I stumbled out of bed at 5:30 a.m. to watch Prince William marry Catherine Middleton. I loved it! I think (H)andsome thinks I'm ... well, I don't know what he thinks. Anyway, I loved it! It was sweet, they're both beautiful, it was really joyful and something hopeful and cheerful.
I know several people who had pajama party/sleepovers for this, so I know I'm not the only one who enjoyed it. I do wish I had someone to share it with, a repeating wish in my life. I genuinely feel like it was a part of history!
I really like to read. Favorite thing to do. So I really like this new background and I hope you do, too! And aren't the kitties cute in the sunshine?
Well, it's been a lot of Nothing Cheerful around here.
I continue to crawl deeper into my emotional hidey-hole, not wanting to burden anyone (or shame myself). Vicious cycle of isolation. And then there's the pain. It comes back with a vengance. It's like a living thing, an entity, a reality. ugh.
I'd originally planned to go out of town this weekend, or, have an out of town friend stay here. Due to two tragedies befalling her family in the space of two months, those plans are in limbo. So, reading the paper, I found this article about stuff going on and it has this video, which I've embedded here for your pleasure. It made me smile!
Our new schedule at work is good, it really is, even though I have a hard time remembering where I'm supposed to be each week and have to check all the time. It's three days on, three days off, three days on, three days off, THEN three days off, three days on,three days off,three days on, repeat. So, every month, we get a super-long weekend, which is really nice! It does mean fewer hours, less money. But the hardest thing is that, with working until 7:30 (store closes at 7:00 p.m. now), I can't schedule any classes for after work. They all seem to start at 7:00. Unless I join a proper gym or the Y. I can't afford that option. I've been very happy with the local recreation department fitness classes in the past, but their schedule doesn't fit mine. Bummer!
I've been taking an early-morning fitness class once a week that continues to kick my butt. And I'm losing flexibility. SO! I need to do some yoga. I love yoga! I haven't found a class I can afford that meets at a convenient time and I'm waaaay too shy to hook up with some random Craig's List person. I have many DVDs and have downloaded many different options. Yet, I don't do them. I need a better/bigger space in which to practice, I don't like how slow they are, I blah blah blah. I WILL start, though, because getting my ass kicked once a week is apparently not enough for me. I miss yoga.
It's all about the escape lately. Escaping from reality, of course. I've been watching marathons of TV shows online (Morse, Lewis, Sherlock) and just not focusing on anything that needs to be done. No laundry, no phone calls, no duties... hell, showering is an accomplishment.
So, part of that, the last few days, has been creating stuff. I've made more author magnets, that I hope to sell at the bookstore. I enjoy making them and I love to think of them having a home out in the world!
And I've started making articulated paper dolls for the In-Law Family Reunion. I thought I'd make these dolls, attach pictures of people's faces to each one, and make a family tree. There are some kids attending; maybe they'll want to play with them. Here are the first two, Mr. Handsome and me.
I realized, right off, that our heads are WAY too small. Reminds me of Beetlejuice.
Sadly, I only realized this after printing all the faces. Not a big deal, really. I'll just make the faces bigger! Hopefully, they won't get all pixelated. I should make clothes for them, too. We look like we're part of a cult, wearing some special garb or onesie! It's kinda fun making them, though it's a LOT of work, more than I'd anticipated. Here's hoping I stick with it!
I've got a dear friend who has had such trials this year, 2011, that it's genuinely unbelievable. And, of course, there's Japan. My worries and problems are completely insignificant. A cliche, I know... but so, so true.
The last few days I've been pet sitting for a beautiful husky/shepherd mix named Sweetie Pie and her kitty co-horts, the very regal and elegant Grey and silly, fiesty Tucker. Their home is so comfortable and beautifully decorated; I want to live there. Seriously, I wish I could stay the night, because it is SO difficult to both a) get my ass out of my nice warm bed to drive across town in the f-f-f-reezing cold at dawn and b) leave their sweet faces when I must, inevitably, leave. I might ask their mommy if I can stay sometime when I'm babysitting for them. It's been nice, though, to get out into the fresh, sparkling air and walk with Pie through her neighborhood. And the kitties are VERY lovey.
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I'm catching a cold and it sucks. I can feel it approaching, my throat is sore, soon to be raw; my nose is running like a leaky faucet; my body aches. No way to stay home and rest. Not only is there no one to cover for sick days at the bookstore, but I have to take care of Pie and Kitties. AND, starting day after tomorrow, my neighbor's cats need care, too, twice a day meds. Dreading that. Those cats hate me. Well, no they don't. But they hate their meds.
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Cleo had another serious episode last night. So scary. I wish I knew what triggered them. I hope she's not suffering. She doesn't SEEM to be; she seems just fine today.
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Well, that's just my surface chatter. Lots more going on. But I've got to get to work.
YAY! Today is the last day of my least favorite month! February, though short in days, is long in greys. I'm ready for mud and birdsong and not having to wear two-three layers to keep warm. Yippee! I've overscheduled myself for petsitting in March, because I apparently can't say no to my neighbor. Whose cats HATE me, since the only time they see me is when their parents are gone and I give them medicine.
I thought exercise was supposed to give you endorphins? I just feel like crying! ugh. I know it will get better. Right now, I'm just shocked, SHOCKED, at how weak I am. Wow. Two years of sitting on one's ass, surfing the 'net will do that to a body, I suppose. I'll keep at it, I'll get stronger, it'll get better. The other two women in the class are in their 50's and they are in WAY better shape than me.
I wish I had someone to share this with, though. Most of my friends are already in super shape, running marathons and shit. I think one reason I want a dog so very, very badly is that it would be a companion. Some day, some day....
I've looked on Craig's List for exercise partner type listings and they're out there. It just feels really random. I want a FRIEND, y'know? But to have a friend, as the saying goes, you have to BE a friend and I'm not very good at that (as I have been told by The Blonde).
Things are going to get a little worse before they get better and knowing that helps me be prepared.
