking in the family, so it is all made by him exactly to their liking and made well. Then he'd either build a sandcastle with Sam and Eden or read one of his grimoires. It's odd to see him sitting in a faded punny tee shirt, straw hat and sunglasses reading some heinous looking five hundred year old cursed tome but hey that's your dad for you.

Paul will be reading his required summer books at some point. There are no exceptions. Secundo trusts his son to do the right thing but he will be quizzed later. Secundo takes the younger kids and Sandra out for a beach combing walk. He can't walk too far anymore but he finds walking along the beach and chatting with his wife as their kids run feral through the waves one of his most cherished memories.

You will be there at 7AM and you will not leave until you can barely see your hands in front of your face. What part of “We are having a beach day” did you not freaking understand?

The last night is always reserved for mini golf, and as he approaches the place the owner's face starts twisting in anxious recognition. There was one year that Secundo putted a perfect score of 18, and he has been chasing that ever since. Paul is equally intense about mini golf and Sandra at some point will take the littles out for ice cream and leave the two of them to finish their hours long game. The owner of the place eventually stands next to them, keys and jacket in hand, waiting for them to finish up by the last windmill challenge and hoping they all get out of there by 10 pm.

[artfulfashion]

Ella Rattigan by Sandra Tomé, photographed for Mango Winter 2022

[bellshazes]

finally watching the defunctland disney channel video and the hyper-specific emotion of solving the mystery of a long-lost obscure piece of music but also the handful of people along the way who died not long before you started and they were alive when you were an adult and you just missed your chance by a couple years, maybe five, and nobody ever will get the chance to and oh my god.

there was this orchestra librarian who got to meet the old LO producer - who'd worked alongside howard scott & rick & took over in the later years - and it was from him that the LO retreived the only known master copies (unedited, unfortunately). i wish i could've asked how kazdin came to have the tapes because i know it had to do with iron mountain storage and the end of the era but i wish i could've asked him. the librarian was very kind in talking to me and i still think of him fondly, but jesus.

the two other people who have ever seriously written about the history of the LO are two dead women. she died in 2017, after i'd already begun my interest in the LO but before I had started reading the dissertations, one of which she wrote. when the old GM of the orchestra left, she never responded to my attempts to return it, so it's on my shelf right now, two enormous spiralbound tomes. it is one of very few copies in the world, and it is the most comprehensive source of information on the most ambitious, prolific orchestra recording project in human history. it will never be surpassed, and without sandra, i would have never known. i hope she knew her work mattered. i hope mine does, to somebody, someday.

[mia-studyhaus]

5 Minutes, 5 Words - #57

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Qualm /kwɑːm/ (n.) - an uneasy feeling of doubt, worry, or fear, especially about one's own conduct; a misgiving.

Maria had some qualms about how she would cope with staying in a dormitory at university after having lived with her family her entire life.

Tome /təʊm/ (n.) - a book, especially a large, heavy, scholarly one.

My love for Medicine started when I came across a tome about anatomy at a book fair when I was just 11.

Brusque /brʊsk/ (adj.) - abrupt or offhand in speech or manner.

Sandra, who was known for being very polite, surprised everyone with her unusually brusque behaviour today.

Haggard /ˈhæɡəd/ (adj.) - looking exhausted and unwell, especially from fatigue, worry, or suffering.

Harry had studied very intensively for the test - his haggard appearance at school had said it all.

Panoply /ˈpænəpli/ (n.) - an extensive or impressive collection.

The millionaire's house was more a panoply of luxuries than a place of residence.

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Definitions from: Oxford Languages.

IPA Phonetic Transcription (UK English) from: tophonetics.com

Sentences are fictitious, though they may be based on real issues.

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[mantecol]

sandra, oh sandra querida de mi alma. espero que hayas recibido mi email y te de tanta pero tantísima pena que me tomes para el año que viene

[trastumuerte]

No. 5

Hoy es jueves y me dan ganas de escribir de nuevo, la lluvia, las nubes y el frio son agravantes de este proceso de escritura, extraño un abrazo tuyo y acurrucarnos en la cama como lo hubiéramos hecho en una tarde con este clima, acompañado de palabras y frases del tipo “vente, acuéstate conmigo” “no hagas nada” “ven, tapate aquí conmigo”. A pesar de eso, aquí estoy escribiendo, me acompaña esta tarde mi taza de café, pero esta vez tiene té verde con un poco se sustituto de azúcar, porque seguimos guardando el ayuno como lo hacíamos, ese ritual que nos propusimos seguir como un estilo de vida lo sigo respetando, tambien como promesa a la disciplina que nos teníamos en la alimentación. Siempre decíamos que el ayuno, te puede ayudar a “vivir más tiempo” y ahora pienso “para que vivir más tiempo si no es contigo”, sin embargo, lo respeto, todavía me falta mucho por vivir.

El martes pasado fui a la sesión con la T. Sandra, platicamos sobre las emociones por tu cumpleaños, le platicaba que el ritual que hice me conecto contigo, con nuestros gustos y que cuando uno dice “feliz cumpleaños a donde quiera que estes” yo si se donde estas, porque estas conmigo todos los días, en mi corazón, en mi mente, en mis palabras, en mis hábitos. Todas esas cosas son una parte de ti, y la manera mas sana de seguir adelante con mi vida es verlo desde ese punto espiritual. Yo creo y tengo fe de que ese camino es la respuesta.

Platicamos de otros temas como las emociones de “ese primer día”. Sentí por un instante como si hubiera recaído en el dolor y la ausencia, pero creo que es normal por la fecha, la constancia en esos malestares puede ser una recaída, no esta mal recaer, esta mal no reconocerlo y trabajar en ello para salir siempre de esos males. La noche paso con normalidad, me puse a jugar PlayStation y dormí temprano, porque despertar a las 05:00 am para iniciar el día cuesta trabajo, pero lo veo como un acto de disciplina y resiliencia en estos días difíciles.

El miercoles inicio muy bien, traje lo que sobró del panque de zanahoria para compartir con las compañeras del trabajo, platicamos lindo y tomamos café. El trabajo paso rápido, firmando documentos y revisando avances de los procesos que manejo. Al salir del trabajo la manejada la veo como algo normal, trafico, lluvia, mucho ruido, estar alerta enfocado en llegar seguro. Paso que tenia que poner gasolina, y me detuve en una de las gasolinas en donde solíamos detenernos a cargar el tanque, lo dije con tus mismas palabras “lleno de roja por favor joven” le di la misma propina que solías darle. Ese momento no fue algo agradable, llegar el mismo lugar que antes pero ahora sólo me lleno de lágrimas los ojos. El señor me dijo “que bueno que no se quede las lagrimas joven” y le dije “gracias”. No me dijo más, encendí de nuevo la camioneta y me fui llorando hacia casa. Regresar a esos “nuestros lugares” es difícil y trato de evitarlos, por mi mente pasaba “en ese lugar Fernando cargaba gas mientras yo hacia compras (coca zero y papitas) para darle en la boca”. No busco evitar esos lugares, simplemente adoptar nuevos buscando un poco más de autonomía, nuevos recuerdos, espacios míos.

Agende cita para cortarme el cabello, en un nuevo lugar al que he ido en estos 3 meses, un lugar al que Fernando no hubiera ido. Esos pequeños nuevos actos en nuevos lugares, aunque difíciles al principio, me hacen aceptar aun mas la idea de la muerte de mi viejo. Ya me estan conociendo, ya me platican y me dicen ¿lo vas a querer como siempre güero? y yo platico y paso unos minutos con el barbero muy triviales pero muy tranquilos. Regrese a casa, planche un par de camisas, me hice mi desayuno, tome una ducha y nuevamente dormí temprano para iniciar a las 05:00 am.

Sigo celebrando los logros diarios, pensando en positivo y afrontando retos que la vida me pone, como el primer cumpleaños del fallecido. Que momentos tan duros, emocionales y difíciles.

Aquí sigo Fer, amigos, familia como decimos acá “al pie del cañón” amando la vida, a mi gordito, a mí, tratando de ser un nuevo yo.