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azurelunatic) wrote2022-04-21 09:22 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2022-04-21 09:22 pm
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Too many thing, and the memory of a pet
My dreams have been staying at detailed and stressful, though generally the details fade shortly after I wake up. Dad has been showing up from time to time, in his dual roles as a force of creative chaos, and as a ... pest. Last night I had to "hug" the terrible dad of Australia-Ev (in the same way as Escape Calico gets hugs, as a restraint tactic). The night before I was being forced to independently investigate the murder of a prominent author, as someone was trying to frame their bereaved partner for the death. (Who I knew, and the idea of that person doing a murder is preposterous, and I could not believe it even as the frame grew more and more detailed.) Also featuring a too-large hotel and convention complex, where you had to take a train to the supposedly walkable sleeping rooms building, and where the things that were supposed to result in elevators resulted in a terrible wild goose chase in a language I didn't read or speak, and a supposed elevator that was actually a compartment too small for a person to fit in (I complained and we went to retrace our steps).
This morning, I was just dropping back off to sleep when Yellface decided it was screamin' time. Oops.
So I went off to see if I had a blood test ordered. (I did.) So I waited for that, in a waiting room with some people who had no idea of the procedure. One of them seemed vaguely Karen-ish, or at least Becky. I shared my knowledge of how it worked (take a number, number is called to check in; after check in, your name is called when it's your turn). Becky had a kid in tow, who was hungry and had to be redirected to the less messy thing to eat. (No judging there: honestly probably better for a kid to eat and then replace mask than the kid to have a hangry meltdown.) The person before her in line was shepherding a young person (anywhere from early teenage to early adult) who clearly did not want at all to be doing this and was not engaging in out-loud verbing (but had a phone, and might or might not have been communicating via that). I got a vague whiff of Proudly Wearing My Puzzle Piece from the person about my age. At one point the young person realized a point of near-overwhelm and fled the building. Sympathies, young person. Sympathies.
I got the compulsive gender-er again, who was a little less gendery this time.
After I was done there, I went to get breakfast, but I missed the breakfast window and had to get components of lunch (with coffee).
I finished breakfast in the parking lot of the Bad Place, then went in to process my returns. No motorized carts this time. Fine. The return process was smooth and good.
Returning home, I managed to upend my phone into the passenger side door pocket without realizing it, and it took the Find My Phone feature to locate it, with a bonus of bluetooth range to narrow it down. (I knew, at least, that it was somewhere with me, and not still at the Bad Place.)
After that, Alex's errands! We went to the computer doctor, who blew/sucked upon the available dust and cat fluff gratis, hooray. Then prescriptions (and prescriptions, and prescriptions).
Upon arrival home, I would have gone flomp, except the box from my mom with the fragiles had arrived. Several floppies. (I have a USB floppy reader somewhere, possibly downstairs.) A clay sculpture I'd made, fire-inspired. Two wooden sculptures. I haven't quite figured out where the solid squirrel goes.
My honorary aunt does wood sculpture, you see. She was once told "No, you cannot enter taxidermy in this, this is a wood sculpture show." She then invited this gatekeeper to touch the bird. Her work appeared in the show.
One year, one of the hens died. She was Coco's sister. We preserved her in the freezer (as one does) and handed her over to my aunt. I was a terrible child and did not appreciate it properly at the time, but it was still a remarkable likeness, and the delicate haughtiness came through extremely well.
The delicate hen went into the display case, and the only reasonable place to put her worked out much better than I'd anticipated. I figured I could have her peeking out from behind the large figure of Strength (the lion is tamed, she is winged), because that seemed like the only place that someone of her size could go.
The pose put her head in a great relationship to the dragon with their hoard. It looks exactly as though she is looking at the hoard and considering whether or not to peck it. As she often looked at things in life.
Ev update: today she closed on the house! Keys in mid-late May, actual occupancy sometime after the major repairs (tree removal, roof, cosmetic floor replacement, leaking window replacement). Right now I'm compiling a list of things for Day 1. I feel a little silly as The Adult, but as a person who has Done a Couple Move and made some notable mistakes (ALWAYS have suitable drinking items ready!) ... I guess I'm nominated?
This morning, I was just dropping back off to sleep when Yellface decided it was screamin' time. Oops.
So I went off to see if I had a blood test ordered. (I did.) So I waited for that, in a waiting room with some people who had no idea of the procedure. One of them seemed vaguely Karen-ish, or at least Becky. I shared my knowledge of how it worked (take a number, number is called to check in; after check in, your name is called when it's your turn). Becky had a kid in tow, who was hungry and had to be redirected to the less messy thing to eat. (No judging there: honestly probably better for a kid to eat and then replace mask than the kid to have a hangry meltdown.) The person before her in line was shepherding a young person (anywhere from early teenage to early adult) who clearly did not want at all to be doing this and was not engaging in out-loud verbing (but had a phone, and might or might not have been communicating via that). I got a vague whiff of Proudly Wearing My Puzzle Piece from the person about my age. At one point the young person realized a point of near-overwhelm and fled the building. Sympathies, young person. Sympathies.
I got the compulsive gender-er again, who was a little less gendery this time.
After I was done there, I went to get breakfast, but I missed the breakfast window and had to get components of lunch (with coffee).
I finished breakfast in the parking lot of the Bad Place, then went in to process my returns. No motorized carts this time. Fine. The return process was smooth and good.
Returning home, I managed to upend my phone into the passenger side door pocket without realizing it, and it took the Find My Phone feature to locate it, with a bonus of bluetooth range to narrow it down. (I knew, at least, that it was somewhere with me, and not still at the Bad Place.)
After that, Alex's errands! We went to the computer doctor, who blew/sucked upon the available dust and cat fluff gratis, hooray. Then prescriptions (and prescriptions, and prescriptions).
Upon arrival home, I would have gone flomp, except the box from my mom with the fragiles had arrived. Several floppies. (I have a USB floppy reader somewhere, possibly downstairs.) A clay sculpture I'd made, fire-inspired. Two wooden sculptures. I haven't quite figured out where the solid squirrel goes.
My honorary aunt does wood sculpture, you see. She was once told "No, you cannot enter taxidermy in this, this is a wood sculpture show." She then invited this gatekeeper to touch the bird. Her work appeared in the show.
One year, one of the hens died. She was Coco's sister. We preserved her in the freezer (as one does) and handed her over to my aunt. I was a terrible child and did not appreciate it properly at the time, but it was still a remarkable likeness, and the delicate haughtiness came through extremely well.
The delicate hen went into the display case, and the only reasonable place to put her worked out much better than I'd anticipated. I figured I could have her peeking out from behind the large figure of Strength (the lion is tamed, she is winged), because that seemed like the only place that someone of her size could go.
The pose put her head in a great relationship to the dragon with their hoard. It looks exactly as though she is looking at the hoard and considering whether or not to peck it. As she often looked at things in life.
Ev update: today she closed on the house! Keys in mid-late May, actual occupancy sometime after the major repairs (tree removal, roof, cosmetic floor replacement, leaking window replacement). Right now I'm compiling a list of things for Day 1. I feel a little silly as The Adult, but as a person who has Done a Couple Move and made some notable mistakes (ALWAYS have suitable drinking items ready!) ... I guess I'm nominated?