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Dec. 6th, 2016 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeHAH I figured out where this story is going and the rough shape of it and all I have to do now is write it, code it up, and stick it on my website as an extra to Sandborn. Excellent. In a day of ... well, ups and downs. Both personally and in the state of the nation.
I mean, this world and country are going to hell in a handbasket but every time I see the veterans apologizing to the Native American assembly at Standing Rock for the years and years of abuse I kind of want to cry a lot and it gives me hope for things.
It's been raining a lot lately, which is a good thing! We could use the rain and mostly it's been gentle rain rather than torrential downpour that the parched ground can't handle. But we also found out our garage skylight is leaking. (Who the fuck puts a garage skylight in, you ask? The same people who fucking wallpapered over perfectly good paneling, I say.) I'm hoping the boy's right and it's just a couple-few hundred to fix. After that's fixed we can deal with the drywall and the loft within the family, but the skylight is beyond my ken and, as the man said, my barbie and all my action figures. Blegh.
I will say, it looks like rebuilding the loft and all its shelving won't be that bad of a task, and hell, the garage could use a teardown and rebuild in the spring as we clean it out and .. I don't even know what all. But that's a task for the spring. And I'd hoped to have some of the rooms in the house painted beforehand, but I think that still needs a heat gun and. I don't know. I guess we're tackling this one immediate problem at a time. I like having a fixer-upper house but I'd like having the budget to fixer the upper more. Le sigh.
(I love my house and would not trade or sell it for the world. My house. Mine.)
And that's two nights in a row I managed to do my languages, even. Which is considerable progress from a lot of evenings where I spent the evening sitting around feeling sorry for myself and everyone else in this country, playing games, knitting, etc. Not so shabby. Slowly getting back into routines. Capoeira tomorrow unless I'm still feeling poorly, which I doubt I will now that I think most of the fires and secondhand smoke are gone. I'll regret it the next day and especially since I don't get Saturday capoeira this week with the TSO concert, but if I don't go back now I never will. Back on the damn horse, self. Which I have literally done, even! In no small part because when I was thrown I was on a different mountain from where I started and it was either hike back to the nearest road or get back on the damn horse.
I mean, this world and country are going to hell in a handbasket but every time I see the veterans apologizing to the Native American assembly at Standing Rock for the years and years of abuse I kind of want to cry a lot and it gives me hope for things.
It's been raining a lot lately, which is a good thing! We could use the rain and mostly it's been gentle rain rather than torrential downpour that the parched ground can't handle. But we also found out our garage skylight is leaking. (Who the fuck puts a garage skylight in, you ask? The same people who fucking wallpapered over perfectly good paneling, I say.) I'm hoping the boy's right and it's just a couple-few hundred to fix. After that's fixed we can deal with the drywall and the loft within the family, but the skylight is beyond my ken and, as the man said, my barbie and all my action figures. Blegh.
I will say, it looks like rebuilding the loft and all its shelving won't be that bad of a task, and hell, the garage could use a teardown and rebuild in the spring as we clean it out and .. I don't even know what all. But that's a task for the spring. And I'd hoped to have some of the rooms in the house painted beforehand, but I think that still needs a heat gun and. I don't know. I guess we're tackling this one immediate problem at a time. I like having a fixer-upper house but I'd like having the budget to fixer the upper more. Le sigh.
(I love my house and would not trade or sell it for the world. My house. Mine.)
And that's two nights in a row I managed to do my languages, even. Which is considerable progress from a lot of evenings where I spent the evening sitting around feeling sorry for myself and everyone else in this country, playing games, knitting, etc. Not so shabby. Slowly getting back into routines. Capoeira tomorrow unless I'm still feeling poorly, which I doubt I will now that I think most of the fires and secondhand smoke are gone. I'll regret it the next day and especially since I don't get Saturday capoeira this week with the TSO concert, but if I don't go back now I never will. Back on the damn horse, self. Which I have literally done, even! In no small part because when I was thrown I was on a different mountain from where I started and it was either hike back to the nearest road or get back on the damn horse.