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-My Gran has been on a much more even keel this week, which is good for both her and me, but it did prompt my dad to ask, "Maybe we spoke too soon, asking for an assessment for 24hr care?" Which, just, no. It's like one step forward, two steps back.
-So I am focusing on my tiny accomplishments of the weekend, as is right and helpful.
-Tiny accomplishment the first: I fixed my car, all by myself. Admittedly, it was only the battery. But I had left it at the bottom of the hill and needed to push it up to the garage with the charger in it. And generally, with me, you're barking up the wrong lesbian for any sort of physical labour. I don't have the right shoes for it, for one thing. This problem was overcome by texting Tequila Boy and asking if he wanted to come round for a couple of beers, and neglecting to mention that the beers would be by way of a reward for helping me push the car up the hill.
Before you feel too sorry for him, last weekend he invited me to his housewarming party, which turned out to be just me, him, and his wife drinking tequila and unpacking endless boxes. I'm pretty sure there's some stuff that may well never turn up.
-Tiny accomplishment the second: I got a haircut, which I'd been meaning to do for ages since I was frightening the children and horses. I actually have nice hair, I get it cut and I look like I've escaped from a Legend of the Seeker fight sequence for about six weeks, the trouble is I don't go back to the hairdressers for another five months after I stop looking like that.
Partly because I don't like staring at my reflection for an hour and a half straight, it's depressing, and partly because I become baffled by the hairdresser's many technical questions, "How do you wear your hair, usually?" Well, um, every day I wake up and there it is, and we sort of muddle through from there, really.
-I have finished Prisoner of Azkaban in my displacement activity of reading all the Harry Potter books. For Harry Potter only loves me and wants my happiness. At least, I'm sure he would if he didn't have bigger problems on his hands.
-I am very tempted by the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rarewomen ficathon (a shock to you all, I know, try not to faint) but I am not allowed to so much as browse other people's sign ups until I finish my got_exchange fic. Seriously, the half of my brain that isn't devoted to Sansa Stark appreciation is pretty much all femslash all the time, WHY IS THIS SO HARD?
-And to end, as seen today on tumblr, one of the great unanswered questions of Merlin canon, Why is she brandishing a parsnip at me?
-So I am focusing on my tiny accomplishments of the weekend, as is right and helpful.
-Tiny accomplishment the first: I fixed my car, all by myself. Admittedly, it was only the battery. But I had left it at the bottom of the hill and needed to push it up to the garage with the charger in it. And generally, with me, you're barking up the wrong lesbian for any sort of physical labour. I don't have the right shoes for it, for one thing. This problem was overcome by texting Tequila Boy and asking if he wanted to come round for a couple of beers, and neglecting to mention that the beers would be by way of a reward for helping me push the car up the hill.
Before you feel too sorry for him, last weekend he invited me to his housewarming party, which turned out to be just me, him, and his wife drinking tequila and unpacking endless boxes. I'm pretty sure there's some stuff that may well never turn up.
-Tiny accomplishment the second: I got a haircut, which I'd been meaning to do for ages since I was frightening the children and horses. I actually have nice hair, I get it cut and I look like I've escaped from a Legend of the Seeker fight sequence for about six weeks, the trouble is I don't go back to the hairdressers for another five months after I stop looking like that.
Partly because I don't like staring at my reflection for an hour and a half straight, it's depressing, and partly because I become baffled by the hairdresser's many technical questions, "How do you wear your hair, usually?" Well, um, every day I wake up and there it is, and we sort of muddle through from there, really.
-I have finished Prisoner of Azkaban in my displacement activity of reading all the Harry Potter books. For Harry Potter only loves me and wants my happiness. At least, I'm sure he would if he didn't have bigger problems on his hands.
-I am very tempted by the
rarewomen ficathon (a shock to you all, I know, try not to faint) but I am not allowed to so much as browse other people's sign ups until I finish my got_exchange fic. Seriously, the half of my brain that isn't devoted to Sansa Stark appreciation is pretty much all femslash all the time, WHY IS THIS SO HARD?-And to end, as seen today on tumblr, one of the great unanswered questions of Merlin canon, Why is she brandishing a parsnip at me?