I woke up like this*
Ah yes. Not being dead. Hello.
So I'm all caught up on LJ once again, after over half a year. And, um, not much has changed. So let's just pretend I've been keeping a regular journal, yes? Cool.
Anyway. I keep accumulating projects. I also keep accumulating life forms. The snails and slugs are doing okay (except for the baby snails, most of which are falling prey to the slugs, which is totally cool because what was I going to do with some 80 baby snails, right?). The butterflies have all emerged, except Olaf, who's out for winter, and for one of the geranium bronze butterflies. (Another of the geranium bronze butterflies didn't fly off in the 24 hours it was outside, so it's in the moss farm - a clear plastic box where I used to keep my tights and now serves as a humidity-enhancing container - and doesn't seem to be able to fly okay. Maybe that's my fault because it's gotten soaked a few times with sugar water, but I've taken that out now and put in some mango. It's been raining and these past few days, so the poor thing would be pretty much surely dead anyway.) The plants are, for the most part, okay. The little seeds that had germinated have decided to...stop? I planted them but there's not much action going on. And my tiny rose bush is super sad and loosing leaves - even though it's growing out new ones - and all of its roses dried up, some without even opening properly. So that's upsetting. What does it want?? What does it need?? Also, I haven't quite decided where to put them - my one shelf-space is crowded and sad and needs to be reorganized. (I could so use a narrow little shelf thing...) I want them in my room, though. (I'm still peeved that I really wanted a fern, so we got one, but mom was all 'Oh, no, it has to go on the stairs.' I wanted to cuddle that fern!)
As for the projects, the cross stitch is coming along. It's less enjoyable now, because the thread colours that came in the pack are wrong and about a third of the colours actually needed, which means I've raided mom's stash and am trying to match colours, and the thread thickness is all over the place, and also I'm going to have to take out a load of stitches and redo them in better colours. (There was this...neon green. It is so not staying.) The gold spray-painted stuff still needs do be finished, and the little box to exhibit tiny things needs to be finished painting. I also wanted to go through my old jewellery from when I was a kid, maybe spruce up the jewellery box... Oh, and I picked up a wooden painting frame from - and don't judge me - the ravine. Along with a ceramic cherub head. Yes, okay, it's technically trash. Or. Or it's a fixer-upper.
So that's me hiding my head in the sand.
In other, less sandy issues, I'm still seeing all the psychologists, getting my paperwork finally updated at the employment office (it's only been, what, two months?), and eventually, there will be Ye Job Hunt.
Stuff at home is still, generally speaking, horrible. So yeah.
But hey! I have snails! Slugs! Butterflies! Plants! Weekly visits to the dog shelter!
* Common expression
So I'm all caught up on LJ once again, after over half a year. And, um, not much has changed. So let's just pretend I've been keeping a regular journal, yes? Cool.
Anyway. I keep accumulating projects. I also keep accumulating life forms. The snails and slugs are doing okay (except for the baby snails, most of which are falling prey to the slugs, which is totally cool because what was I going to do with some 80 baby snails, right?). The butterflies have all emerged, except Olaf, who's out for winter, and for one of the geranium bronze butterflies. (Another of the geranium bronze butterflies didn't fly off in the 24 hours it was outside, so it's in the moss farm - a clear plastic box where I used to keep my tights and now serves as a humidity-enhancing container - and doesn't seem to be able to fly okay. Maybe that's my fault because it's gotten soaked a few times with sugar water, but I've taken that out now and put in some mango. It's been raining and these past few days, so the poor thing would be pretty much surely dead anyway.) The plants are, for the most part, okay. The little seeds that had germinated have decided to...stop? I planted them but there's not much action going on. And my tiny rose bush is super sad and loosing leaves - even though it's growing out new ones - and all of its roses dried up, some without even opening properly. So that's upsetting. What does it want?? What does it need?? Also, I haven't quite decided where to put them - my one shelf-space is crowded and sad and needs to be reorganized. (I could so use a narrow little shelf thing...) I want them in my room, though. (I'm still peeved that I really wanted a fern, so we got one, but mom was all 'Oh, no, it has to go on the stairs.' I wanted to cuddle that fern!)
As for the projects, the cross stitch is coming along. It's less enjoyable now, because the thread colours that came in the pack are wrong and about a third of the colours actually needed, which means I've raided mom's stash and am trying to match colours, and the thread thickness is all over the place, and also I'm going to have to take out a load of stitches and redo them in better colours. (There was this...neon green. It is so not staying.) The gold spray-painted stuff still needs do be finished, and the little box to exhibit tiny things needs to be finished painting. I also wanted to go through my old jewellery from when I was a kid, maybe spruce up the jewellery box... Oh, and I picked up a wooden painting frame from - and don't judge me - the ravine. Along with a ceramic cherub head. Yes, okay, it's technically trash. Or. Or it's a fixer-upper.
So that's me hiding my head in the sand.
In other, less sandy issues, I'm still seeing all the psychologists, getting my paperwork finally updated at the employment office (it's only been, what, two months?), and eventually, there will be Ye Job Hunt.
Stuff at home is still, generally speaking, horrible. So yeah.
But hey! I have snails! Slugs! Butterflies! Plants! Weekly visits to the dog shelter!
* Common expression