Bears in the machinery
Last night I had this one long stress dream about grocery shopping. I had to keep going around and around the store, getting one single item at a time from each department, and I kept forgetting things because I couldn't get both maple syrup and honey at the same time due to the store's rules. And then I had to help this woman grind roasted nuts into peanut butter at the self-serve grinder area that doubled as the coffee grinder, and she kept getting it wrong because she was grinding the nuts on the espresso setting and - I don't know, waking up suddenly at 3 AM with the moon shining down on my face from the casement window was momentarily supernaturally freaky, but ultimately a great relief because no more grinding nuts.
I had to bring K's car to the mechanic yesterday because it was leaking something, and I spent all day in a panic that it was leaking it's lifeblood, like, transmission fluid or something and we would have to replace the transmission and break the budget/need to buy a new car/need to become a 1 car household and how much would we save on gas versus how early would I have to get up to get K to work on time and still get myself to work on time and....anyway. It turned out to be just an oil leak and the mechanic fixed it and told me to come back in a few weeks because they'd put in a tracer dye (how cool!) to see if there was another leak somewhere.
However, when I drove the car home yesterday, it started jerking like a possessed thing, acting for all the world like it was going to stall ON THE HIGHWAY and wouldn't change gears - let me tell you, flooring it and only barely getting to 40 on the highway is kind of scary. I was convinced the fix of the leak had set into motion some other chain reaction of fail and that Thursday was going to end with me on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck. That did not happen. I made it home fine, and called the mechanic this morning, and he knew exactly what was wrong and how to fix it. (Apparently, when they washed the motor to clean up the leaky oil, some water got in some places it wasn't supposed to go, and as it evaporated, the car drove more smoothly, which is why it seemed to be getting less possessed the more I drove.) So, another morning walking to work from the mechanic! It's a nice walk and a lovely morning, and it's FRIDAY, so, I'm ok. Would be better with werewolves, but, ok.
Things I am better without: BEARS. We had one in the yard last weekend, in the early evening, and I completely failed to take a picture because I was too busy going OMFG BEAR and trying to make sure it didn't eat my chickens. At one point, the bear seemed to have wandered off so I went outside to make sure, and, NO, HE HAD NOT WANDERED OFF but was in fact INSIDE the chicken coop. The chickens were, at the time, in the run, a few feet away, but, BEAR INSIDE THE COOP DUDE HOW DID YOU EVEN FIT IN THERE YOU ARE A FUCKING TRUCK. We've had many experts tell us that there's really no fence or barrier you can put between bears and chickens - and having seen this guy, I believe that. If he had wanted to snack on the girls, he could have just overturned the run. And clearly he has no problem OPENING DOORS to crawl inside the coop itself when the lock is off. Eventually he wandered off into the woods and we haven't seen evidence of him since, so I'm hoping he was just curious and not all that hungry and/or the ladies were just too much work for a meal.
I've been writing and revisiting and editing and writing some more. One of the should-be-obvious things that I always forget about how my writing brain works is that I'm more likely to soar over a hurdle in an old story once I've started writing a new one. Also, the flush of excitement that comes with discovering a new story - ugh, the very best.
Are you on Tumblr? I'm here and one of my favorite things on Tumblr has been the advent of gif-stories and graphic-based AUs. I can't figure out how to link to just my posts with tags, but if you wander through, you'll find a ton the ones I've reblogged under "teen wolf", "au", and "pack." So many amazing stories.
I'm actually much more comfortable playing around in the Teen Wolf fandom on Tumblr than reading fic right now, not because there isn't great fic, but because there's this INFURIATING trend in the fandom where everything is a WIP, or worse, it seems like it won't be a WIP but then it secret is, or WORSE THAN THAT, it's a story that has a fabulous premise and is just long enough to be a realization of the idea but has NO RESOLUTION. So, I'm reading, but cautiously because there's only so much patience I have for reading half a story, especially when it's pretending to be a whole one.
I am sure there were a other things I had to tell you about, but, repetitive peanut butter making in my subconscious seems to have ground it all out. Ground. Ha ha. Oh my god, I need more coffee.
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I had to bring K's car to the mechanic yesterday because it was leaking something, and I spent all day in a panic that it was leaking it's lifeblood, like, transmission fluid or something and we would have to replace the transmission and break the budget/need to buy a new car/need to become a 1 car household and how much would we save on gas versus how early would I have to get up to get K to work on time and still get myself to work on time and....anyway. It turned out to be just an oil leak and the mechanic fixed it and told me to come back in a few weeks because they'd put in a tracer dye (how cool!) to see if there was another leak somewhere.
However, when I drove the car home yesterday, it started jerking like a possessed thing, acting for all the world like it was going to stall ON THE HIGHWAY and wouldn't change gears - let me tell you, flooring it and only barely getting to 40 on the highway is kind of scary. I was convinced the fix of the leak had set into motion some other chain reaction of fail and that Thursday was going to end with me on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck. That did not happen. I made it home fine, and called the mechanic this morning, and he knew exactly what was wrong and how to fix it. (Apparently, when they washed the motor to clean up the leaky oil, some water got in some places it wasn't supposed to go, and as it evaporated, the car drove more smoothly, which is why it seemed to be getting less possessed the more I drove.) So, another morning walking to work from the mechanic! It's a nice walk and a lovely morning, and it's FRIDAY, so, I'm ok. Would be better with werewolves, but, ok.
Things I am better without: BEARS. We had one in the yard last weekend, in the early evening, and I completely failed to take a picture because I was too busy going OMFG BEAR and trying to make sure it didn't eat my chickens. At one point, the bear seemed to have wandered off so I went outside to make sure, and, NO, HE HAD NOT WANDERED OFF but was in fact INSIDE the chicken coop. The chickens were, at the time, in the run, a few feet away, but, BEAR INSIDE THE COOP DUDE HOW DID YOU EVEN FIT IN THERE YOU ARE A FUCKING TRUCK. We've had many experts tell us that there's really no fence or barrier you can put between bears and chickens - and having seen this guy, I believe that. If he had wanted to snack on the girls, he could have just overturned the run. And clearly he has no problem OPENING DOORS to crawl inside the coop itself when the lock is off. Eventually he wandered off into the woods and we haven't seen evidence of him since, so I'm hoping he was just curious and not all that hungry and/or the ladies were just too much work for a meal.
I've been writing and revisiting and editing and writing some more. One of the should-be-obvious things that I always forget about how my writing brain works is that I'm more likely to soar over a hurdle in an old story once I've started writing a new one. Also, the flush of excitement that comes with discovering a new story - ugh, the very best.
Are you on Tumblr? I'm here and one of my favorite things on Tumblr has been the advent of gif-stories and graphic-based AUs. I can't figure out how to link to just my posts with tags, but if you wander through, you'll find a ton the ones I've reblogged under "teen wolf", "au", and "pack." So many amazing stories.
I'm actually much more comfortable playing around in the Teen Wolf fandom on Tumblr than reading fic right now, not because there isn't great fic, but because there's this INFURIATING trend in the fandom where everything is a WIP, or worse, it seems like it won't be a WIP but then it secret is, or WORSE THAN THAT, it's a story that has a fabulous premise and is just long enough to be a realization of the idea but has NO RESOLUTION. So, I'm reading, but cautiously because there's only so much patience I have for reading half a story, especially when it's pretending to be a whole one.
I am sure there were a other things I had to tell you about, but, repetitive peanut butter making in my subconscious seems to have ground it all out. Ground. Ha ha. Oh my god, I need more coffee.
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