Monthly Archives: November 2017

All the fancy blogs make me sad

All the fancy blogs and Instagram feeds make me sad if I think about them. They have elaborate holiday displays all over their houses. I’d love to have that sort of thing. I’d love to not have cats that don’t knock everything over and nest in Christmas trees. Also, most of them take hours and hours of work to put out. That’s just not my life.

This is my holiday display. It took fifteen minutes to put out, including getting it out of storage.

Yes, that’s the only tree I do. It’s little and ceramic, but the cats can’t nest in it.

I wanted a vintage ceramic tree, but they were all super expensive on Ebay. Like $200 and more. I got this one for $40 last year on sale from the Vermont Country Store. I’ll keep it until it’s vintage or until the cats decide to test gravity with it. So far they haven’t managed that, so I’m feeling good about it.

The poinsettia wreath I made years ago. It was a skirt around some real candles for years, but it’s just the right size be a tree skirt. The fake candles complete the retro-kitsch look. They turn on and off automatically and aren’t a fire hazard when the cats decide that kitten-psycho-playtime needs to take a lap on my buffet table.

The roommate’s father made the wooden tree and manger scene on the sides of the table. They’ve held a place of honor ever since he gave them to her. They’re simple and beautiful and won’t break if the cats decide to knock them over. That last part is a bonus.

My white porcelain creche is put up until the time we don’t have cats. I think it’s beautiful and want to display it. I also don’t want it broken. It’s the same for a good number of my holiday display items. They’re just not practical at this time in my life.

All the fancy blogs make me sad, but only if I think about them too much. My life is too busy to compare to other people’s Instagram feeds.

It’s not over until the belly says it’s over

It’s so close to healed.

That’s what the wound care nurses and the wound care doctor tell me. So close. Very close.

It’s not actually healed yet.

We were using DuoDerm pads as landing strips for tape until the DuoDerm adhesive started tearing up my skin. I have a thing against randomly bleeding because my skin blistered from the adhesive. Again. I went without a dressing over the remains of my belly wound for a little over five days, just moisturizing with Vaseline to try to give my skin a break and provide some kind of barrier for my skin to heal.

As a last ditch effort to keep the wound covered, they’ve switched me to soft foam dressings with silicone adhesive. I give the wound a layer of Vaseline because if you’re not giving yourself a Vaseline barrier, you’re apparently doing it wrong. Then I stick these 4 inch by 4 inch pads down over the wound. They can stay in place for two to three days before you need to change them.

I change them every other day after I shower. That’s as long as I care to go between actual showers though I’m sure my primary care physician would prefer that I take it a little easier on my sensitive, eczema prone skin and go for cooler showers perhaps every third day.

Bite me, eczema. There is no way that’s happening, especially after nearly three months solid of sponge baths. I just never feel clean without a good actual showering, preferably with nice hot water. (Yes, I know. Bad for eczema prone skin, but it feels so good.)

I miss showering daily.

At least I can stand face forward in the shower. For a while it was all “back to the water flow and minimize direct wetness on the wound.” I’ve had road rash deeper than the belly wound is now. I have the gouge in my shin to prove it.

I just wish it were healed already. This last little bit by bit healing with the skin re-opening in some places and the bandage removal pulling up new skin in others is frustrating.

I want it to be over. It’s time belly. Really.

Hail, Thor, God of Thunder

It’s been a while since I went to a Marvel Movie on opening night. Opening weekend, yes, but not opening night. I hadn’t actually been planning to see Thor: Ragnarok in theatres, but when a friend proposed a group dinner and movie, I decided to join the group more for the company than for the movie.

I was kind of dreading Thor: Ragnarok. I wanted to love all the Thor films the way I love the Iron Man films. I really did. I don’t though.

Thor itself was pretty good. Not as good as I wanted it to be, but a solid film. I added it to my film collection without hesitation.

Thor 2: The Dark World disappointed me. I’ve secretly called it Thor: The Boring World. It will go in the collection eventually for completeness sake, but I haven’t gotten around to picking it up yet. It wasn’t bad, exactly. Just boring. I almost fell asleep in the movie theatre, something that’s only happened once: when I saw Dances With Wolves. I tried watching The Dark World again on streaming and promptly fell asleep when I was home. I didn’t even drowse for Only Lovers Left Alive and that film is beautiful, but one of the slowest paced films out there made in the modern era.

Thankfully, Thor: Ragnarok had everything that I liked in Thor and nothing I disliked from Thor 2. It was dark enough to be dramatic and humorous enough to keep it from turning into a sulking emofest. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I will likely see it again in the theatre if I can manage it and it will come into the Marvel Movie collection once it comes out on disc.

I might pick up Thor 2 at that time, too. I need it for completeness sake. Probably not, though.

What I did on the first day of NaNoNotMo

  1. Worked late at the day job
  2. Took a picture for Day 2 of the 7 Day black and white photo challenge.
  3. Made dinner.
  4. Cleaned out the refrigerator because today is garbage day.
  5. Started organizing my closet for winter.
  6. Read.
  7. Worked on a story I’ve got going.
  8. Worked on a blog post (not this one).
  9. Played RIFT because it’s Autumn Harvest and I need a new necklace.

What I didn’t do on the first day of NaNoNotMo

  1. Feel bad because I didn’t make the word count for my novel.

Nanowrimo 2017: Pass

Normally, I’d be announcing that I’m working on a novel for Nanowrimo today. I’m not. This is my official announcement that I’m passing on Nanowrimo 2017.

I have every other priority on the planet every other day of the year. I’m busier in November than pretty much the rest of the year. Why would trying to write 50K in the 30 busiest days of my year change that?

I don’t want to make excuses for not writing on my Nanowrimo project any more. I don’t want the pressure of trying hit that number in November, prioritizing my actual November priorities and then feeling guilty because I didn’t complete the goal. I don’t want to feel like a failure for not writing a novel in a month when November is the beginning of the holiday season and I have more going on this year than any other.

I start training for a 5K run in February. I’ve done a number of 5K walks. Running is the next natural progression. I’m not really sure about this running thing. I’m trying to be open minded about it, but running has never really been my forte. Be that as it may, I have too many friends who run now and I’m tired of being left behind to watch the stuff.

I have a test knit to finish. For that matter, I have a test knit to start. The swatch with the first yarn I tried was horrible. I just haven’t made it down to toss the stash. For that matter, I really need to sort the stash and donate things I’m not going to actually use. It’s time to be realistic and let some things go.

The day job has deadlines looming that will likely lead to long hours in the office. It’s started gnawing at the back of my brain. How can I make all these things at the day job fit into the timeline presented.

The laundry doesn’t do itself. The dog doesn’t walk herself. The dog doesn’t do the laundry. The dog is a slacker.

The roommate (not a slacker) and the dog (total slacker)

There are holiday gatherings to plan. Thanksgiving dinner looks like it’s happening here. Christmas dinner may also happen here, too.

Mostly though, I’m tired. I have a bone deep weariness lingering from my surgery. Maybe it’s still anemia. I’ve got a full two months of iron pill prescription to consume.

The math is pretty simple here. Something has to give. I only have so much time an energy and I need for some of that time and energy for taking care of myself.