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This weekend came the day of the Great Seasonal Fuck It, and the plastic came down in a satisfying cellophane tearing. My house has fresh air, and my windowsills have cats. All is right with the world.
We have a car again, along with a newly minted paranoia about potholes. Unfortunately most of the roads we've had to traverse this weekend are full of them. :P Stupid winter/spring transition. Also fuck mud. But having run several solo errands in the car today, ohhh it is nice to be able to drive again. Being behind the wheel does absolutely wonderful soothing things to my brain. Well, when not on a dark road dealing with potholes, intermittent patches whiteout fog and deer with no fear of cars. That was just my Friday night. :P Today thankfully, was free of nonconsensual wildlife, though there was the random muffler lying in the middle of U-Drive earlier today that everyone had to drive very carefully around... I don't think that counts.
If I had to name one thing that I could say convinced me to never leave New England again, it's the proximity to maple trees and seasonal sugar shacks. My gods, but maple syrup is a hell of a thing. Especially over some french toast and farm bacon.
Some days I hate being an empathic person. This week was periodically taken up with helping the kids' grandfather do the final cleanout of their house, as it's been sold and the closing is on April 1. Tonight was pretty much his last night there. Ever. Obviously there were some weapons grade emotional shit to be dealt with - lot of living done in that place. Of course I absorb that stuff like a sponge, and not being in exactly stable emotional space myself owing to tired, off my meds for a few days, and the monthy eruption of Mount Uterus, I had a few moments in the car of the sads myself, even though my attachment to that house is... well, not minimal, really, I've spent a bit of time there over the past five years and had a few memorable times there previously as well. I guess it got me in the same place where watching the husband leave a final kiss on River's steering wheel before she got picked up did. Endings always get me. Especially emotionally loaded ones.
Had a really good weekend with the kids - they love the new bed arrangement, even if it's a little weird for us having Kidzilla crashing in the corner of our room now, I'm much comfier having her upstairs than in the living room. We had a really fun outing yesterday taking them to the sugar shack and Yankee Candle. And... I don't know... it was pretty low key otherwise, but it was nice to have them around.
My beads came in for Banzai Bill! I've also been working on the website and it looks reasonably close to where it should be now. I'll keep tweaking it, but the major fixes are pretty much there. Just have to finish updating the pictures and figure out a way to reorganize my projects now that there have been more of them. Boo's finally hit the internet on more than just Instagram, and maybe this week I'll get him up on Etsy too.
Not a single high below 50, nor a low below 30 forecasted for the next 10 days... and meanwhile, being able to crack the window and actually hear the rain as it comes down for once is a glorious thing
We have a car again, along with a newly minted paranoia about potholes. Unfortunately most of the roads we've had to traverse this weekend are full of them. :P Stupid winter/spring transition. Also fuck mud. But having run several solo errands in the car today, ohhh it is nice to be able to drive again. Being behind the wheel does absolutely wonderful soothing things to my brain. Well, when not on a dark road dealing with potholes, intermittent patches whiteout fog and deer with no fear of cars. That was just my Friday night. :P Today thankfully, was free of nonconsensual wildlife, though there was the random muffler lying in the middle of U-Drive earlier today that everyone had to drive very carefully around... I don't think that counts.
If I had to name one thing that I could say convinced me to never leave New England again, it's the proximity to maple trees and seasonal sugar shacks. My gods, but maple syrup is a hell of a thing. Especially over some french toast and farm bacon.
Some days I hate being an empathic person. This week was periodically taken up with helping the kids' grandfather do the final cleanout of their house, as it's been sold and the closing is on April 1. Tonight was pretty much his last night there. Ever. Obviously there were some weapons grade emotional shit to be dealt with - lot of living done in that place. Of course I absorb that stuff like a sponge, and not being in exactly stable emotional space myself owing to tired, off my meds for a few days, and the monthy eruption of Mount Uterus, I had a few moments in the car of the sads myself, even though my attachment to that house is... well, not minimal, really, I've spent a bit of time there over the past five years and had a few memorable times there previously as well. I guess it got me in the same place where watching the husband leave a final kiss on River's steering wheel before she got picked up did. Endings always get me. Especially emotionally loaded ones.
Had a really good weekend with the kids - they love the new bed arrangement, even if it's a little weird for us having Kidzilla crashing in the corner of our room now, I'm much comfier having her upstairs than in the living room. We had a really fun outing yesterday taking them to the sugar shack and Yankee Candle. And... I don't know... it was pretty low key otherwise, but it was nice to have them around.
My beads came in for Banzai Bill! I've also been working on the website and it looks reasonably close to where it should be now. I'll keep tweaking it, but the major fixes are pretty much there. Just have to finish updating the pictures and figure out a way to reorganize my projects now that there have been more of them. Boo's finally hit the internet on more than just Instagram, and maybe this week I'll get him up on Etsy too.
Not a single high below 50, nor a low below 30 forecasted for the next 10 days... and meanwhile, being able to crack the window and actually hear the rain as it comes down for once is a glorious thing
