Right now, I think only the one sister is pinging me. I figure the others are just bloggers' way of keeping me from quitting, you know, a little ping on the head or something...
DANG, I was on a writing roll back then. I miss those days of easy typing, when it just billowed out of me, or bellowed, I guess.
Flip was sick today, and kept me up half the night, then helpfully threw up her entire dinner and breakfast onto the shop broadloom. Thank dog it's cheap. I wish we'd insisted they remove all the broadloom at the new shop
I am so digging cleaning up vomit with one wipe, as opposed to major freakin' surgical intervention. That's at new house, you see. ALL hardwood or tile (not brand new, very well doggynail used, but just fine!
I'm ridiculously enjoying being a house-cleaner. The object of cleaning looks cleaner when I'm done. I have a full-sized ironing board, and it floors me to think I just typed that. I even used it for a week or so. I've backed off, as my hands were/are really starting to (stifles whine). AND I discovered the medium setting on a dryer, a new fangled invention indeed.
Ah, well, only way to keep the fingers fit is to use 'em, right? I've been using the heck out of them, and they've been paining me a bit. Okay, a lot. Doctor knows I won't take medications, so she just points out that I have arthritis. As you can maybe imagine, this keeps my hands from frivolous work, such as not-so-creative writing. I'm out of practise, and my guilt level triples when I type. I could be doing work for my company, right now. Or cleaning my pretty new/old rented house. Or doing laundry. Pruning, I have a ton of pruning to do. All finger/hand intensive.
Never mind I've been up since before 6am and worked all day, home to cooking dinner and giving dogs water/food/play, and and and. The hours in the day have shortened again, and that's just part of time and it's vagaries.Whine successfully quashed... Whew!!
The girls have settled in very nicely, really. I have a list of things I love about new house, and realized I had nothing on the bad side of the list. It's all good. Now, there IS some bad, but it has nothing to do with the house. My new little old town is putting in sanitary sewers, and ayup, they're working right out there.. Noisy!! Getting used to road noise has been a challenge. It's constant, through the day, and starts every morning about 5am. At least, that's when I wake up... But I usually wake up early, so it's NBD.
Blaze loathes the soil compactor, giant vibrator that sounds like a giant is walking towards you.
Flip isn't a fan either.
I will tell you this. It's been a secret for a while. I have a perfectly reasonable fear of happiness. I very rarely allow my own self the emotion of happiness, except where my dogs and work are concerned. Every single time I've ever allowed myself a smidgen of (I can't name it, or..) something really bad happens. I mean, it's just SAFER this way! I can still feel okay. I just don't feel (backspace x5) that. Weird, huh?
No wonder I've taken this blog private, off and on, jeesh, I really am that schizo old aunt, now!
Good ol' SarcastaBitch. For the family reading, which is the only reading to be done, SB, (female humanoid with horses) early in our internet horse-related dialogues, thought I sounded like, um, that crazy aunt. Which I AM, but that's besides the point. Somehow!
Funny. SB's doing great, which is great! I hope all my readers that still brave the blog (and especially those that don't brave the blither) keep doing great. It makes me...
You know.
It's a very cautious optimism I'm feeling, so don't worry.
p.s. This was originally written late november of 2013, and edited a bit (much). I'm kicking it into 2014, for obvious reasons.
I am SO glad 2013 is OVER.
I hope this video loads. A reminder for me of what spring is going to sound like, if it EVER returns again..
whew.
Triskie-phobe out!
