Well. It seems that one again it is the weekend and my calendar has reminded me that it’s time to write another blog post. So here I am, are you here yet? Pull up a comfy seat and a drink of your choice and let’s chat.
Now you might be wondering about the title of this post, but if you’ve been reading me for any length of time you know I tend to mean exactly what I say.
Late last week we ran into an issue: our front door would not close. By that I mean that the latch would not catch, such that locking the door was pointless. The slightest touch or the gentlest breeze would open the door, and with winds from Hurricane Erin bearing down on us, our options were limited.
I got out my screwdrivers and took a look a things and quickly realized that the issue was a common one: over the course of years, the natural settling of the doorframe meant that the hole in the jamb needed to be enlarged ever so slightly and the metal place moved just a tad further back. I’d done this before in our old place, but now that we rent I didn’t want to make alterations willy-nilly. I mean, I would have, but lease agreements and all that.
So instead I put in a maintenance request and we blocked the door with bricks to give it the appearance of being secure and went in and out the back door – which worked marvelously except for the one day it rained and flooded the backyard.
But now the door is fixed and closing once more, though I probably will use the back door more than I have, realizing how convenient it is for certain chores. It only took me eight years or so, but better late than never.
Unfortunately other things haven’t been as smooth this week: I’m still not feeling much better than last week when I was laid up with my back for nearly two and a half days. I did start to feel better on Monday but that was only a slight reprieve. It’s getting to the point that I’m starting to feel snippy about every slight inconvenience, which isn’t a good time for anyone.
Then our AC at work broke, to the point that it was downright oppressive. There is no good reason why our workspaces should have been moist, but such was the situation we found ourselves in. It was fixed by Tuesday afternoon, but took until Wednesday morning for the building to feel normal again. Our unit head arranged for free Italian Ices for us to help cool us off; I opted for coconut cream since I don’t keep coconut at home thanks to Krystal’s allergies.
On Wednesday I saw a coworker I know tangentially in another department who said “I have a random question: are you the one with the Pusheen office?”
Of course I said yes, and then she gave me a Pusheen tech sleeve! She’d bought it for an iPad or a MacBook or something and it just wasn’t what she wanted and rather than return it she thought she’d give it to someone who liked Pusheen and would enjoy it. She was not wrong, and I’m glad that when folks around my building see Pusheen “in the wild” they think of me.
What else went smoothly on Wednesday was our D&D game – that’s right; we’re back! It was so much fun to be back with friends after a hiatus. My Tabaxi Leaf may have made a misstep as the last scene of the session found us in conflict with a group of eight Halflings. Of course Leaf rushed into battle but with the rest of his party 20 or so feet behind, unless others make themselves more of a target things will get very dicey for him very quickly indeed.
We’ll see what happens!
Another thing that’s gone smoothly have been our rehearsals for The Laramie Project. I”m getting my lines down pretty good (I think) for Act One and Act Two, and while my lines for Act Three aren’t as difficult in terms of number of lines, they are emotionally draining. I’m working on finding ways to dissociate from the words I’m saying while still delivering them with the emotion the scenes call for – and since Act Three calls for me to portray two homophobic murderers, it’s a challenge. Thankfully I don’t have to end the play as either of them.
Since I was feeling bad overall I decided to be gentle with myself Friday evening, which meant willingly choosing to be emotionally devastated by Taylor Swift. I played both Folklore and Evermore while slowly consuming a supreme pizza and a bottle of Riesling.
Sometimes you just need a good cry, you know?
Now, it maybe a few months early, but I think I’ve decided there are only two things I want for my birthday/Christmas this year: a new tattoo and the 2026 Pusheen calendar. I’ll be turning 40 (!!) and want to finally get my Discworld/My Chemical Romance mashup tattoo.
Or maybe I’ll get this medieval cat churning butter. He’s just a little guy, and I need him.
My online acquaintance Holly said I should get both, but that’s going to depend on finances.
I also need to decide on an artist and reach out about getting on their December books . . .
Yesterday some new wall art arrived: a KPop Demon Hunters Derpy print from Jellykoe:
Maybe when we frame it we’ll remember to get frames for some other prints as well.
Anyway, I’ve been sitting up while typing this along with eating my Lucky Charms and drinking my coffee and doing a few sinkfuls of dishes and everything is now screaming at me so I think I’ll lie back down with my heating pad with a Fireplace dvd and some lofi beats on Spotify.
How have you been?
What have you been up to?
Running In My Head 