This evening, albeit briefly, I experienced a calm, a settled mess, a peace. If I had any idea idea what the word meant, I might have described myself as happy. I shall reflect later on what was and what was not present, to create such a moment, but for now, on a day that could have been marred by minor illness, a gentle peace has descended upon the three inhabitants of this home. Merry Christmas, you filthy animals.
Month: December 2022
A quick tip for anyone thinking about having a keyholder for their building. Don’t add a new fancy lock to the front door and then fail to give your keyholder a way to open that. Otherwise it will be late on Christmas Eve and he will be standing like a twat in a side street looking like a rubbish burglar as he tries to open a door while an alarm is going off. Let us hope it doesn’t sound again because there’s shit-all I can do about it tonight.
If you have a titter in your throat right now, and those words made it worse, shame on you ! I have made progress today. Not the sort of progress that most people would be proud of, but at least things have moved in the right direction. I have one small section of floor that is now clear and (relatively) clean, which is good, and a variety of other items have found homes as part of that. No, my surfaces are not clear, but it is an improvement. I have also just distributed cards to those in my local walking
I really did try. Well actually, it was weird. I lay in bed and didn’t go to sleep, but it wasn’t like I kept thinking “why can’t I get to sleep ?” I just didn’t sleep much. Then his dogness came by for his conversations and that wasn’t too bad because I wasn’t being woken from deep sleep. But now I am irritable. The young dog wouldn’t stop barking at things. A van. The postman. Me. Air. I tried throwing hose attachments at a fence but that didn’t seem to help at all. All the hose attachments have exploded in
A word I use to express anger or frustration when the event probably warrants a much stronger word. This morning I was lucky enough to have an emergency dental appointment to deal with the lower molar that sheared off last week. The dentist covered it in something temporary and said we may have to consider removing it in the new year. Fortunately it doesn’t hurt and now should be safe for Christmas. Just now I considered eating a certain snack, but instead I chose one less likely to cause problems for the new covering. Hey. Pays to be sensible. Just
I need to be careful today. My mood is off and I am feeling snarky. I can tell, even though I have not interacted with others, because I am being snarky in my head. Most of the day I am running conversations or scenarios through my mind in a constant whirl of pretend interactions. It is exhausting. But it is what I do. I saw a clip earlier of Chloe Grace Moretz explaining how she lied about her country of origin to book her first film role and I have been chuntering to myself about how the American studio audience insisted
No, that isn’t a typo in the title, it is the Latin word for tomorrow. And from it, we get the word pro-cras-tination. Something I am very good at. Let me prove it to you. Actually, I’ll prove it in my next post, but you’ll see. (I’m funny.) Sunday mornings could be a time to get shit done. My dog plans are in the afternoon so I can have a lie-in and still get several hours of stuff under my belt before the physical-tireds kick in. However Bugsy was up to his usual tricks last night, simply refusing to settle
I just wrote my first “letter from the grave” to a friend. Weird, maybe, but I’ll explain why it isn’t a cause for concern. I like to be organised. Being so makes me calm, and that makes me less likely to get frustrated and lash out. So it makes sense that I should try to be organised for the one thing over which I probably have very little control – my death. I have made a will. If you have anything, even the smallest amount of things, and you don’t have a will, you are just making life more
Encounter this morning as I am driving the wrong way down my one-way street, alongside a series of road signs saying Road Closed – two-way traffic, and a man driving up the road gestures at me to get out of the road : Me : “The road is closed.” Him : “No it isn’t.” Me : “Yes it is. There are Road Closed signs.” Him : “No, it isn’t closed.” Me : “I live here. I wanted to turn right. I couldn’t because of all the signs in the road.” Him : No. It isn’t closed any more.” He gestures
This is probably when I should be blogging – when my mind is a bit frazzled. So although I really want to be in bed right now, I am going to quickly type this. At this moment I am not sure how I feel. Not bad, certainly, maybe just a little “off”. I was trying to watch a Twitch stream but it didn’t go the way I wanted it to. At some point I need to reflect upon whether that was genuinely a problem, or whether it is unsurprising that a stream run by and for 20 year-olds doesn’t gel