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[kittydesade]

Make predicate adjectives following the model.
Feicim bean mhaith. -- Tá an bhean go maith.

1. Feicim cailín sásta. Tá an cailín sásta.
2. Feicim tír álainn. Tá an tír go hálainn.
3. Feicim deoch bhlasta. Tá an deoch blasta.
4. Feicim cearc mhór. Tá an cearc mór.
5. Feicim cláirseach mhaith. Tá an chláirseach go maith.
6. Feicim buachaill deas. Tá an buachaill go deas.
7. Feicim scoil iontach. Tá an scoil go hiontach.
8. Feicim gasúr olc. Tá an gasúr go holc.
9. Feicim bróga daora. Tá na bróga daora.
10. Feicim banaltra thuirseach. Tá an bhanaltra tuirseach.


Still doing better, though I suspect my emotional reactions are going to be marginally more forceful than they should/would normally be for a little while. At least there's that awareness. And last night's wasn't unjustified; the boy and I are going to have another housekeeping talk. Laundry has three stages, dear. Wash, dry, and fold/put away. (Though honestly if he'd just fold and haul upstairs, or even fold and leave on the big table I can put it away myself. Just. Argh.)

Today at least looks like it's going to be quieter than yesterday, which would be nice. Nothing incoming, little outgoing, possibly some orders may come in during the day but hopefully they will be easily dealt with and it will be less frantic. I would dearly like that.

This morning has been one long series of doing fifteen things at once while trying not to get distracted by Sebastian Stan. I'm deeply amused that everyone else is picking up on him as a thing? But it just leads to him being suddenly fucking everywhere and it's distracting. You bastard, Seb. Stop being so awesome.

Um. Things. Home Depot this afternoon or this weekend, finally, to get the stuff for the succulents and venus flytrap, maybe get some manure to sprinkle over the beds but, eh, maybe not. This weekend I'm hoping that Saturday can be house cleaning day and Sunday can be gardening morning/evening, but we'll see how that goes. There's also a lot of books I want to read and things. And writing I want to do. And. And and and. On the plus side, I have a movie marathon on Sunday so that really will have to be gardening morning and maybe trimming and dead-heading things in the evening when I go out to water the tomatoes again. Oh my tomatoes. They still have their morning glory. I do not understand.

So. Doing better, kind of achey and exhausted but doing better, and today is sooo slow. Thank god. I may have actual writing time, and I'm slowly getting back into it! I can tell because my time discipline is getting better and my word choices are getting more creative when I describe and/or swear at shit. What. Whaaaaat.