Why am I so (trying to find the right word) irritated / upset / crushed / deflated (that’s the one) to have my messages overlooked on a random Twitch stream ? It isn’t personal, the streamer is just busy, but it really pushes some button deep in my soul. Partly it seems unfair every time someone else’s message is seen but mine isn’t, and partly it is that sense of exclusion you feel when others are part of something and you feel like an outsider. I am entirely aware this isn’t rational nor a proportionate reaction to what has occurred,
Tag: Dogs
Sigh. It is so easy to fall out of a habit such as blogging. What has been going on that I should have shared with you ? My finger is healing, but typing is not as easy as it might be because I have it bandaged. I could probably manage without a bandage but it does still “leak” a bit so it is best kept very very clean. TMI ? Well you don’t have to be here ! Today is my young dog’s second birthday. He has had a nice day with two outings, the second of which was a
If you aren’t sick before you go to an Urgent Treatment Centre, I can’t help feeling you will be by the time you are seen. Almost all the people in this room are sick children, who are also the ones who don’t have to wear face coverings and who are all suffering from hacking coughs. My little fabric face-covering isn’t going to make much difference. Why am I here ? I got a little bite today from a French Bulldog who decided to leap to my waist and make a snack of my fingers. These sorts of things aren’t usually
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.
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
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
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
My former neighbour used to say that, usually to playfully tease me or someone else whom he saw as making a quick buck. But it does often seem to play that way. I used to have “spare money”, or so I thought. Various things have chipped into that situation such that I feel that statement is far less true now. In some ways it is good, making me turn off every light that isn’t necessary, and wearing an extra jumper rather than cranking up the heating. But I’d rather have more, obviously. One factor in my deteriorating financial situation is