Gingham Deck

Unexpected order.

I was too tired to bring everything back up the stairs yesterday after the roofers left, but it meant I was greeted with this beautiful pattern when taking Boxnoggin out for his morning potty break. Sudden order and regularity make me happy in a deep, very specific way; the precise angle of sun needed to make this is temporary, and had I come out a little earlier or later, I’d’ve missed it.

Sure, I need to clean and refinish the deck…but for the moment, I can take a deep breath and enjoy what’s already been accomplished. The roof is finished, the sprinklers are working again, my nerves are shot, but we’re crawling back up out of the abyss. Or so I hope–ever since 2016, getting to the lip of the hole has meant being kicked in the teeth and falling back in.

I keep climbing. Keep struggling, hand over hand. Clinging to the side to catch a breath, looking up to figure out the next hold. Dum spiro, spero, and all that.

Happy Friday, everyone. I hope it’ll be a good one…

Office Garden

How doth the office garden grow…

I got a grow light for my office. This is the culmination of a long while (months, the kids would say, though pandemic time is exceeding fluid) spent going back and forth, wishy-washing about. But some plants just needed extra lumens, and I finally decided I might as well even if it was going to make me move furniture.

The jade plant is especially in need of rehabilitation; the angel trumpet was unhappy too. The small hen-and-chick hiding almost behind the jade plant was rescued from where it had been dropped on burning pavement during the heat dome last summer, probably by a passing kid or animal, so I brought it home and now it’s rooting nicely in a cocoanut-fibre pot. When it outgrows that I’ll sink it in a proper container.

I’m also attempting to sprout something relatively big, so there’s a gap for the moment. The lucky little cat might be buried once it starts growing, but we’ll see. Currently said little cat is waving cheerfully, encouraging the rehabilitation. It’s nice to glance over and see growing things, and also nice to take a break from the word-mines every once in a while and whisper “you can do it” to the jade plant.

There’s a box of things to be taken downstairs, and the rest of my office is in a state probably best left undescribed. Said box will probably solidify in place if I don’t deal with it forthwith. I can’t look at the news if I want to have enough energy to work, so rearranging–and contemplating green growing things–is a good substitute.

I hope you have something nice to contemplate this weekend, beloveds. Be gentle with yourselves, and each other. It’s not you–everything is messed up right now and we all need whatever small joy and safety we can find.

See you around.

Boostered, and Well-Filling

The Princess, being a frontline worker, had her booster appointment on Tuesday; the Prince and I went along to ask if they were doing walk-ins as well. Fortunately, it was one of the few pharmacies in the area offering them, there was nobody else in the store, so all three of us got our booster and flu shot at once.

The relief is immense. So immense, in fact, I’m not sure how much of being absolutely wiped out yesterday (and frankly, almost totally wiped out today) is psychological, and how much is my immune system pitching a gigantic fit. Either way, it’s far, far better than suffering the plague or influenza, so here we are.

The kids both had mild arm soreness and a wee bit of fatigue. So far their side effects are very small, which I am unendingly grateful for. I am logy, still a bit feverish, and brain-fogged, but the fatigue has gone down a bit. I will say, whether it was the relief or the fever, I had hypersaturated, very odd dreams.

None of them were worthy to turn into a short story, let alone a book, so that’s a bit disappointing. But I shall persevere. Gods know I have enough material to keep me busy, even after shoving three books out the door and into the wild, wild world.

All my engines can turn to Hell’s Acre for a short time now, then I can give Ghost Squad #2 a bit of a shake and a towel-down before sending it off to beta readers. At the very least I have to get all of the brackets out.

Song that never ends, no rest for the weary or the wicked in our benighted world, and all that.

Before I forget, a huge shout-out to everyone who told me what movies, books, songs, and the like they’re using to refill their wells right now. You guys are a very eclectic bunch! (Feel free to add what you’re reading/watching/loving right now! I always love hearing about it.) I’m reading Burkert’s Homo Necans (because that is my idea of fun) and have been talked into watching the Wheel of Time series on Amazon.

I knew a few WoT fans in high school, and their behavior over the book(s) convinced me I wanted nothing to do with the entire thing. Later, I shelved them during my many stints as a bookstore worker, and the behavior of the male fans there just deepened my conviction. But, as one of my friends pointed out, misogynistic neckbeards are up in arms over the Amazon Prime adaptation being “diverse” and “woke”, so it’s probably worth a try.

I like the costuming (I am Team Suspenders, and some of the sweaters delight my inner knitter) and the CGI is great, not to mention Rosamund Pike and Daniel Henney. (The latter sparked one of my favorite characters in the Livi Talbot series.) So, all in all, it seems pretty awesome and I might give the books a try, though that Rand guy irritates the living DAYLIGHTS out of me already and I can’t wait for him to get stabbed by a giant trolloc or eyeless thing already. I’m only a couple episodes in, so we’ll see. I might even give the books a whirl, who knows?

So today is for gently getting back to work–only for a few hours, there’s no use in courting burnout–and getting subscription stuff out the door. Not to mention walking the dogs and prodding my poor bewildered corpse through something approaching a run. I haven’t had a run in days and it’s beginning to wear on my nerves.

I never, ever can get the hang of Thursdays, but one must suffer them all the same. Time to strap some shoes on, grab some toast, and get the dogs walked.

See you around, beloveds.