Pgh Lesbian Correspondents

I like calendars – being oriented to date and time are good mental health practices.

I like calendars with attitude. And cats.

In 2025, I had three wall calendars and one daily tear away calendar. The tear away was filled with women’s quotes, but in a bland way that focused on traditional messages. But I made myself read each page before crumbling into the recycling bin.

This year, I have two calendars. One is inspirational cats in sort of an artsy style. A gift from a friend, I like the big bold bright font. When my cats ransack my room, topple my piles of papers, and occupy all of the comfortable parts of the bed, I look to my left to remind myself of their good qualities

The other is titled ‘she believed she could so she FUCKING did.’ I had a similar calendar in 2024 so I was pleased to find it again this year. It feels very Riot Grrl. This helps me find my inner strength when life sucks and the cats are once again occupying the best spots on the bed.

My desk calendar failure led me down a new path to a weekly flippy desk calendar with affirmations, no dates. I bought it from an online maker who turned out to be in Belgium ( I think) so it’s also a worldly calendar.

It’s titled ‘New Plan: Fuck It’  This is more about orienting myself to fucking positive vibes. I’ll lose track of the current week, leading me to flip through the whole thing. I’ll be ready to tame dragons.

I’m writing this mid-January because I just found the ‘she FUCKING did’ calendar. I bought it in November and put it somewhere safe, then promptly forgot the location. Tonight while I was playing with Kinzua, I looked across the room at a new angle and boom. I found it. Cats are great for perspective shifts.

Today has been sort of ‘meh’ so it is great to end it with an accomplishment. I did no laundry, washed no dishes, nor cleaned any surfaces. I hauled yesterday’s laundered bed covers upstairs along with my heated blanket that’s been draped on a kitchen chair for weeks.

Napping cats have prevented me from spreading the covers on the bed. I wrote a blog post. I fed myself and the cats. I learned a little about contract law.

And I interacted with three people.

In other news, Mamma Mia spent the entire day in the living room on a fluffy bed. She walked around, ate, and drank. Then returned to her bed.  For at least nine hours. She’s practically a lap kitty.

I ended my day watching ‘Sunset Boulevard’ on Prime. Wow. What a fantastic movie. The commodity of young women in Hollywood has always been with us. Gloria Swanson was mesmerizing.

When I’m home on (most) Saturday nights, I try to watch a classic movie or otherwise move out of the hum drum streaming.

So I am oriented, semi-accomplished, and a little more artistically informed.

Fuck yeah.