Talk About Tuesday

 

In Which I Continue to be Inconsistent lol

I was literally just joking with my partner yesterday that I'd be late as usual putting up a blog and here we are - yet another Talk About Tuesday being posted on a Wednesday because I cannot for the life of me get my crap together lol!

To be fair, though, I promised myself I wouldn't post this without a finished Fiber Monday Project and this one has been a real strange one! Unfortunately, like most things I promise myself, this one fell through :| Got to finish the project tomorrow instead.

This week has been... weird. It hasn't been bad or anything, just odd. Everyone around me is getting ready for one thing or another, everyone seems to have something happening, big or small, and my ability to focus on any one subject, topic, or action has dwindled to nearly nothing.

You know the ADHD joke with the squirrels? Yeah. Like that.

But super disruptive and annoying.

Sometimes I can tunnel-vision through a project, head down and off I go, but this week I've been so spastic I haven't been able to do that. I have let half a dozen cups of coffee go cold, haven't touched my tea (bad Casual, drink your tea!), barely managed to pick up snacks for last Sunday, and the biggest goal I had - get a haircut - literally took two days to arrange.

I haven't had a great track record this week for getting things done.

So far I have:

• Called for a haircut appointment 8 times in two days, finally reaching them on Monday to set up an appointment for Friday
• Ordered the watercolor pencils I desperately wanted only to have them wait to ship until today (I ordered them last Thursday!!!) so we'll see if I get any art out...
• Took all the bottles back to the redemption center for pocket change
• Took all the trash into the basement so it wasn't in my bedroom
• Did two loads of laundry and forgot about them for long periods of time in both the washer and dryer

So yeah. Seven days and that's what I've done. I haven't sketched since Thursday. I haven't done much of anything except flap around like a beheaded cockerel and busy my hands with crochet :|

I've been forced by sleepiness to set aside the crochet for the night, which is frustrating because I think I only had 1.5 rounds left before just doing edging :(

Still, it was the right call because I have literally misspelled every word I've typed in the last ten minutes.

Take it from me, folks, sometimes, as they said on The Road to El Dorado: "The stars are wrong for this sacrifice. That's right. Stars. Can't do it."

In this case, though, the stars are my time management skills which have never been good, if you could even call them existent... most of my teachers would say they're nonexistent.

I do hope that I'm less scattered and dopey in the next week or two, though. I have plans and I need to be conscious and sensible (more or less) for them!!!

Try not to be too hard on yourselves when your brain just won't do what you want it to do, yeah? If you're anything like me, you get very frustrated and angry when you cannot think today and have the dumb. If the usual coping strategies aren't working, if nothing you try to control your output with works, if you're at the point of throwing up your hands and calling yourself names, remember:

You're a bunch of electricity pulsing through soggy bacon in a bone-dome piloting a faulty meat mech while hallucinating so hard you experience the world and everything in it.

Sometimes there'll be technical difficulties. 

Sometimes they'll be annoying and hard to cope with.

Sometimes there's nothing you can do about it (though you should still test all the possible solutions to see if they'll work!).

Sometimes the work doesn't get done in time and you post your Tuesday blog at 2AM on a Wednesday.

C'est la vie or whatever.

I hope any of that made sense lol!

That'll do it for me tonight!

Go Enjoy Something!

FC

Talk About Tuesday... On Wednesday

 

In Which Tuesday Was Very Busy

I am winding down for the evening (well, technically early Wednesday morning, but gimme a break lol), so I'll make today's blog fairly brief.

Today was a day of getting out of town for a bit, because I live in an area with lower-than-the-national-average risk of COVID exposure. Some friends, my partner, and myself all piled in a car and went to another town and ate pulled pork sandwiches by the ocean, and it was awesome. We wore our masks. We socially distanced.

We were not, however, immune to reality creeping in.

Tuesday morning saw the sun being lightly filmed with a haze born from the wildfires devastating the opposite side of the continent. The fresh sea breeze was slightly salted and tanged with the touch of the hurricanes lining up like abusive suitors far to the south. Political survey people tried to knock on my front door and asked for me by name, though they seem to think my French Feminine name (on a person descended from both Scotch/Irish and German stock) is a British Masculine... My mother sent them on their way (thank goodness) none the wiser that there is no such person by that pronounciation.

You'd think that would have made the day anxious, but it didn't. None of it did.

We ate too much food by a beautiful waterfront, watching healthy mats of seaweed bob in the surf near the hewn stone below. We laughed. We talked about Dungeons & Dragons, about silly movies, about that cute orphaned sea otter I watch at night, about the food, about trips we could take in the future, people's families and their adventures (or misadventures).

And then one of the myriad little sparrows that had been investigating the area for potential dropped crumbs took flight.

And apparently it needed to clear some weight before it could properly lift off.

It crapped all over my folded hands, spattering a line of cold, slick-yet-gritty asphalt gray feces all over the heels of my thumbs.

In short, nature informed us it was time to go back into the car.

After copious amounts of hand sanitizer (in the car), a return trip to the house, several handwashings, depositing my nice yellow plaid flannel shirt in the wash with a dab or two of dishsoap on what I'm hoping were just meat-juice stains and not another bird's farewell, my partner and I settled into a sleepy torpor from which we only roused briefly to order a pizza for dinner (which was delicious - spinach & feta on garlic-parm sauce), argue laughingly over what YouTube videos to watch, and then to separate for the evening.

In short, today was great.

It never got above 65℉ (18.3℃), and right now I think it's about 45℉ (7.2℃). I'm in a green flannel shirt and capris, but I've snuck a flannel blanket bedecked in owls onto my bed, so I'm still deliciously chilly-yet-cozy. The tip of my nose is like ice, but my fingers still have some heat to them, so I'll call it a 100% win!

I'll be writing all day Wednesday (not counting this blog). Thursday I'll have some more art for you. I'll be writing Friday through Sunday, and Monday next should have a much more completed bag (with a bonus one day make for you!)

I think that'll about cover my Tuesday. I'm going to go brush my teeth and sleep deeply while dreaming of loaded pulled pork sandwiches, a warm hand in mine, and absolutely no bird poop.

Go Enjoy Something!

FC