A mixed bag of things
Molly is in heat for the first time. She's not even ten months old! She's being extremely co-dependent - more than usual, which is A LOT - and she won't really eat. She prefers to lie by the radiator, even though her doggy mat is maybe a foot away. I'd move it, but then I'd accidentally step on her a lot. Her stomach is extremely upset, and she just barfed up two days' worth of food, or so it seems. Poor thing. I hope she feels better soon. Periods are the worst, even for dogs, it seems.
We're having an extremely lazy Saturday. I'm procrastinating a shower, the laundry, and some invoicing. I should probably make a decision about what to make for dinner, too. Sven is on his computer, perusing Facebook and hunting forums, and gazing lovingly at a hunting knife that's being made especially for him for his birthday. He kept showing me samples of this guy's work, and finally I said I'd give him one for his birthday, if he ordered it himself, so I was sure it would be exactly to his specifications. It's a hand-smithed blade with this really cool pattern in the steel, and the shaft is made from water buffalo horn, so it's almost black, and mounted with silver and copper accents. It's really pretty, and he's so adorkably excited. All that's left to finish is the sheath, and the guy keeps sending him photo updates, so he can see how it's all done. We're both really excited to see it 'live' at this point. It looks beautiful. If you want to see a picture, the guy who makes it is using it as a header on his Facebook page, TL knives:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/488623114587106/ (So I guess he's pretty proud of it himself. With good reason!)
It's really typically January, in that people seem generally too pooped out from the holidays to do much socializing, including ourselves. I'm really quite happy with holing up here, drinking wine and doing nothing, but then that's nothing new. :) I do get to leave the house to see American Hustle with the twins on Tuesday. I'd also really like to see Frozen, and Guardians Of The Galaxy, although I don't know if that's out yet. Or if it will even come to cinemas in Denmark... I saw Catching Fire with Sofie last week. OMG, I loved it! Better than the first one, IMO. She and I had a chat, after we were done raving about how fucking awesome the movie was, about waitressing. We made friends working at the theater, all those years ago. She asked me if I missed it, and I answered truthfully: So much. She was surprised. I just really miss feeling competent. I miss working with my hands and my legs and my brain. I still think like a waitress/cook: Everything needs to be timed *just so* and whenever Sven steps in to help, he really fucks up my chi, whether it's laundry or yard work or whatever other menial task. I have to remind myself that it doesn't matter if some things are done ahead of other things, but 9 times out of 10, it turns out it does make a difference! I miss smiling, and being in the moment. No matter what was bothering me, when I was working, it was like an escape from those dark clouds. I took a break from my brain going a million miles a minute, because I had to be in the now, and plan only what was in front of me, exist only in the hours until my shift was over.. Maybe that's a cop-out. But it felt good to take a time out and go be a fucking superstar. And it was a wonderful thing to have a job that felt like running around at recess in 4th grade. Yeah, I miss it. And if it made any sort of sense to return to it, I would.
We're having an extremely lazy Saturday. I'm procrastinating a shower, the laundry, and some invoicing. I should probably make a decision about what to make for dinner, too. Sven is on his computer, perusing Facebook and hunting forums, and gazing lovingly at a hunting knife that's being made especially for him for his birthday. He kept showing me samples of this guy's work, and finally I said I'd give him one for his birthday, if he ordered it himself, so I was sure it would be exactly to his specifications. It's a hand-smithed blade with this really cool pattern in the steel, and the shaft is made from water buffalo horn, so it's almost black, and mounted with silver and copper accents. It's really pretty, and he's so adorkably excited. All that's left to finish is the sheath, and the guy keeps sending him photo updates, so he can see how it's all done. We're both really excited to see it 'live' at this point. It looks beautiful. If you want to see a picture, the guy who makes it is using it as a header on his Facebook page, TL knives:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/488623114587106/ (So I guess he's pretty proud of it himself. With good reason!)
It's really typically January, in that people seem generally too pooped out from the holidays to do much socializing, including ourselves. I'm really quite happy with holing up here, drinking wine and doing nothing, but then that's nothing new. :) I do get to leave the house to see American Hustle with the twins on Tuesday. I'd also really like to see Frozen, and Guardians Of The Galaxy, although I don't know if that's out yet. Or if it will even come to cinemas in Denmark... I saw Catching Fire with Sofie last week. OMG, I loved it! Better than the first one, IMO. She and I had a chat, after we were done raving about how fucking awesome the movie was, about waitressing. We made friends working at the theater, all those years ago. She asked me if I missed it, and I answered truthfully: So much. She was surprised. I just really miss feeling competent. I miss working with my hands and my legs and my brain. I still think like a waitress/cook: Everything needs to be timed *just so* and whenever Sven steps in to help, he really fucks up my chi, whether it's laundry or yard work or whatever other menial task. I have to remind myself that it doesn't matter if some things are done ahead of other things, but 9 times out of 10, it turns out it does make a difference! I miss smiling, and being in the moment. No matter what was bothering me, when I was working, it was like an escape from those dark clouds. I took a break from my brain going a million miles a minute, because I had to be in the now, and plan only what was in front of me, exist only in the hours until my shift was over.. Maybe that's a cop-out. But it felt good to take a time out and go be a fucking superstar. And it was a wonderful thing to have a job that felt like running around at recess in 4th grade. Yeah, I miss it. And if it made any sort of sense to return to it, I would.