My dreams have been staying at detailed and stressful, though generally the details fade shortly after I wake up. ( Read more... )

This morning, I was just dropping back off to sleep when Yellface decided it was screamin' time. Oops.

( All the errands )

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?

Apparently the numbers are creeping in the wrong direction, but WA is one of the less-bad states. So we sorted our candy into the three major categories and put them in labeled bins. Fruit, chocolate, chocolate with peanuts.

Little clusters of kids drifted past occasionally. There was an inflated Pikachu.

The candy was outside, on the front porch. We were inside, behind the closed glass storm door. alexseanchai was an Angst With Happy Ending writer. Belovedest had on a fun shirt and a dragon tail. I painted their face green. I was a witch on laundry day -- floral black skirt, bleach-stained black top, witchy makeup, hair loose with sprayed-in glitter, tiny hat on a headband.

We got about half as many kids as last year.

After that, the local NaNo chapter watched The Mummy. The living room had commentary.

Earlier, I'd puttered around in the basement on the phone with Ev. All of everything has been catching up. She might come down here. Meow Meow is on some new meds. ( Read more... )

Monday is Ev's day to pack up her stuff from work. The office is staying closed until mid-2021 at minimum. She has Tuesday off as a company-wide holiday.

Depending, I may spend Tuesday downstairs or in bed.

I went up to Kirkland to make fruitcake with Ev, and be her Designated Adult for some minor outpatient surgery.

I dropped her off, did a little shopping nearby, and came back when I got the call. They'd given her Valium in addition to the local anaesthetic.

I decided we should pick up the pain meds before they became necessary, not after.

Valium Ev has a very short attention span and less filter in sharing her thoughts with a trustworthy parent.

* She was very happy with the surgery
* She loves cheese-its
* She was so high
* I am a good friend and parent
* Does she look like something bad has happened to her? (No, she looks like she's just had surgery.)
* It takes concentration to remember which hand to hang onto the shopping cart with.
* The specific shopping items we are looking for and where to find them.
* She can't see without her glasses.
* How happy she is with the surgery
* The ice pack is no longer cold? (We have a cold one in the car.)
* She is happy with the surgery, her body, her job, her life, and her birth mom can go fuck herself

That last was only uttered the once, but with great feeling.

After getting the meds and being hushed by the pharmacist, we went home to her place. She napped and iced herself. We played with Meow Meow and I took some portraits.

We never did get around to fruitcake.

Ev arrives today! She got a job in Kirkland (not at Costco).

I'm doing NaNoWriMo again. The project is a memoir of the heist romance and the cancer. That story was the one that needed to be told right now according to my brain. I'm ahead of par by word count. I feel like I'm making the telling very dull, but that's a first draft's job. I have extensive notes, so the writing is going quickly. The emotional toll is pretty hardcore, but only one nightmare so far.