Current life plan: run away, join a carnival, and paint bootleg chalkware Supermen.
Seem to be in another of my “burn it all down” modes: just cancelled my Rabbit R1 order. The reviews of the first batches have been horrific, and I would rather not add another piece of junk to the wasteland of useless tech drawer.
This week’s ongoing effort: slow down and move at my own pace, not at that of others — alive or otherwise.
On the other side of these very thin Paintshop walls...
…banging and clanging and impact drilling and cutting continues: Garage door, day two ensues: looks like we're nearing the end, fingers crossed – on both mine and the builder's mental capacities: he said it was by far the most challenging garage he's ever worked on, which, I suppose, makes me feel semi-vindicated that I hadn't tackled it because it would have ended up being a tarp with velcro and even that's pushing it. Even the removal was more elegant than my crowbarring of one panel, not that that's difficult to improve upon, but the building team did it with aplomb.
Wait: I think I heard some beeping. Is that… the garage door rising by itself??? Oooh…
After wrapping up the morning, it's lunch and then more waiting around until K gets home so I can go mow my remaining grandfather's yard and finish weedeating of the bank from hell. Unless things take a surprising turn, ending the school year as I began, with another grandfather exiting, is not at all outside the realm of possibility.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.
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Tornadoes and major storms missed us, though the rain was impressively torrential. To my relief, The Paintshop made it through with nary a minor or major flood.
Eyes have recovered, mostly, from the deer in headlights drops, last night being the most unenjoyable pizza ever though it was delicious: a mix of hypoglycemia (which, of course, became hyper– later, thanks, delicious pizza) and being literally blinded by the light. Collapsed to the floor (hypo) but at least the floor was cool and I felt better after a few minutes of laying there without anyone licking me or pawing at my face. No diabetic eye damage for another year, prescriptions unchanged, though it was time for a new face so I've got a new pair of spectacles on order. Going round.
Part of the week's big experiment with myself has been pushing my work times a bit later, allowing myself the freedom to not feel like I have to rush through everything to be available to people who no longer exist. Very act of doing so feels subversive and thrilling. Better late than never, I suppose.
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Calm between storms, rain rain rain rain – but at least the new, yet to emerge grass will get a good drink.
Slowly getting back into the post-Spring break swing of things but it'll take a bit., probably until Memorial Day, at which point Summer break will start, which... eh: I'll just do what I can do when I can and be done with it. Keep hoping that my mojo here will return but so far, no dice. Alas.
Annual eye doctor / lets make sure T1D hasn't ravaged your eyes appt around the time the next wave of storms is supposed to hit. My eyes, they will dilate.
Operative phrase, at present: I don't know what I don't know and/or what am I not seeing? Applicable to all aspects of all hours waking or otherwise.
Oh, hai, happy pill switch nausea: welcome to the daily rotation, a most impressive debut, to be certain. Nothing a few pretzels couldn't fix (though NuHerbie wasn't thrilled) but wow. A first in all of my happy-pill connoisseur-dom, but it had to happy eventually, I'm sure, part of the deal, et al: better than vacillating between bouncing off the walls and wanting to hide behind them. But yeah, wow. Impressive. Slow clap, well played, well played.
Fuck today.