Back Again, Back Again, Jiggity-Jig!
Still mulling the "I'd rather be posting in a blog but no one reads me anymore on LJ" issue. Still prefer LJ to other blogging; cannot STAND FB and other truncated social media!
Still feeling relatively young despite my age, but have struggled all year with a knee injury that keeps re-injuring just as it's healing, so the stress is all over BOTH legs (both the limper and the support legs) and it's keeping me from doing what I want. That, and the continuing Car Nightmare...sheesh.
Car Nightmare in a Capsule: Car threatens to die during trips longer than 30 to 45 minutes, and will compleatly refuse to restart if I stop somewhere after driving that long. However, an hour or two later it WILL restart as if nothing's wrong. Local mechs have changed out over $800 of various parts while they GUESS at what's wrong with it, but insist it has to be 'playing dead' when they look at it. When I was finally able to show them during a 'dead session', the hired mech suddenly knew it was the computer sensor telling the carburettor the engine was overheating when it was not--but owner of garage, despite telling me they would be sending it to an electrics expert insisted instead on trying to change out the distributor "...because he wants to find something he can charge you for!" (direct quote from his son, who was yelling AT ME because they were unable to MAKE the car die over and over repeatedly at command, despite my telling them it was intermittent and would not happen if you tried to make it do so and my words being typed on the work order). Outcome: Still driving it short-term, afraid to leave the city limits on my own, and while the hired mech was able to get the car to restart when it died by pouring a little water over the fucked up computer sensor, I'm not sure I can use that trick NOW that the owner dicked around with it for three days trying to find something else to charge me for. (The next time it does refuse to start up again, I'll try it, but have been hesitant to "count" on that working after the owner's stubborn refusal to send it on to the electrics people.)
Like most of us, really hating this getting older thing. It might not be so bad if I had "old lady" interests, but I have the same damned interests I had at 19 and I don't really FEEL any older than 19! But the mirror shows me horrors and the knees have kept me sidelined enough to gain unwanted weight (since I can't really WALK most of the time). Really, really sucky.
In between misery with the knees, I work on the house and my research on constellations, etc. and plan on trying to get back to perfumery WHENEVER all the CRAP in the air decides do finally die down for the year. Right now I have gooey sinuses and am sick to death of mucus.
I did decide that since my nieces and nephew keep talking about my house, I should get a few things in order...so I'm locking away my writing into files and data sticks and shredding all the printouts at the rabbit. It's not that I don't want them to read some of what I've written, it's that some of it requires a bit of explanation if you weren't in on why it was written or what was going on at the time, so: passwords and no hardcopies. Plus, this means I'll be emptying out what seems like a blue million (maybe about 20) big binders. I rather doubt the kids would be shocked, but my sister might be, since she's already terrified of the Horror Bathroom.
Found antique frames that fit some of my lenticular Halloween portraits (Score!). Got genuinely creepy real early 20th C double-wedding photo reframed, but should eventually be made more 'artistically creepy' with pencils and put into a new, more elabourate frame. Until then, it's at least up and you have to look twice to figure out if it's MEANT to be as creepy as it is. (It's as if two ghost couples decided to get married just before they all committed mutual suicide pacts; it's such a weird photo!)
All the dental teeth are remounted in wax on their cards; skull x-rays are on the light box and I just got a new stash of the little skull bracelets that I keep giving to whomever asks. (Basically I wear two wristfuls, and whenever someone goes, "Oh, those are so cute!" I pull them off and give them away. The kids, my Godchildren, and friends are all enjoying being grabby and they're so much more fun than mere friendship bracelets!)
I'm good. Feeling lonely that most of my friends live further out than I can currently drive, but most of those who WERE close to me either moved away or were 'let go' in the Friends Cull where I got rid of anyone who really was just taking advantage of my Aquarian nature. Yeah, I'm a lot of fun to be with, I manage to plan really fun and/or bizarre activities, I'm overly generous, and I don't count the pennies, but if someone thinks I'm going to 100% "fund them", they're mistaken. Friendship is a two-way street and I got rid of those who only went "their way" and never back toward me.
Hope you're all doing well/better--I know it's been hard out there.
Love you!
Grey ;)
Still feeling relatively young despite my age, but have struggled all year with a knee injury that keeps re-injuring just as it's healing, so the stress is all over BOTH legs (both the limper and the support legs) and it's keeping me from doing what I want. That, and the continuing Car Nightmare...sheesh.
Car Nightmare in a Capsule: Car threatens to die during trips longer than 30 to 45 minutes, and will compleatly refuse to restart if I stop somewhere after driving that long. However, an hour or two later it WILL restart as if nothing's wrong. Local mechs have changed out over $800 of various parts while they GUESS at what's wrong with it, but insist it has to be 'playing dead' when they look at it. When I was finally able to show them during a 'dead session', the hired mech suddenly knew it was the computer sensor telling the carburettor the engine was overheating when it was not--but owner of garage, despite telling me they would be sending it to an electrics expert insisted instead on trying to change out the distributor "...because he wants to find something he can charge you for!" (direct quote from his son, who was yelling AT ME because they were unable to MAKE the car die over and over repeatedly at command, despite my telling them it was intermittent and would not happen if you tried to make it do so and my words being typed on the work order). Outcome: Still driving it short-term, afraid to leave the city limits on my own, and while the hired mech was able to get the car to restart when it died by pouring a little water over the fucked up computer sensor, I'm not sure I can use that trick NOW that the owner dicked around with it for three days trying to find something else to charge me for. (The next time it does refuse to start up again, I'll try it, but have been hesitant to "count" on that working after the owner's stubborn refusal to send it on to the electrics people.)
Like most of us, really hating this getting older thing. It might not be so bad if I had "old lady" interests, but I have the same damned interests I had at 19 and I don't really FEEL any older than 19! But the mirror shows me horrors and the knees have kept me sidelined enough to gain unwanted weight (since I can't really WALK most of the time). Really, really sucky.
In between misery with the knees, I work on the house and my research on constellations, etc. and plan on trying to get back to perfumery WHENEVER all the CRAP in the air decides do finally die down for the year. Right now I have gooey sinuses and am sick to death of mucus.
I did decide that since my nieces and nephew keep talking about my house, I should get a few things in order...so I'm locking away my writing into files and data sticks and shredding all the printouts at the rabbit. It's not that I don't want them to read some of what I've written, it's that some of it requires a bit of explanation if you weren't in on why it was written or what was going on at the time, so: passwords and no hardcopies. Plus, this means I'll be emptying out what seems like a blue million (maybe about 20) big binders. I rather doubt the kids would be shocked, but my sister might be, since she's already terrified of the Horror Bathroom.
Found antique frames that fit some of my lenticular Halloween portraits (Score!). Got genuinely creepy real early 20th C double-wedding photo reframed, but should eventually be made more 'artistically creepy' with pencils and put into a new, more elabourate frame. Until then, it's at least up and you have to look twice to figure out if it's MEANT to be as creepy as it is. (It's as if two ghost couples decided to get married just before they all committed mutual suicide pacts; it's such a weird photo!)
All the dental teeth are remounted in wax on their cards; skull x-rays are on the light box and I just got a new stash of the little skull bracelets that I keep giving to whomever asks. (Basically I wear two wristfuls, and whenever someone goes, "Oh, those are so cute!" I pull them off and give them away. The kids, my Godchildren, and friends are all enjoying being grabby and they're so much more fun than mere friendship bracelets!)
I'm good. Feeling lonely that most of my friends live further out than I can currently drive, but most of those who WERE close to me either moved away or were 'let go' in the Friends Cull where I got rid of anyone who really was just taking advantage of my Aquarian nature. Yeah, I'm a lot of fun to be with, I manage to plan really fun and/or bizarre activities, I'm overly generous, and I don't count the pennies, but if someone thinks I'm going to 100% "fund them", they're mistaken. Friendship is a two-way street and I got rid of those who only went "their way" and never back toward me.
Hope you're all doing well/better--I know it's been hard out there.
Love you!
Grey ;)