Care.

Phew, my aunt’s situation is not quite as bad as first expected. She will be on her way back to her (for now) permanent home in Maryland by the weekend. Her son arranged for a homehelper to check in every day as well, and a couple of her neighbours have been pitching in. So, yeah, ...

Family.

I’ve been up since 7:30am, running around doing baking prep and suchlike for the big family/friends-of-family gathering this evening. It’s just down the road and around the corner this year, rather than in the wilds of Wakefield, but that’s okay. I have some major crafting I have to get done tonight, so the earlier I’m ...

Breakfast.

Oh, hey, I’m just over here, inventing adapting cookie recipes. It remains to be seen how well they store, but I turned a ginger cookie recipe into an apple-cinnamon-maple one this morning because of the abundance of applesauce in the house (I had a lot of cooking apples lying around that needed to be made ...

Everything.

Last night’s event, which, I will admit, is not normally the kind of thing to which I’m drawn, since I am not very healing circle/rainstick/granola-oriented (it was women talking about various womenly things, from being flat-chested, to recovering from alcoholism, to miscarriages, to midwifery advocacy), and I didn’t fully understand why the event, which was ...

Lazy days.

↑ Actually, I know plenty about being lazy, but today can’t be one of those days. Not only did yesterday have about four hours fewer than I needed, I had to fill in for the downstairs manager for a time (this was arranged earlier in the week, but I had forgotten about), so I couldn’t ...

Normality. 1

It’s one thing to be aware that I’m discerning, but when other people tell me I’m picky, I get upset. I talked a bit about my fuck off-fu, of which I’m well aware, a few days ago, but some people have apparently noticed, and mentioned recently, that yes, I put people off, that I seem ...

Plays and poetry. 3

Three scenes explaining why I might be single:

Bad signs.

I have had two dreams lately (the most recent was interrupted by my alarm just now) in which I receive an email or phone call from a woman someone saying that she picked up my tab when I forgot to pay after leaving a shop in rural Hungary (oddly, I have dreams about non-existent ski ...

Things more important than the size of my thighs. 1

I had an absolutely diabolically bad sleep, interrupted by a loudly purring feline (who insisted on sleeping curled up in my armpit), generalised anxiety, dreams where I angrily explained that Finnish is not at all like Norwegian, and big trucks pulling up to finish (I hope?) the roadworks outside my house (a project that’s been ...

Addenda.

Chatted with my awesome older brother a bit about today’s entry. Agreed that asking ‘What’s new?’ or similar is best when seeing someone after a long time, regardless of how good/bad/thin/fat/etc. you think they look. If people want to share, they will. If they don’t, it’s none of your fucking business. That is all.