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[kittydesade]

Once again (relevant bits bolded because today is feminine nouns):
* adjectives follow the noun
* a feminine noun lenites a following adjective unless it begins with l, n, r, or a vowel
* the endings to form adjectives from nouns are: -mhar/-far (grianmhar/sunny, gaofar/windy, ciallmhar/sensible), -ach (scamallach/cloudy, ceobhránach/drizzly, ceathach/showery, compordach/comfortable, tábhachtach/important), -úil/-iúil (stoirmiúil/stormy, laethúil/daily, cáiliúil/famous)
* the examples of forming adjectives from verbs are: déan to déanta (done/made), ól to ólta (drunk), bain to bainte (mow, harvest, Memrise translates as remove), ith to ite (eaten), caith to caite (spent), fág to fagtha (left), lig to ligthe (let), tosaigh to tosaithe (begun), bailigh to bailithe (collected)
* masculine nouns that end in a slender consonant in the plural lenite adjectives

máthair, máthaireacha
an mháthair, na máthaireacha
an mháthair bhrónach, na máthaireacha brónacha

foraois, foraoise (?)
an fhoraois, na foraoise
an fhoraois mhór, na foraoise mór

gloine, gloiní
an ghloine, na gloiní
an ghloine lán, na gloiní lána

gaoth, gaotha
an ghaoth, na gaotha
an ghaoth mhór, na gaotha móra


I have no idea what's responsible for the attack of dizziness this morning but I do not like it, Sam I Am. No center floor exercises for me, just stretches, barre type exercises (until I get my portable bar the mantel will do), and isolations. I will say, though, doing almost solely dance exercises is working almost all of my body pretty well. The only thing I'm missing is upper body, mostly the area between my elbows and my shoulders, which, apparently that's what push-ups are for? Given all empiricdotal evidence. Still not happy with the dizzy. Drinking lots of water and soon eating and such to compensate, and not sure what happens if that doesn't work. I did give about two and a half vials of blood over to labwork yesterday, but you'd've thought that would make me dizzy yesterday, not today. Delayed reaction?

Of course the second I say that is when Call to Dance by Leahy comes on and I end up bouncing around the living room. Oi, self.

Murdock and I have discovered that when Mommy puts birdseed under the bushes by the front window, blue jays happen. Five of them, this morning, which amuses and surprises me because my impression of blue jays has always been that they're cranky and territorial. Maybe they can tolerate each other for being fed? I also may be killing my lettuce, or at least one of them, which gives me a 3/8 success rate. Which is my own damn fault for putting them out before we had fully moved in, since that's when most of them died, ah well. But the broccoli is now at, I think, 6/9 plants have little broccoli heads! I have no idea what the strawberries are doing, the outer leaves are turning pretty but useless colors but there's still green inner leaves coming up, so I figure it aten't dead yet? I seriously have no idea what I'm doing here. Basil seems to be hanging in there, same with rosemary, which I've decided I'll just leave on the shelf, keep watering, and then pick off bits when I need fresh rosemary. Parsley is doing nicely but I've come to realize I don't actually cook with it as much as I thought and why am I growing this again? Kind of the same with sage except when I harvest it it'll be more for smudging than cooking, so there's that for usefulness. I wonder what I'll end up growing come spring...

What I really want to do is take a whole week off work to get this house straightened up the way I want it to be before Pixie moves in. And I can't afford to. Both monetarily and in terms of being the only young able-bodied person in the store means certain obligations, like doing the physical shipping work. I mean, yes, there are other able-bodied people in the store, but not as many as you'd think. Maybe two others. Which means that if I'm out, they have to pick up the slack, and usually 'they' means the other able-bodied person (Elf Lord) and my aunt. Who has MS. And is really amazingly functional for all that but also tires easily. Ugh. Although thinking about it, I might start checking in if I can leave two hours early, because that's the UPS cutoff and after that there's nothing time sensitive that needs hauled around. Hmm. I might ask the aunt if she thinks that'd work.

Less Irish done today than I wanted, but oh well. I discovered that my Irish dictionary has a phrase for, roughly, "cough it up or I break your face." I am deeply amused.

And Aunt thinks it's a good idea for me to spend a few days leaving a couple hours early, so now I have to make the best of that time and get a bunch of cleaning and unpacking done and not be dizzy. Do you hear that body? You are not allowed to fall down yet, it's not over. Also I suppose that means I should make the most of work hours, too. As a friend of mine on Twitter would most likely call it, here goes the great unpacking deathmarch. Actually, I like that tag. I may have to use that tag.

Comments

[kikibug13]

*hugs gently*

[lemon_badgeress]

That would be an awesome tag. Have you stopped being dizzy yet, or do I need to come over there and yell at your inner ear?

[kittydesade]

I seem to have stopped being dizzy. I can't yet tell if that's because I've also stopped being at funny angles (i.e. dancing or in yoga poses) or if that's because my inner ear has decided to behave itself.