The more I put the pieces together I'm sure a neighbor who got my mail by mistake dropped it off at my door.
The Cantina Staring Back At You From The Abyss
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hmmm... I wonder if I can convince the Kid to put tomato in one? Always trying to find more ways to get more veggies in the kid.
Hooray for frozen pizza fetching! (And is it wrong to admit I'm usually too lazy to flip fish sticks in the oven? But, then, I also cook chicken tenders hotter than they say to cook them...)
And Friday afternoon.
On the plus side, I made myself go out and hit a couple bookstores. Did not get lunch, though, because I had to get home with groceries and diesel. So that was nice.
On the minus side... you knew there'd be one, didn't you? Well, it ain't the engine light, but the right front brake is making a not-good noise now. And too much brake dust. Again.
Sooo... yeah.
My current plan, since it's almost the end of stud season anyway, is to take the car down to the tire place at opening time tomorrow and have them take a look. In the very off chance they don't find a problem, at least I can get my studs off and not have to go in again. (This will also guarantee that we'll get whalloped with snow, but I still have chains in the trunk so screw it.)
I am so. beyond. done. with. this. car...
And now I can't even get lunch. I was very good and didn't get lunch on the way home (vaguely considered it until I was nearly home and the brake started making that weird noise I didn't like - and of course I hit every frellin' red and lollygagger on the road after that), but now the kitchen is occupied so I can't even heat up soup.
FML
And Friday afternoon.
On the plus side, I made myself go out and hit a couple bookstores. Did not get lunch, though, because I had to get home with groceries and diesel. So that was nice.
On the minus side... you knew there'd be one, didn't you? Well, it ain't the engine light, but the right front brake is making a not-good noise now. And too much brake dust. Again.
Sooo... yeah.
My current plan, since it's almost the end of stud season anyway, is to take the car down to the tire place at opening time tomorrow and have them take a look. In the very off chance they don't find a problem, at least I can get my studs off and not have to go in again. (This will also guarantee that we'll get whalloped with snow, but I still have chains in the trunk so screw it.)
I am so. beyond. done. with. this. car...
And now I can't even get lunch. I was very good and didn't get lunch on the way home (vaguely considered it until I was nearly home and the brake started making that weird noise I didn't like - and of course I hit every frellin' red and lollygagger on the road after that), but now the kitchen is occupied so I can't even heat up soup.
FML
Junior Cat is home! And fed twice already (because of course). And yikes, is that lump big now his jaw is shaved. No wonder it's been troubling him. Aaand it's going to be over a week before the results come in. *sigh* Gonna be hard not to stress over that all week.
At least I got new meds for his snotty nose. And they're the same as my emergency meds for the tiny eye volcanoes. Weeeird, I never realised cats could take so much human medication for different things.
At least I got new meds for his snotty nose. And they're the same as my emergency meds for the tiny eye volcanoes. Weeeird, I never realised cats could take so much human medication for different things.
Oh, they do that in other places too? I thought I was imagining it. But then again, I wouldn't be at all surprised it's done to make it look like they're delivering packages speedier than they really are. I wish they wouldn't do that. It's so stressful to have to chase a package, fearing it lost, when it's still lounging in the delivery van. Like, I don't mind waiting a day or two longer, next-day-delivery is crazy luxury for anything not life-threatening. But I hate the uncertainty of being in package-limbo.
Ooh, mice don't like peppermint? Filing that fact away for further use. I love the smell of pepermint oil.So I don’t think they’re gone, but after I scrubbed the whole kitchen the other day and dribbled a line of peppermint oil along the edge of the tiles (I remember getting mouse repellent sachets for the car once upon a time when I had that mouse problem as well, and learned that it was basically a mix of seeds and peppermint, so I figured I’d give it a shot in the house) I haven’t actually seen the meeses or their turds, which is an improvement. The oven still stinks, but maybe if we pull it apart and clean it again, do the peppermint oil treatment back behind there, they’ll stay away…
Peppermint oil's a "natural" rodent repellent, but it has to be reapplied often. (And like other things, I think they can adapt...) I'm trying it in my car... and not the watered-down suggested dosage. I'm flingin' dropper tubes full of the straight stuff all over the danged engine at this point. Can't hurt, and it smells better than the commercial pest repelling sprays (that often have capsacin in them, that irritating stuff from peppers, so totally not what you want in your car engine or coming through the air vents).
And hooray for returned cats! Fingers crossed on the test results... And cats are so weird about meds. Some stuff they'll take fine, maybe better than people. Others that seem benign enough for humans, like many common painkillers... poison.
Time to start breakfast-for-dinner stuff. Because today's a day for breakfast for dinner if ever there was one, dang it...
And hooray for returned cats! Fingers crossed on the test results... And cats are so weird about meds. Some stuff they'll take fine, maybe better than people. Others that seem benign enough for humans, like many common painkillers... poison.
Time to start breakfast-for-dinner stuff. Because today's a day for breakfast for dinner if ever there was one, dang it...
Dinner done, dishes washed, and I wrenched my ankle filling a hummingbird feeder - the same one that tried to kill me last time.
Yes, this is the ankle I need to drive with tomorrow morning, to deal with the tires and brakes. I can walk on it, but it's going to be nice and stiff by tomorrow, I'm sure.
FML.
Seriously, FML...
Yes, this is the ankle I need to drive with tomorrow morning, to deal with the tires and brakes. I can walk on it, but it's going to be nice and stiff by tomorrow, I'm sure.
FML.
Seriously, FML...
Homocidal hummingbird feeder is my next band name.
I hope it won't be too annoying tomorrow for you.
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So I just did a count of Junior Cat's meds. There's nose drops, three times a day. Eye drops, three times aday. Powder for his digestion, one packet a day. Pill for his digestion, once a day. Pill for the congestion, once a day. And I best stagger those through-out the day. Heh, and I thought the feeding was the issue, gonna need a bloody spreadsheet for this.
I hope it won't be too annoying tomorrow for you.
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So I just did a count of Junior Cat's meds. There's nose drops, three times a day. Eye drops, three times aday. Powder for his digestion, one packet a day. Pill for his digestion, once a day. Pill for the congestion, once a day. And I best stagger those through-out the day. Heh, and I thought the feeding was the issue, gonna need a bloody spreadsheet for this.
The humms themselves are homicidal... figures the feeders would try to kill me, too.
Good luck juggling medicine!
And Saturday morning, waiting at the tire shop for the brake verdict.
Good luck juggling medicine!
And Saturday morning, waiting at the tire shop for the brake verdict.
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I guess jokes at algorithms' expense have been around for a long while, but I still was vaguely amused at how my order of :
* 1 yard lime green stretch velvet fabric embroidered with green sequins
got me recommendations for the allegedly "Related items":
* 1 yard lime green stretch velvet fabric embroidered with green sequins
got me recommendations for the allegedly "Related items":
- Heirloom giant snow pea garden seeds
- Spotted bee balm garden seeds
- Organic hibiscus tea
- White foxglove garden seeds
- 5 pounds fresh organic turmeric
- Blue lavender flower buds
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(At least the time I ordered a length of shiny spandex fabric, I could *just* see a connection to all the fetish wear "Related items" they suggested I might also want ...)
Someone broke into the mailbox and stole everything. We fixed the lock, but now I'm worried they have stolen something important, like a vitamin delivery.
I grew up in a house with a gas stove you had to light with a match. I was not permitted to cook on it by myself until I was in sixth grade, I think. But after that, I never stopped.
I grew up in a house with a gas stove you had to light with a match. I was not permitted to cook on it by myself until I was in sixth grade, I think. But after that, I never stopped.
Boo for mail theft!
Hooray for hilarious algorithms!
And back from the tire shop. The verdict on the brake:
Waiiit for it...
Nothing.
Nothing at all was wrong with the brakes. Despite the noise (which it now isn't doing, of course). Despite the copious amount of black brake dust all over the one (and only one) hubcap.
The shocks are getting old, he said, but apparently that was the closest explanation.
Eh, well... at least the tires got swapped. (And, knock on keyboard - ijkikk;ioki, that was a keyboard being knocked - no lights on the dash to celebrate yet.)
It's Mom's b-day, so later we're going out to pick up dinner at the chicken place she likes. I picked up a cake for her on the way home from the tire shop. (Chocolate pudding cake, with the spray whipped cream.)
For now, I'm just putting my foot up and giving the ankle a rest. It's no worse, at least.
Hooray for hilarious algorithms!
And back from the tire shop. The verdict on the brake:
Waiiit for it...
Nothing.
Nothing at all was wrong with the brakes. Despite the noise (which it now isn't doing, of course). Despite the copious amount of black brake dust all over the one (and only one) hubcap.
The shocks are getting old, he said, but apparently that was the closest explanation.
Eh, well... at least the tires got swapped. (And, knock on keyboard - ijkikk;ioki, that was a keyboard being knocked - no lights on the dash to celebrate yet.)
It's Mom's b-day, so later we're going out to pick up dinner at the chicken place she likes. I picked up a cake for her on the way home from the tire shop. (Chocolate pudding cake, with the spray whipped cream.)
For now, I'm just putting my foot up and giving the ankle a rest. It's no worse, at least.
Yes! And perhaps one day even zucchini!hmmm... I wonder if I can convince the Kid to put tomato in one? Always trying to find more ways to get more veggies in the kid.
Me too! I have a tiny bottle I’ve always used to dab on my temples when I get headaches, very satisfying. I suppose it’s probably too strong for little mousey noses to want to be around. Though yes, it does wear away fairly quickly, and should probably do another dousing in the kitchen to be safe. Hey, maybe I’ll actually finally use up this little bottle someday! A little goes a long way, so I feel like I’ve had this same bottle forever. Which I guess is a good thing, very economical.
Speaking of things that take for-ev-er… pork shoulder in the smoker yesterday! It went on at 9 am, I was finally shredding it up and putting it away past midnight, as per usual.
But lemme tell you: SO FREAKING GOOD! We still struggle with consistency in ribs and other things like that, but we do seem to have the pork shoulder down. Just have to expect it will take literally all day every time.Out of curiosity, when the shoulder is in the smoker, do you have to do stuff to it? Turn it, baste it, etc?Yes! And perhaps one day even zucchini!
Speaking of things that take for-ev-er… pork shoulder in the smoker yesterday! It went on at 9 am, I was finally shredding it up and putting it away past midnight, as per usual.
If not, why not start it at 9 PM, and let it smoke quietly all night, and shred it in the morning? Because it sound delicious, and if it was less of an all-day headache maybe you could do it more often?
Warning: very long story and I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody outside of a small circle of friends*:
Our neighborhood has had mail thefts for years: Bellevue. I bought a sturdy locking box from a lock and safe shop in Bellevue—$160. The assholes took a crowbar to it, ruined it and it was empty except for a junk magazine I left in it to keep mail from getting hung up on one of the screws.
Five of us had boxes on one of those stands a neighbor built years ago. Trouble was it was in the dark and there were no windows facing it. So I bought another box and two of us moved our boxes under the streetlight in front of our houses so windows faced the boxes. We asked the post office for permission and they had no issue with it. Nothing has happened since. They go for the easiest targets.
I also got a PO Box for my business mail because they send me payments. (I've avoided direct deposits for ... reasons.) Expensive: $300 for the boxes, some amount I don't recall for the post and cement, kind neighbor who installed both of our boxes and ~$200/year for the PO Box. Pretty expensive just to get the mail.
One neighbor down the street put these tiny handcuffs on the side of his mailbox with a little sign claiming the cuffs represent another mail thief caught by the FBI who watch his box. It's nonsense, the FBI doesn't have the person-power to do that, neither does the postal service do anything despite the fact some of my neighbors insist they do.
I've found piles of mail on the ground. The first time I took the pile to the post office. Apparently they send it back east to be repackaged and resent weeks later. One large envelope wound up back on the ground again. IOW it was stolen twice!
Next time I found mail I returned it to the correct addresses myself and let the people know it had been stolen and discarded. I reported a couple piles to the police, warned them about returning it to the post office and they kindly returned it to the neighbors directly.
Bottomline, get a study locking box and put it in a well lit area if you can. I still go out and make sure I don't leave mail in the box overnight.
*lyrics by Phil Ochs
Our neighborhood has had mail thefts for years: Bellevue. I bought a sturdy locking box from a lock and safe shop in Bellevue—$160. The assholes took a crowbar to it, ruined it and it was empty except for a junk magazine I left in it to keep mail from getting hung up on one of the screws.
Five of us had boxes on one of those stands a neighbor built years ago. Trouble was it was in the dark and there were no windows facing it. So I bought another box and two of us moved our boxes under the streetlight in front of our houses so windows faced the boxes. We asked the post office for permission and they had no issue with it. Nothing has happened since. They go for the easiest targets.
I also got a PO Box for my business mail because they send me payments. (I've avoided direct deposits for ... reasons.) Expensive: $300 for the boxes, some amount I don't recall for the post and cement, kind neighbor who installed both of our boxes and ~$200/year for the PO Box. Pretty expensive just to get the mail.
One neighbor down the street put these tiny handcuffs on the side of his mailbox with a little sign claiming the cuffs represent another mail thief caught by the FBI who watch his box. It's nonsense, the FBI doesn't have the person-power to do that, neither does the postal service do anything despite the fact some of my neighbors insist they do.
I've found piles of mail on the ground. The first time I took the pile to the post office. Apparently they send it back east to be repackaged and resent weeks later. One large envelope wound up back on the ground again. IOW it was stolen twice!
Next time I found mail I returned it to the correct addresses myself and let the people know it had been stolen and discarded. I reported a couple piles to the police, warned them about returning it to the post office and they kindly returned it to the neighbors directly.
Bottomline, get a study locking box and put it in a well lit area if you can. I still go out and make sure I don't leave mail in the box overnight.
*lyrics by Phil Ochs
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But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game...Warning: very long story and I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody outside of a small circle of friends*:
Our neighborhood has had mail thefts for years: Bellevue. I bought a sturdy locking box from a lock and safe shop in Bellevue—$160. The assholes took a crowbar to it, ruined it and it was empty except for a junk magazine I left in it to keep mail from getting hung up on one of the screws.
Five of us had boxes on one of those stands a neighbor built years ago. Trouble was it was in the dark and there were no windows facing it. So I bought another box and two of us moved our boxes under the streetlight in front of our houses so windows faced the boxes. We asked the post office for permission and they had no issue with it. Nothing has happened since. They go for the easiest targets.
I also got a PO Box for my business mail because they send me payments. (I've avoided direct deposits for ... reasons.) Expensive: $300 for the boxes, some amount I don't recall for the post and cement, kind neighbor who installed both of our boxes and ~$200/year for the PO Box. Pretty expensive just to get the mail.
One neighbor down the street put these tiny handcuffs on the side of his mailbox with a little sign claiming the cuffs represent another mail thief caught by the FBI who watch his box. It's nonsense, the FBI doesn't have the person-power to do that, neither does the postal service do anything despite the fact some of my neighbors insist they do.
I've found piles of mail on the ground. The first time I took the pile to the post office. Apparently they send it back east to be repackaged and resent weeks later. One large envelope wound up back on the ground again. IOW it was stolen twice!
Next time I found mail I returned it to the correct addresses myself and let the people know it had been stolen and discarded. I reported a couple piles to the police, warned them about returning it to the post office and they kindly returned it to the neighbors directly.
Bottomline, get a study locking box and put it in a well lit area if you can. I still go out and make sure I don't leave mail in the box overnight.
*lyrics by Phil Ochs
(Sorry for your troubles. I just had to shout out bcuz I haven't heard that song in donkey's years.)
Boo for thieves!
Hooray for songs!
And later on Saturday, after dinner and dishes and cake. Need to do the belated room tidying, I suppose.
Later I need to do Sisyphusing, as that did not happen yesterday because cruddy day. Feeling like I could fall down a rabbit hole easily trying to overanalyze characters and the situation. Just need to finish the blasted thing. Revise later, finish now.
I also should probably poke around and see if I can help locate the sibling's missing tax forms, which were the subject of a minor meltdown this evening. (It's also on her work app, but she flusters too easily to use that and has trouble asking her bosses for help. Which I do get, being rather socially awkward myself, but sometimes you just gotta bite the frellin' bullet, dang it, sibling...)
Hooray for songs!
And later on Saturday, after dinner and dishes and cake. Need to do the belated room tidying, I suppose.
Later I need to do Sisyphusing, as that did not happen yesterday because cruddy day. Feeling like I could fall down a rabbit hole easily trying to overanalyze characters and the situation. Just need to finish the blasted thing. Revise later, finish now.
I also should probably poke around and see if I can help locate the sibling's missing tax forms, which were the subject of a minor meltdown this evening. (It's also on her work app, but she flusters too easily to use that and has trouble asking her bosses for help. Which I do get, being rather socially awkward myself, but sometimes you just gotta bite the frellin' bullet, dang it, sibling...)
Wow Maeze, at least I get that most of our mail issues are weather related. But that sounds quite ridiculous. I have other friends living in Bellevue, and it never seems like the sort of area that would either attract or withstand any shenanigans of the sort. Yet they told me all about the weeks on end last summer or fall that people kept setting off fireworks in their neighborhood every single night, some of them even on their front steps! They had security cameras up and a neighborhood watch and still never caught anybody, and I guess the police couldn’t do anything because there wasn’t technically any property damage, but damn!
Also, I don’t think I’d ever heard that song before, but seems so appropriate for so many things! (And will now absolutely pop into my head from time to time, I’m sure.)
After it’s been sitting by itself 2 hours we start an hourly spritz of apple cider and water, which gives it a lovely crispy bark on the outside. Then we do usually turn the heat up gradually in the later hours of smoking. And wrap it in foil once it reaches a certain internal temp, and finish it in the oven (because it doesn’t actually need smoke any more at that point, just low heat).
And also, bears…. They’re less of an issue in winter times, but still around a bit. (There have been a few that come back and try to make a den every early spring/summer right behind our fence. It drives the dog, and therefore everyone else, totally nuts.) And if it’s not them, raccoons, coyotes, other neighborhood dogs, etc still exist. I would just be so anxious about all the other factors to leave it unattended overnight. I have visions of waking up to the smoker itself wrenched apart and that beautiful meat spread all across the driveway…
Also, I don’t think I’d ever heard that song before, but seems so appropriate for so many things! (And will now absolutely pop into my head from time to time, I’m sure.)
That would be great, indeed! But there is some maintenance in the process.
After it’s been sitting by itself 2 hours we start an hourly spritz of apple cider and water, which gives it a lovely crispy bark on the outside. Then we do usually turn the heat up gradually in the later hours of smoking. And wrap it in foil once it reaches a certain internal temp, and finish it in the oven (because it doesn’t actually need smoke any more at that point, just low heat).
And also, bears…. They’re less of an issue in winter times, but still around a bit. (There have been a few that come back and try to make a den every early spring/summer right behind our fence. It drives the dog, and therefore everyone else, totally nuts.) And if it’s not them, raccoons, coyotes, other neighborhood dogs, etc still exist. I would just be so anxious about all the other factors to leave it unattended overnight. I have visions of waking up to the smoker itself wrenched apart and that beautiful meat spread all across the driveway…
Not sure it affects all areas of Bellevue but we are a target. Mail thieves that have been busted with stacks of mail from Bellevue addresses are usually in Renton or areas south. But we do have plenty of low income and blue collar housing here, or we did until housing prices skyrocketed.
My neighbor did have a camera aimed at her mailbox for a while but you could never make out their faces. One guy would walk backward so they could keep an eye out in both directions. That's about all we could make out. Moving our boxes under the street light has done the most good.
Got ya! Lots of little things that need doing. And, as to beasts getting in, wait til you get complaints from Animal Control about the bloated raccoons and coyotes wandering, greasy-lipped around the neighbourhood! Not to mention the bear, which apparently is smart enough to recognize a reliable food source when it smells one.
Hooray for smoke!
Sunday morning, and icing the ankle again. (Not bruising so much as getting puffy... overall, feeling a little better than it was, but if it's like this by Wednesday I may consider calling out. At the rate it's going I expect it to be tolerable for work by then, if not exactly fun... we shall see.)
Sibling asked about getting her tax stuff online since she can't find the printed W2 and was told that you can't get it online if they mailed one to you, which doesn't sound right at all (they should have records and forms in the paycheck program/app thing, shouldn't they?). But that means someone (read: Mom and I) must tear apart the house looking for said forms.
Would be nice if she would at least help, but she's locked in the "I can't do anything and the IRS is going to arrest me anyway" spiral (even though I'm reasonably certain she won't owe anything and will probably get a refund).
I really, really need some writing time today, dang it...
Sunday morning, and icing the ankle again. (Not bruising so much as getting puffy... overall, feeling a little better than it was, but if it's like this by Wednesday I may consider calling out. At the rate it's going I expect it to be tolerable for work by then, if not exactly fun... we shall see.)
Sibling asked about getting her tax stuff online since she can't find the printed W2 and was told that you can't get it online if they mailed one to you, which doesn't sound right at all (they should have records and forms in the paycheck program/app thing, shouldn't they?). But that means someone (read: Mom and I) must tear apart the house looking for said forms.
Would be nice if she would at least help, but she's locked in the "I can't do anything and the IRS is going to arrest me anyway" spiral (even though I'm reasonably certain she won't owe anything and will probably get a refund).
I really, really need some writing time today, dang it...
Your family must be related to my dad's side of the family somewhere. This sounds like some things that have come out of my aunt's mouth. Recently.
Speaking of anxiety and spiraling... We've now reached T-minus three days before Dad's cataract surgery. When he was supposed to have it last month, we didn't get this far before he canceled. The closest we've come to "not gonna" was one attempt to say that if he doesn't feel good that morning, he's not going. To which mom responded, "You feel bad every morning. YOU'RE GOING." He begrudgingly agreed, but has now determined that if they have to put him under during the procedure (They've told him repeatedly that they're not) he's going to have to be brought home in an ambulance. And yes, he's already told us which hospital he'd prefer if he somehow ends up hospitalized.
Three days left of this. Threeeee days.
Fingers crossed for three days... And, yeah, the anxiety thing is definitely genetic (though exacerbated in the sibling's case by other Issues nobody has bothered to diagnose).
Sunday afternoon, and still no luck on the missing W2 form. Mom has managed to search in a way that prevents other people from helping while being obviously anxious and upset that nobody helps (see also: genetic Issues in this family). Mostly I'm trying to stay out of the way. Also keeping my foot elevated.
Was going to try a submission today, but rereading the guidelines it looks like it's over the word limit. Eh, well. I was still willing to pull the sub trigger on the thing, which I'll pretend counts for something.
Why, no, I wasn't doing that just to avoid Sisyphus, why do you ask? (I do think I've worked out how it should end, at least, though second draft is gonna be a bit rough, making it flow right).
And I should get on that, I suppose.
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And winding down Sunday. Managed some Sisyphusing at last, though I'm not at all finished. And a good chunk of tomorrow will be lost to shopping (with a t0o-early wakeup for the trash run; I think I'll have to drive the bin down with the stupid ankle being all stupid and ankly on me. Might be able to get the thing down the hill, but the return hike... not gonna happen.). But I think I finally nailed down some character motivation behind the story that should help with the overall execution.
Suppose I ought to shut down and read a bit until bedtime (which is determined by whenever Dad's done talking to his friend. Hopefully before 10.)
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Monday, late morning, and giving the ankle a rest after the morning shopping trip. Hopefully, after lunch, I can get some writing in. Feeling a slight bit more invested in the story now that I've figured out the MC's situation a little better.
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Tuesday, late morning, and last day before going back to work. Ankle is still not happy with me, but I think I could probably hobble around well enough to do my job. Climbing stairs and feeding ain't gonna be fun, but that's usually later in the day, and later in the day the ankle seems to have limbered up enough to... okay, yeah, it's still not gonna be fun, but it is probably doable if I take it a little slower than normal. (Am trying some of that Blue Emu stuff on it, in the off chance it helps; it says it's supposed to help with bruises and strains, too, and that's what this is. A bruise and a strain.)
Mergh... okay, loser lardlump me, put your foot up for a bit, then get to writing...
(And I just checked work e-mail. Long hours this week and probably next. Which is actually better for the foot because we break every two hours on a long hour day, as opposed to just once after two and a half hours.)
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Tuesday after dinner and dishes. Wound up going out to the store today; sibling had a Very Bad Night at work (it's getting to the point where she may not be able to wait to land a new job before leaving, and one of the only people she could actually talk to just left), so we decided to get spaghetti for dinner because she loves spaghetti and thought it might cheer her up a bit. I also managed to get enough dinner options I shouldn't have to shop again until Friday after work. The garlic bread must have been day-old and a bit over-buttered, but the sibling seemed to enjoy it and the spaghetti. (I did not eat spaghetti. I do not like spaghetti. But I can heat meat and sauce and boil water for noodles, so I can technically make spaghetti, which is good enough.) At least, I hope she enjoyed it, because she has a fair bit of leftover spaghetti (which is her second-favorite thing about spaghetti, apparently, eating leftover spaghetti the next day).
Also finished a (very, very) rough draft of Sisyphus. Will probably take a look at it tonight, though part of me wants to wait until later so it can settle properly and I can look at it with a somewhat fresher gaze.
Earlier, I got to watch a red-tailed hawk circle over the house. Been a while since I saw one so close. Beautiful birds. It was flashing its red tailfeathers in the sun as it passed overhead. I suppose technically that means I was mooned by a hawk... probably not a great sign.
I got work stuff ready for tomorrow morning. Whee...
Meanwhile, I was evil and rewarded myself for finishing a draft of Sisyphus by indulging in a couple things via GOG's Spring Sale. Probably not going to launch a big game, but maybe something smaller and less involved...
Sunday afternoon, and still no luck on the missing W2 form. Mom has managed to search in a way that prevents other people from helping while being obviously anxious and upset that nobody helps (see also: genetic Issues in this family). Mostly I'm trying to stay out of the way. Also keeping my foot elevated.
Was going to try a submission today, but rereading the guidelines it looks like it's over the word limit. Eh, well. I was still willing to pull the sub trigger on the thing, which I'll pretend counts for something.
Why, no, I wasn't doing that just to avoid Sisyphus, why do you ask? (I do think I've worked out how it should end, at least, though second draft is gonna be a bit rough, making it flow right).
And I should get on that, I suppose.
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And winding down Sunday. Managed some Sisyphusing at last, though I'm not at all finished. And a good chunk of tomorrow will be lost to shopping (with a t0o-early wakeup for the trash run; I think I'll have to drive the bin down with the stupid ankle being all stupid and ankly on me. Might be able to get the thing down the hill, but the return hike... not gonna happen.). But I think I finally nailed down some character motivation behind the story that should help with the overall execution.
Suppose I ought to shut down and read a bit until bedtime (which is determined by whenever Dad's done talking to his friend. Hopefully before 10.)
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Monday, late morning, and giving the ankle a rest after the morning shopping trip. Hopefully, after lunch, I can get some writing in. Feeling a slight bit more invested in the story now that I've figured out the MC's situation a little better.
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Tuesday, late morning, and last day before going back to work. Ankle is still not happy with me, but I think I could probably hobble around well enough to do my job. Climbing stairs and feeding ain't gonna be fun, but that's usually later in the day, and later in the day the ankle seems to have limbered up enough to... okay, yeah, it's still not gonna be fun, but it is probably doable if I take it a little slower than normal. (Am trying some of that Blue Emu stuff on it, in the off chance it helps; it says it's supposed to help with bruises and strains, too, and that's what this is. A bruise and a strain.)
Mergh... okay, loser lardlump me, put your foot up for a bit, then get to writing...
(And I just checked work e-mail. Long hours this week and probably next. Which is actually better for the foot because we break every two hours on a long hour day, as opposed to just once after two and a half hours.)
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Tuesday after dinner and dishes. Wound up going out to the store today; sibling had a Very Bad Night at work (it's getting to the point where she may not be able to wait to land a new job before leaving, and one of the only people she could actually talk to just left), so we decided to get spaghetti for dinner because she loves spaghetti and thought it might cheer her up a bit. I also managed to get enough dinner options I shouldn't have to shop again until Friday after work. The garlic bread must have been day-old and a bit over-buttered, but the sibling seemed to enjoy it and the spaghetti. (I did not eat spaghetti. I do not like spaghetti. But I can heat meat and sauce and boil water for noodles, so I can technically make spaghetti, which is good enough.) At least, I hope she enjoyed it, because she has a fair bit of leftover spaghetti (which is her second-favorite thing about spaghetti, apparently, eating leftover spaghetti the next day).
Also finished a (very, very) rough draft of Sisyphus. Will probably take a look at it tonight, though part of me wants to wait until later so it can settle properly and I can look at it with a somewhat fresher gaze.
Earlier, I got to watch a red-tailed hawk circle over the house. Been a while since I saw one so close. Beautiful birds. It was flashing its red tailfeathers in the sun as it passed overhead. I suppose technically that means I was mooned by a hawk... probably not a great sign.
I got work stuff ready for tomorrow morning. Whee...
Meanwhile, I was evil and rewarded myself for finishing a draft of Sisyphus by indulging in a couple things via GOG's Spring Sale. Probably not going to launch a big game, but maybe something smaller and less involved...
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