dorothea

It's that kind of a day where I just don't want to go to work or capoeira not because I'm tired but because I don't want to goddamn do anything and you can't make me and nyah. So this bodes well.

... also I think the wildlife has found its way into the chimney again. Although I could be wrong, it feels like it's a bit early for swifts. (For the new or those who missed it last year, every year I have to catch at least two [or sometimes the same one twice] chimney swifts and haul them out of the chimney and out of the house before they get et by the indoor cats. They're on their own for the ferals.)

Apparently Imzy is closing? I was just getting back into the swing of using that as a thing and now it's closing? I feel sad and I feel like I have no right to feel sad given that I barely used it after the first burst, although I kept trying to. Mostly, argh. I may have to make a DW community for my girls (so far it's only girls as far as I can tell) to hang out on and chat some place that's not full of awful news. I know a bunch of us are on here anyway.

I was going to say I have no reason to cancel on capoeira but this headache keeps popping up and stabbing me in the forebrain intermittently and if it doesn't cut that shit out. Let's try painkillers first.

I'm really absurdly pleased with my new courtesan station, aka my vanity and my shelf with some books and even more makeup and face cleanser/skin pampering crap. And hair crap and pop dolls. Okay so two shelves are makeup and spa stuff and two shelves are pop dolls, books, and random other things, but still. But I love it and it's now well lit thanks to my new lamp on lireavue's recommendation and it's gorgeous and I love it. The only thing I don't love is that the hair stuff still needs to be sorted. But for that to happen I need to figure out what out of it I'm going to use, and how often. So. ... also my lipsticks are at the moment free standing and I need to figure out how to make them be less free standing. Some kind of 6-7 by 4-6" box I don't know, but I put the measurements here so I don't forget them. Maybe there's something nice at Ten Thousand Villages or a thrift store.

I'm still reading The Fall of Kings mainly because of not dedicating time to sit down and read it, and after that I have some Oliver Potzsch to read and after that I don't know. Probably the last Court of Fives novel. Something. I will figure it out! I like Oliver Potzsch, he's got a good sense of story and a good translator, but his books are also formulaic mystery so if you don't like the first one you don't need to wonder if you should pick up the rest.

I'm trying to figure out if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I'm firmly in the grip of a if I can't control the bad shit going on I will control my environment and my physical self fit. I mean, house cleaning and makeup binges and haircuts. Well, I haven't spent more money than I have? And I did buy some other essentials that I was going to need pretty soon, paid my bills. But on the other hand I didn't get new sweatpants that I probably should get soon. (I haven't spent all of the money but I'm down to the last bit that I'm just going to sit on I think.) I did get my boots repaired. I'm sure there's something else I should get or get serviced that I can't think of right now. And. Is this guilt for spending an absurd amount of money on makeup and clothes? I don't know. Or just wariness because this could so easily go wrong.

Upside: I have enough stored makeup to last me for fucking ever except daily stuff like foundation, the which brand I'm using is drugstore inexpensive. I still have enough knitting supplies to last me until the Mad Maxpocalypse. If I can manage to keep sitting on my anxieties and stress-buying for the parts of the year when I don't have gift money (and preferably even when I do, I successfully dropped some of the money into savings yay! albeit a small part) I should be okay. I'll just figure out other ways to control my environment and my self. Maybe exercise small targeted strength-building exercises. Or draw on myself with makeup a lot.

Oh look I'm exhausted again. Not because of lack of sleep, I think I went to sleep at eleven last night and got a good seven and a half hours. But the world. The world exhausts me. I don't want to argue with my rep over whether or not the AHCA is any good, I don't want to have the argument about the budget, any of them, I want people to stop being fucking awful.

Manchester. Goddess keep you, Manchester.

Am torn between posting my loose powder tutorial (it's been done for a couple of days) and trying to make the pictures happen and then posting it. Probably given that it's been a week I'll just post it and then make pictures happen if I can ever find my damn camera or make lighting decent or something. I did not actually expect to start writing posts that really require pictures, at a minimum, so soon. I'll roll with it. I can do this.

... Oh right, I have house shit to talk about. So one of the arborists came around yesterday and the boy talked to them since it's his turn to talk to people and since he took most of his birthday week off and is home and awake to talk to them. And I'm going to have to lose my weeping cherry tree because it's at least 70% dead. Which has me weeping let me tell you, but I left him with instructions to talk to the arborists, that one and the other ones we're going to get estimates from, about getting a new ornamental cherry tree put in. The rest is trimming the front trees since the back trees that worry me about falling over onto things are apparently fine. The front trees are going berserk over the yard, the way Arborist #1 will work is they will do two hours' worth of work on our front yard (or other designated spot) and haul away the debris, and if we cut down the alianthus and some other trees and pile it with that they'll haul that away too. And if not they'll clear those trees in with the thing.

... Hang on, someone just asked me for a thing related to the amazing long shot related to Malachy I really need a better way to talk about this. But now my pulse is skyrocketing in a good way.

Housecleaning continues at a ... reasonable pace? The boy is getting his books and games onto the upstairs shelves, which means soon I'll have more shelf space for my research books even without getting the office set up. Which isn't the worst plan ever, come to think of it, we could probably use DVD/Blu Ray shelves before we get more bookshelves. And I'm hoping to convince the boy to join me in sweeping and mopping over the next several days so we can get the whole house onto the same week for a schedule. (I try to do the mopping once a month.) Late spring cleaning?

I got some editing done, though. And some small bits of writing done, and I cleaned my vanity of all things as well as mopping the chunk of the downstairs living room that I capoeira in, so maybe now I won't be entirely repulsed by the texture. And. So there's progress on a lot of fronts. And maybe this weekend I'll get a chance to breathe. I'd like that.