Sorry to hear about your job, greendragon. Best wishes with the jobhunting.
Hope everybody is well and best wishes for speedy recoveries if not. *hug*
The garden's all decorated for the double birthdayfeast today. Two tables, two assigned toilets, soap bars, disinfection bottles, two sets of garden chairs all at a social distance, and delivered food. All set for a small family party by the rules in corona time. Sheesh and I thought getting the gifts was the hard part...
Bonus points, when I went to pick out a shirt for today, there was one of those black jumping spiders in my drawer! *twitches and squirms endlessly*
Yipe! They're about the only spiders I tolerate in the house but NOT in the drawers!
Nice about the owls! The thing your owls have with the wind chimes still has me in stiches. It's been ages since I heard our local owls. I kinda miss them, can't be a shortance of mice, though, judging by the number the cat drags in.
So I got a question, but I don't know if I should ask it here or in the Horror threads. One of the Lovecraftian staples that has always bugged me is, how did Cthulhu get cultists? Even assuming that certain people received "divine" knowledge that Cthulhu even exists, WHY? It would be like the ants living under my porch forming a religion in hopes that I don't step on them the next time I leave the house.
Isn't there a canon mechanism-thingy with cultists getting visions and/or orders in dreams? I have a vague recollection of that. I suppose even eldritch horrors like to have somebody around sometimes to say nice things. And supposing you might fancy yourself in need of an army or ants one day, can't help to be prepared, you know, especially if you have all the time in the world to learn of to speak to those tiny minds...
I BUILT A FENCE! AND PUT TOGETHER A BABY GATE OUTSIDE! It took two days because we had to buy everything and we didn't have all the tools in order and I kept doing a pretty bad job of drilling, but I did it and now my puppies are safe in my dad's backyard at last! I've wanted to do that for 9 years! I got some new meds to take the top off my stress, it was putting way too much pressure for my anti-depressants to keep up with. I spent most of yesterday, my first full day on it, sleeping. Must have needed it. I sure do feel better now, more capable of carrying what I have to.
Yeay for safe puppies! I hope your new meds work well.
That's great! This is maybe the best time to take a practical driving exam with so few cars on the road. I failed mine so many times because it was set in one of the busiest parts of Copenhagen at a super busy time.
Well, that low-traffic window had definitely closed with most of the businesses and some of the schools slowly reopening. I expect the traffic will be up to pre-pandemic levels by the time I take the exam. And the exam center for theoretical and practical was closed during lockdown, so no one got to take advantage of it any how.
Need to think about the lessons first though, before I go about worrying about the exam (oh hello anxiety) because otherwise I never get myself to even start the lessons. As soon as I get over this inertia and actually book them. I'm working on it, but it's a big honkin' block of inertia right there and it's been there for 20 years. Shifting it ain't easy even if it's all my head.
The theoretical exam is good for three years but I have this tiny bit of momentum
now and I need to hang on to it.
I am so out of practice on this writing thing. First paragraph was fine. Second paragraph I've rewritten about three times. Show, don't tell! Show, don't tell! Did I mention "show, don't tell"? At least I got words on the page, which is always good.
If there ever was a writing 'rule' I've gleefully disregarded, it'll be that one. Showing is nice, but telling actually just does the job better sometimes.
Don't fret about it.
