I have been blog-avoidant for about a week now and I apologize. It's one of those things I do in almost all aspects of my life - I actively participate and relish the activity in my over the top, gung-ho kind of way, then, finding myself overwhelmed, I withdraw and hide away in a dark place to mutter and twitch until I get lonely and restless, then I start the cycle over again.
I'm still in hide-and-twitch mode, but I promised to be active in the quest for creative satisfaction - and to keep a journal of such exploits - so here goes a rather lengthy recap for this past week or so. (my ramble is below the cut)
Family
My daughter dropped a truck-unloading-ramp on her foot while at work Friday and we got to spend a fun-filled evening in a small-town hospital emergency room. Her foot's mostly fine - some bone bruising and tendon/ligament damage - but, having lived most of my life in the Des Moines metropolitan area, I found it fascinating that there was ONE nurse working the ER (on a Friday night at 8:30pm, no less) and that everyone else - the doc, the x-ray, tech, everyone - was 'on call'. The nurse seemed happy to see us, and was very sweet, prompt, and generally awesome, as were the two ladies that were called in to help. We were out of there by about 9:15 and despite the surreal aspects of the otherwise empty ER, it was nice to not have to wait.
Hubby and I had a bit of tension over re-doing the floor in the room that used to be my sewing room, but we hashed it out and all is well.
Health
I was exercising with my Wii Fit every day, then I caught a cold and, in the interest of not wanting to be aerobic during coughing fits, cut back. As in totally stopped. And I'm finding it just about impossible to start up again.
My weight sucks. I hate it. Please pass the potato chips.
My sinuses also suck and I don't think this cold will ever end. Coughing has mostly disappeared, but I can't let myself get far from the kleenex.
Home
Already mentioned the flooring issue, but I have not talked about how him attempting to re-finish what's there - plus all the drywall work he had to do - has created dust. Everywhere. I dust and dust and wipe, then turn around and it's like I never touched a thing. Most aggravating. And it's surely compounding my allergy/cold issues. But we have new flooring and, with a little luck, it'll be FINISHED this week and I can get this dust completely out of here.
I need to vacuum. I hate vacuuming. Where'd I put those potato chips?
Decluttering, like exercise, is stalled. It's too damn cold outside to lug crap to the car - then to Goodwill or recycling or wherever - and I'm too congested, achy, and grumpy to care much anyway.
The burner-ignition thingy on the stove went bad last week, as in it just kept clicking and trying to light, even when the burners were off. Of course, as soon as hubby ordered the part to fix it, it self corrected and is working correctly again. And we're out $70.
Don't wanna cook anyway, but we all need to eat. So I do. But I'm not enthused about it.
Pets
My cat Malaysia got spayed last Tuesday and the vet found some problems with her girly bits so had to do more surgery. She now has a super huge incision that must be allowed to drain. Whee! She, of course, is a princess and must have special treatment and she's kind of whiney about it, but I love her muchly.
Been feeding her on my desk so she can eat without the other cats bothering her. My desk smells like canned cat food. Blurgh.
Malaysia has also acquired a case of the sniffles, likely due to all the stress from surgery and incision care and so forth and so on (or maybe the dust??). Otherwise, she's not acting sick so I'm trying not to worry about my princess.
Other pets are fine but Cooper - our biggest cat - has decided that winter sucks and to protest, he's pooping on the bathroom rug. Whee!
The dog, Gozer, is rather upset that the princess is getting so much attention and he's following me everywhere and generally being annoying. I love him, but all this adoration and attention is getting old.
While composing this post, he just now ripped apart his dog bed and there are green fluffy poofs all over the tv room! :headdesk:
While composing this post, he just now ripped apart his dog bed and there are green fluffy poofs all over the tv room! :headdesk:
Other two cats - Puufy and Abbie - are pretty much doing great!
Sewing
I have ten, yes ten, thank-you gifts to sew asap that I haven't even started yet. I'm blaming it on not having enough fusible web, but mostly it's because I'm in grumpy withdrawal mode.
Sammie had her baby early - a boy! - and I did manage to piece his quilt top. Still need to stretch it, quilt it, and finish it, plus make other coordinating things to go with it, like I'd intended and have bought fabric for.
I'm taking a quilt class to make a rather complicated quilt, and I have the first lesson finished and most of the fabric purchased. Second class is Thursday, but at this point I don't want to go. Other sewing projects seem more important, but the class is paid for and round and round we go.
I did complete a wall quilt that I'd made to hang over my sewing table. Bill even hung it and it looks nice but one side is curvy. The curve REALLY bugs me, but I haven't yet asked Bill to take it down so I can take the binding off, straighten, and re-sew that side.
I have so much to sew, it's overwhelming and I don't even want to look at it anymore.
Personal
I'm cranky. Achy. Tired. Rather depressed. Generally hating myself. In case the previous items haven't made that obvious.
In time this too shall pass. It always does.
Federal Taxes are filed. Haven't started State yet because we'll likely owe them money.
Writing
Attempting major revisions on the WIP, also known as Secret Project M. And it's tough to work on when I'm in this kind of mood, but I'm trying. Sam had some pretty pointed notes, all of which gut parts that are written. Sigh. But it's part of the job, right? Better now than while under contract, because making it sparkly now means I might actually get a contract.
Stain of Corruption (Dubric #4) 's plot has been settled on, and the prose started, but it's on hold while I try to wrangle M into a reasonably polished shape. I do not want to write this book, but the fans drive me crazy, so here I am. I was in a good mood until I'd decided to just write the damn thing. Arrgh! Why do these books tear me up so bad?!? Why can't I just write them and not stress?
Writing group is going well, they're pretty awesome ladies, but, while balancing the checkbook, I've learned that between gas, lunch, and drinks at Borders (plus snacks for the 2 hour one-way commute), each meeting costs me about $50. I don't know how long my natural cheapness will manage to endure that.
I need to develop a premise for the next Women's Fiction title, but so far nothing's coming to mind.
6 comments:
Passing the potato chips -- did you want classic Lays or BBQ?
You have a lot going on. Hugs.
I'm partial to Ruffles, but any ol' tater chip will do. {{huggs}}
Ruffles it is, then. Hubby won't complain that his Lay's Classics are missing. ;)
This morning, hubby asked me if I knew where a synonym dictionary was. I said, "No. If you gave it to me, it's on the shelf inside the door to the office. I have a thesaurus, but that may not be what you want."
"No. That won't work."
A few minutes later, he comes downstairs with my thesaurus and says, "I can't find anything on that bookshelf -- it's blocked by boxes (it mostly is), but I found this on the shelf in the hall." And he sat down to do whatever it was he was doing.
He was pretty grumpy and stormed off to the shop a little while later. I waited about an hour and then ventured over to help him assemble the lift. Before settling in, I asked if he was feeling better. "I'm more relaxed."
"Good."
The rest of the day went mostly well.
Thanks, Jean. {{huggs}}
Hubbys can be such joys. But we love 'em anyway. {{huggs}} Glad he got feeling more relaxed.
I think Bill is, too. He was super frustrated over the floor (compounded by my frustration), but we bought some manufactured hardwood today (a compromise between economy and quality since I didn't want laminate) and he even joked a bit at supper.
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