![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
"that rage without permission"
Sep. 5th, 2018 09:07 pmIs this actually an ear infection? Do grownups actually get those? (I know the answers are probably and yes)
I managed a chunk of social, actually had a nice time at a party, cleaned a lot of things while Delight's parents were in town taking care of Spark.
I finally finished the Satsuma Street cross stitch I had decided to turn into a birth announcement for spark.
I haven't been to the gym in weeks, but I did manage to cook something tonight.
I've already read approximately 120 books this year, and I start to worry that it's not all that great a hobby, that I should be producing something or have a cleaner house or be taking online classes or volunteer more or something, anything, to get rid of this strange pernicious feeling of aging in place.
I bowed out of a recurring board game night Light's hosting with his girlfriend and Abundance and someone who I once nicknamed but now can't remember the nickname. It just felt like too much, or the wrong thing to be spending outgoing points on, social interaction that requires something of me without feeding me.
We had to skip the Anna Tivel concert, but I have great hopes of seeing live music again soon (if nothing else, we four have tickets to an upcoming watsky concert and I'm hoping against hope that there's a Lamplighter series around Halloween. And Light and I are going out to Northampton for our twelve year anniversary and seeing Mr Mulvey open for Ani Difranco at the Calvin. Northampton's changed so much since we left and it gives me this dislocated longing, like I want to return to the me that felt like it was home. It's not home anymore, this place is probably home now, but recently they cut down all the trees behind my house to make way for the green line and everything seems a little more hostile.
Time to drink tea, snuggle up with a heating pad and read Cherie Priest's treatment of Lizzie Borden. Delight told me recently that they'd read an article that small children don't parse adults on devices as reading, and it makes me determined to read more paper books in front of Spark, but there's the artificial urgency of ebooks and audiobooks out from the library driving me ever forward.
Oh oh oh! speaking of books, Porter Square Books is doing another overnight in October and I'm ridiculously excited.
I managed a chunk of social, actually had a nice time at a party, cleaned a lot of things while Delight's parents were in town taking care of Spark.
I finally finished the Satsuma Street cross stitch I had decided to turn into a birth announcement for spark.
I haven't been to the gym in weeks, but I did manage to cook something tonight.
I've already read approximately 120 books this year, and I start to worry that it's not all that great a hobby, that I should be producing something or have a cleaner house or be taking online classes or volunteer more or something, anything, to get rid of this strange pernicious feeling of aging in place.
I bowed out of a recurring board game night Light's hosting with his girlfriend and Abundance and someone who I once nicknamed but now can't remember the nickname. It just felt like too much, or the wrong thing to be spending outgoing points on, social interaction that requires something of me without feeding me.
We had to skip the Anna Tivel concert, but I have great hopes of seeing live music again soon (if nothing else, we four have tickets to an upcoming watsky concert and I'm hoping against hope that there's a Lamplighter series around Halloween. And Light and I are going out to Northampton for our twelve year anniversary and seeing Mr Mulvey open for Ani Difranco at the Calvin. Northampton's changed so much since we left and it gives me this dislocated longing, like I want to return to the me that felt like it was home. It's not home anymore, this place is probably home now, but recently they cut down all the trees behind my house to make way for the green line and everything seems a little more hostile.
Time to drink tea, snuggle up with a heating pad and read Cherie Priest's treatment of Lizzie Borden. Delight told me recently that they'd read an article that small children don't parse adults on devices as reading, and it makes me determined to read more paper books in front of Spark, but there's the artificial urgency of ebooks and audiobooks out from the library driving me ever forward.
Oh oh oh! speaking of books, Porter Square Books is doing another overnight in October and I'm ridiculously excited.
