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blowing off the dust
Nov. 29th, 2018 05:09 pmIt seems a lifetime ago since the friendly warm days of Livejournal, doesn't it? My memory definitely has some rose-colored lenses in place, but there was a friendslist and we shared what was going on in our lives and made supportive comments. Involved, chewy, rambling discussions about interesting topics. I definitely remember those. :) Tumblr is engaging in its own way, but I'm starting to think the constant deluge of negative information may be feeding the anxiety weasels at a time when they're already quite plump and sleek enough, thank you.
Notes about my day aren't likely to interest anyone else, and there's a part of me that wants to stop right now (stop me before I bore again!) But no. Right now, I need things to ground me in the here and now, to keep my mind from drifting away into dissociative fog. And one of the best ways to do that is to keep a record. I was here, I did stuff. Therefore I am here, I do stuff. I will be here, I WILL do stuff, you hear that, brain?
And I do have positive things to keep track of: Food and books! A few months ago, I moved in with most supportive and awesome friendbrother Trip. This means (1) someone else's library to read through and (2) someone else to cook for. After nearly twenty-five years of solitary frozen pizza, I am learning to cook. It is amazing.
So what did I do today? I made an appointment for a spiffy professional job-hunting haircut complete with dye job, since apparently grey hairs count against one in interviews. Tried to get oil changed and settled for an appointment tomorrow. And got myself a new card from the tiny branch library here, so small that mystery and sf are shelved intermixed and there isn't much of the latter. But I did score two McKillips I haven't read yet.
Salmon is brining, to be cooked soon in parchment paper with garlic and butter and lemon and onions. Potatoes are scrubbed and soaking in water and will be roasted with more garlic and onions. Onions, I have discovered, go with everything except maybe desserts. They are the ultimate universal vegetable. How did I never realize?
And I wrote this. ...You know, that is kind of a respectable amount of stuff. Good job, brain.
Notes about my day aren't likely to interest anyone else, and there's a part of me that wants to stop right now (stop me before I bore again!) But no. Right now, I need things to ground me in the here and now, to keep my mind from drifting away into dissociative fog. And one of the best ways to do that is to keep a record. I was here, I did stuff. Therefore I am here, I do stuff. I will be here, I WILL do stuff, you hear that, brain?
And I do have positive things to keep track of: Food and books! A few months ago, I moved in with most supportive and awesome friendbrother Trip. This means (1) someone else's library to read through and (2) someone else to cook for. After nearly twenty-five years of solitary frozen pizza, I am learning to cook. It is amazing.
So what did I do today? I made an appointment for a spiffy professional job-hunting haircut complete with dye job, since apparently grey hairs count against one in interviews. Tried to get oil changed and settled for an appointment tomorrow. And got myself a new card from the tiny branch library here, so small that mystery and sf are shelved intermixed and there isn't much of the latter. But I did score two McKillips I haven't read yet.
Salmon is brining, to be cooked soon in parchment paper with garlic and butter and lemon and onions. Potatoes are scrubbed and soaking in water and will be roasted with more garlic and onions. Onions, I have discovered, go with everything except maybe desserts. They are the ultimate universal vegetable. How did I never realize?
And I wrote this. ...You know, that is kind of a respectable amount of stuff. Good job, brain.
