boy that's dull
So I did manage to get some of the leaf blowing done. Might get back out for the rest after a coffee break, but I need to get ready for a movie in an hour. We've got tickets, and they were free with points built up on Dan's scene card, to see the latest Dracula movie. It looks good. I don't think it's 3d unfortunately but it will still benefit from the large screen format there.
My cut is healing really fast, another benefit from the paleo diet. So much nutrition in my system that healing isn't a huge challenge. It's healing at twice the speed I expect. The folks next door are doing a thanksgiving dinner and there's cars parked all out front from family. I expect I'll hear that loud laugh soon, LOL. I hope they're not too troubled by my blower when its running but it's not a long term job and their mower outscreams my blower every weekend of the summer and sometimes early in the morning. Not to mention she seems to have opened a doggy motel over there for the variety of barkers that arrive on weekends these days. Ah life in a city, especially in the blue collar neighborhoods. It's not a quiet thing. if we're not having a loud yell, someone else is, or they're running power tools or big trucks are revving their motors or the harleys are coming home. I see how I ended up here and I"m glad I can be loud, but I have lived quiet and would happily adjust myself for the resulting peace if it made a difference. Around here quiet is kind of punished. It's seen as a kind of "putting on airs" thing to be quiet. Unnatural. I guess it's the loud side of town.
I haven't been painting as much. I've got a couple of them ready for marble dip but yesterday I was really under the weather and the day before my finger was too nasty to try and do something as challenging as water marbling. That's why I say it's healing fast. It's sealed and doesn't hurt unless I bang it. Saturday it wouldn't stop bleeding and my body wouldn't come out of mild shock. I couldn't even sleep without a pill and a tea and TV playing. I kept seeing that knife flashing and my spine would shiver and quake and my finger would twitch and I'd jump again. Saturday morning I felt like a truck hit me. No matter what I tried ingesting, I just stayed achey and stupid and foggy and tired. I tried adding booze to the mix with a bath, thinking to bump my sugar levels and relax levels together, but it only made me throw up. I remained incapacitated and the alcohol impairment only added to the frustration. I finally gave up and napped for an hour but the whole day was a washout.
Today sees me feeling weirdly lazy but not tired like that. Ok, back out, the coffee's finished.
My cut is healing really fast, another benefit from the paleo diet. So much nutrition in my system that healing isn't a huge challenge. It's healing at twice the speed I expect. The folks next door are doing a thanksgiving dinner and there's cars parked all out front from family. I expect I'll hear that loud laugh soon, LOL. I hope they're not too troubled by my blower when its running but it's not a long term job and their mower outscreams my blower every weekend of the summer and sometimes early in the morning. Not to mention she seems to have opened a doggy motel over there for the variety of barkers that arrive on weekends these days. Ah life in a city, especially in the blue collar neighborhoods. It's not a quiet thing. if we're not having a loud yell, someone else is, or they're running power tools or big trucks are revving their motors or the harleys are coming home. I see how I ended up here and I"m glad I can be loud, but I have lived quiet and would happily adjust myself for the resulting peace if it made a difference. Around here quiet is kind of punished. It's seen as a kind of "putting on airs" thing to be quiet. Unnatural. I guess it's the loud side of town.
I haven't been painting as much. I've got a couple of them ready for marble dip but yesterday I was really under the weather and the day before my finger was too nasty to try and do something as challenging as water marbling. That's why I say it's healing fast. It's sealed and doesn't hurt unless I bang it. Saturday it wouldn't stop bleeding and my body wouldn't come out of mild shock. I couldn't even sleep without a pill and a tea and TV playing. I kept seeing that knife flashing and my spine would shiver and quake and my finger would twitch and I'd jump again. Saturday morning I felt like a truck hit me. No matter what I tried ingesting, I just stayed achey and stupid and foggy and tired. I tried adding booze to the mix with a bath, thinking to bump my sugar levels and relax levels together, but it only made me throw up. I remained incapacitated and the alcohol impairment only added to the frustration. I finally gave up and napped for an hour but the whole day was a washout.
Today sees me feeling weirdly lazy but not tired like that. Ok, back out, the coffee's finished.