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Sep. 14th, 2018 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeMy thyroid results came back and the medication is correcting sufficiently! My metabolism may normalize ever! Here's hoping my thyroid doesn't read the correction and decide to fuck further off.
(The small downside to this is that while I was walking back I walked through at least two clouds of cigarette smoke and fucked up my breathing for about an hour. Smoking is bad for you, assholes, cut it out.)
This of course however means I now have to regulate my headspace and get used to pushing back against whatever stressors are exhausting me in order to get back to doing the things I wanted to be doing. Studying Hindi. Maintaining the grounds of the house, if not the whole garden. Grounds of the house I think are going to happen over the weekend, Hindi can happen next week. Or my Hindi practice for tonight can be to finish copying in the vocab into TinyCards. And the rest, um. Well, the rest I'll figure out as I go.
The tree people come next week, and hopefully trimming down the sycamore won't be too expensive. I wouldn't mind keeping the sycamore, but I have no idea how much down it can be trimmed. On the other hand if he says they have to take the whole thing, hey, I have a place to put a new cherry tree! I think. I should have called them before this, really. There's a whole bunch of crap I want to do or have done to the front foliage, and that's just the front foliage.
And this is also incentive for me to dig around and evict weeds from pots and dead-head flowers to make it sort of look like I'm paying attention to the grounds. Heh. And transplant my berry bushes, which, the raspberry definitely needs a bigger pot to grow in and the goji berry bushes, one of them anyway, is already fucking fruiting. I got it like six months ago. And it's fruiting. And what the hell. I'm pleased, though. Now I just have to figure out what to do with goji berries once I get them all transplanted into their eventual resting place. And I also need to cut down and uproot all the shit in that eventual resting place and cover it with black plastic for a year or two. Come to think of it maybe I should do that soon for the garden beds I'm not using.
So many plans. So much hope of being able to go through with them. Which will mean, now that the biological issue has been fixed, getting into good habits again. Which starts with going to bed... semi-on-time? Although I think I've gotten old enough that I need seven hours of sleep instead of six. That's going to take some getting used to.
(The small downside to this is that while I was walking back I walked through at least two clouds of cigarette smoke and fucked up my breathing for about an hour. Smoking is bad for you, assholes, cut it out.)
This of course however means I now have to regulate my headspace and get used to pushing back against whatever stressors are exhausting me in order to get back to doing the things I wanted to be doing. Studying Hindi. Maintaining the grounds of the house, if not the whole garden. Grounds of the house I think are going to happen over the weekend, Hindi can happen next week. Or my Hindi practice for tonight can be to finish copying in the vocab into TinyCards. And the rest, um. Well, the rest I'll figure out as I go.
The tree people come next week, and hopefully trimming down the sycamore won't be too expensive. I wouldn't mind keeping the sycamore, but I have no idea how much down it can be trimmed. On the other hand if he says they have to take the whole thing, hey, I have a place to put a new cherry tree! I think. I should have called them before this, really. There's a whole bunch of crap I want to do or have done to the front foliage, and that's just the front foliage.
And this is also incentive for me to dig around and evict weeds from pots and dead-head flowers to make it sort of look like I'm paying attention to the grounds. Heh. And transplant my berry bushes, which, the raspberry definitely needs a bigger pot to grow in and the goji berry bushes, one of them anyway, is already fucking fruiting. I got it like six months ago. And it's fruiting. And what the hell. I'm pleased, though. Now I just have to figure out what to do with goji berries once I get them all transplanted into their eventual resting place. And I also need to cut down and uproot all the shit in that eventual resting place and cover it with black plastic for a year or two. Come to think of it maybe I should do that soon for the garden beds I'm not using.
So many plans. So much hope of being able to go through with them. Which will mean, now that the biological issue has been fixed, getting into good habits again. Which starts with going to bed... semi-on-time? Although I think I've gotten old enough that I need seven hours of sleep instead of six. That's going to take some getting used to.