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It is raining, omg, so much today. We're still officially in a drought but any amount of rain is a relief to see. I'm staying inside all day. I'm thinking of watching a movie and drinking hot chocolate this afternoon.
I haven't posted much lately, mostly been feeling ambivalent or stressed about relatively small problems.
I did finish a fic yesterday, that was satisfying. Only I've written several fics about coping with covid, and then suddenly this most recent fic became about racial issues, so I was thinking, I'll pick up one of those older fics that I've been wanting to finish, this one was fairly silly IIRC, I can use a light change of pace. I read 6 out of 18 chapters, and wow, do you know how much gay issues (or certainly my thinking on them) have evolved in 11 years? A lot, a freaking lot. But yet, it's set before marriage equality, so part of me says, 'just stick with what's there, it was right for the time' (and maybe still right for certain characters) And another part's kinda whimpering, 'this is going to need so much rewriting.'
Every time I see an author's notes about a fic taking them 3 whole months, I laugh. And then laugh some more.
Mild health tmi, my iron stores are low, so my doctor wanted me to see a gastroenterologist in case I was bleeding somewhere. This seemed silly to me, but whatever, it's a video appt, I don't even need to find a parking spot. I honestly say to the guy, "I've had a problem with my iron since I was 18, I know this because it's been a regular issue with giving blood, I don't see any reason to worry now." So we talk a bit, and he suggests that possibly the problem IS my regularly giving blood. And that maybe I should take a break, see what happens, and then not give so often. I've never looked at a doctor and thought: I may pay no attention to you.
Funny thing, I'd thought about stopping when I retired, because the blood drive came to work and made it convenient, but then my sister wanted to start, and now we have have a good rhythm.
So I thought I had a new cat, and she was adorable, but close to 3 weeks later, her owner sees my Nextdoor post, messages me several times, and comes the next day to get her. She wears a mask into my house (good) but doesn't bring a carrier (bad). And is getting a divorce, so has rehomed two of her dogs (I shudder a little, but okay, divorce), the dog she kept ran away, then the next day the cat ran away, she hasn't found the dog, she hasn't told anyone (which means she hasn't asked anyone to help her look?), and she knows the cat is chipped but not registered but doesn't seem to understand she should DO something about that fact. So I'm not impressed with her as a pet owner, but cat seems to know her, so she carries her off. I guess I'm happy that kitty found her home and some stranger doesn't always have to wonder about what happened to her cat. Except I'm not really, I was ready for that cat to stay.
I finished painting bedrooms, one blue, one green, one violet. I'm very pleased but still need to finish hanging pictures. I'm waffling on painting the living room now. It's fall, I won't be opening the house up again for ages, no airing out the smell of paint. But it'd nice to finish now that I'm on a roll.
Slowly working on the sixth season of Lucifer (I cannot binge!) and have started on a show called Sex Education (on Netflix), about a teenage struggling with normal high school issues, except he's also regularly freaked out by the honesty of his sex therapist mother, played by Gillian Anderson. It's very funny and has best use of the I am Spartacus trope ever: https://youtu.be/DcEIAWQZZAA This entry was originally posted at https://elayna.dreamwidth.org/322994.html. Comment wherever you prefer.
I haven't posted much lately, mostly been feeling ambivalent or stressed about relatively small problems.
I did finish a fic yesterday, that was satisfying. Only I've written several fics about coping with covid, and then suddenly this most recent fic became about racial issues, so I was thinking, I'll pick up one of those older fics that I've been wanting to finish, this one was fairly silly IIRC, I can use a light change of pace. I read 6 out of 18 chapters, and wow, do you know how much gay issues (or certainly my thinking on them) have evolved in 11 years? A lot, a freaking lot. But yet, it's set before marriage equality, so part of me says, 'just stick with what's there, it was right for the time' (and maybe still right for certain characters) And another part's kinda whimpering, 'this is going to need so much rewriting.'
Every time I see an author's notes about a fic taking them 3 whole months, I laugh. And then laugh some more.
Mild health tmi, my iron stores are low, so my doctor wanted me to see a gastroenterologist in case I was bleeding somewhere. This seemed silly to me, but whatever, it's a video appt, I don't even need to find a parking spot. I honestly say to the guy, "I've had a problem with my iron since I was 18, I know this because it's been a regular issue with giving blood, I don't see any reason to worry now." So we talk a bit, and he suggests that possibly the problem IS my regularly giving blood. And that maybe I should take a break, see what happens, and then not give so often. I've never looked at a doctor and thought: I may pay no attention to you.
Funny thing, I'd thought about stopping when I retired, because the blood drive came to work and made it convenient, but then my sister wanted to start, and now we have have a good rhythm.
So I thought I had a new cat, and she was adorable, but close to 3 weeks later, her owner sees my Nextdoor post, messages me several times, and comes the next day to get her. She wears a mask into my house (good) but doesn't bring a carrier (bad). And is getting a divorce, so has rehomed two of her dogs (I shudder a little, but okay, divorce), the dog she kept ran away, then the next day the cat ran away, she hasn't found the dog, she hasn't told anyone (which means she hasn't asked anyone to help her look?), and she knows the cat is chipped but not registered but doesn't seem to understand she should DO something about that fact. So I'm not impressed with her as a pet owner, but cat seems to know her, so she carries her off. I guess I'm happy that kitty found her home and some stranger doesn't always have to wonder about what happened to her cat. Except I'm not really, I was ready for that cat to stay.
I finished painting bedrooms, one blue, one green, one violet. I'm very pleased but still need to finish hanging pictures. I'm waffling on painting the living room now. It's fall, I won't be opening the house up again for ages, no airing out the smell of paint. But it'd nice to finish now that I'm on a roll.
Slowly working on the sixth season of Lucifer (I cannot binge!) and have started on a show called Sex Education (on Netflix), about a teenage struggling with normal high school issues, except he's also regularly freaked out by the honesty of his sex therapist mother, played by Gillian Anderson. It's very funny and has best use of the I am Spartacus trope ever: https://youtu.be/DcEIAWQZZAA This entry was originally posted at https://elayna.dreamwidth.org/322994.html. Comment wherever you prefer.