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May. 17th, 2019 04:46 pmWas reminded today about the 25% tariffs on China goods, which of course means I need to cram that Instant Pot into my budget fucking now. At the same time as my leg strap on my bag broke (they seem to have realized that a join on the clip wears down so they offer just strap replacements now, which is nice) and the compression socks the boy wanted AND the really good nail files I wanted all came back into stock, so now I have much less of a cushion on bookshelf and mulch money than I wanted. Argh. Slightly regret spending all that money on makeup. Very slightly. Because I still have it to play with, it still brings me joy, and I'm glad I have it.
But argh. The economy is going to fucking tank which, yes, okay, a lot of the cheap goods are made at the expense of the workers, but there's no solution that involves tariffs that doesn't involve screwing over all the poor people who are getting exploited here, too. Argh, basically.
In better news, my closet will hopefully be a lot tidier by Wednesday ish now that I have my boots all sorted, hangers with proper clips? divots? to hang all my cold shoulder tops, and I have some drawers coming to put all the random shit like scarves and gloves (okay fingerless gloves) and my endless sock collection and all of that in. So that'll be better.
Come to think of it I may watch Marie Kondo when I get home to put me in a better mood. Not that running around organizing things is going to help without the shelves or boxes or what have you to keep it organized, but it'll make me feel better. I feel pretty sulky right now. I did half of the second raised bed and filled it with pearlite and then filled it with pepper plants and the last couple tomatoes, so that was good and now all I have to do Sunday is weed the porchside bed. But this had the effect of getting me so sweaty and dirty that I showered when I got back inside, so when I woke up this morning feeling exhausted and potentially sick I decided not to shower, and now it's been nearly 24 hours and I'm feeling like I do when I wake up in the morning: in need of a shower. Ugh.
BUT the plants are all in. My sniffles have stopped and my body temperature feels more stable and at an equilibrium right now, so that's good. I'm sorely tempted to take a machete to the backyard, the grass and wheat (yes I'm reasonably sure that's wheat growing back there) and every other damn thing is that tall. The boy wants to mow it. That's not going to happen anytime soon. Macheteing the backyard may also happen on Sunday while I'm weeding the porchside bed. Not sure what's going to happen tomorrow as far as birthday fun goes but that's definitely where that goes. Tonight is for writing and practicing languages and guitar and relaxing. And maybe some more tidying. And not fussing about future bookshelves, future termite inspections, and future costs because that fat orange pustule squatting in the White House needs to stroke his, ahem, ego.
I may be a touch bitter and angry. Just a touch.
But argh. The economy is going to fucking tank which, yes, okay, a lot of the cheap goods are made at the expense of the workers, but there's no solution that involves tariffs that doesn't involve screwing over all the poor people who are getting exploited here, too. Argh, basically.
In better news, my closet will hopefully be a lot tidier by Wednesday ish now that I have my boots all sorted, hangers with proper clips? divots? to hang all my cold shoulder tops, and I have some drawers coming to put all the random shit like scarves and gloves (okay fingerless gloves) and my endless sock collection and all of that in. So that'll be better.
Come to think of it I may watch Marie Kondo when I get home to put me in a better mood. Not that running around organizing things is going to help without the shelves or boxes or what have you to keep it organized, but it'll make me feel better. I feel pretty sulky right now. I did half of the second raised bed and filled it with pearlite and then filled it with pepper plants and the last couple tomatoes, so that was good and now all I have to do Sunday is weed the porchside bed. But this had the effect of getting me so sweaty and dirty that I showered when I got back inside, so when I woke up this morning feeling exhausted and potentially sick I decided not to shower, and now it's been nearly 24 hours and I'm feeling like I do when I wake up in the morning: in need of a shower. Ugh.
BUT the plants are all in. My sniffles have stopped and my body temperature feels more stable and at an equilibrium right now, so that's good. I'm sorely tempted to take a machete to the backyard, the grass and wheat (yes I'm reasonably sure that's wheat growing back there) and every other damn thing is that tall. The boy wants to mow it. That's not going to happen anytime soon. Macheteing the backyard may also happen on Sunday while I'm weeding the porchside bed. Not sure what's going to happen tomorrow as far as birthday fun goes but that's definitely where that goes. Tonight is for writing and practicing languages and guitar and relaxing. And maybe some more tidying. And not fussing about future bookshelves, future termite inspections, and future costs because that fat orange pustule squatting in the White House needs to stroke his, ahem, ego.
I may be a touch bitter and angry. Just a touch.