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Nov. 28th, 2025 06:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormWell, that was a lot.
PMDD stuff receded a bit. I *think* pepcid and allergy pills help it (apparently they can help folks) but it has been a really rough ride.
Luckily I've had that pig winter house to focus on. I need to secure the tin on the roof better still, but it's up and fenced (I need to secure the fence better still) and they're in it. Last night was supposed to be the first negative-mid-teens and their summer house just isn't good for that. Avallu tested the house while I was building the fence and found it good.
As usual these days, the weather prediction was extremely wrong, but they're in there and it's done, except for climbing on the roof to secure the tin better and touching up that fencing. They're strategically placed close to the water tap on the south side of the house, which I expect to freeze less than the north side tap.
The other consequence of the weather prediction being wrong is that I set the woodstove to put out more heat, and the house got pretty warm overnight. Not too warm, but not far from it.
In any case it was good to have that physical necessity pushing on me. Doing physical work has generally been better for my PMDD.
Next step, and not too much of a hurry, is to put the white side of the bulb yin yang in and/or lock the geese in their greenhouse and the ducks in the other so they can't access any yard, and then take down the yard gates.
We got some decent snow, a couple inches, but my driveway on the north side of the house, the sloping part, is still 2" of solid slick ice, now with snow on top. Even with studded tires I'm hesitant to take the truck down there. The hoses are all up except.... one part, about four feet, got frozen under the ice. It's where I won't snowblow, though, so I guess that's where it will live.
I had another dream about Angus. It doesn't escape my notice that I left when his depression led to him hiding importnt household things from me, like not being able to pay the bills, and he wouldn't get help for it. Then Tucker bought a condo in Vancouver without telling me, years later, and for some reason I stayed with him until roughly this time last year. Incidentally, after a couple of years of saying he was going to, he's now getting treatment for his depression, well after it ended, and it seems to help. The fact that it helps is good.
Anyhow, I retain my deep grudge against depression. It hurts the people I love. And wherever they are I want them to be happy.
Anyhow, it was a rough dream.
I've been paused in pottery stuff because I've focused on getting things ready for the very-late start of winter; every day feels like a stolen last day so I try to make the most of it, then there's another, and another, so I've been pushing to do more than I should. And the temps last night were a good reason to push, don't get me wrong.
But now I want to make things again. After a push to make things that would bring in money for a fundraiser for the arts studio, reskilling, I now am turning my attention to-- what do I find beautiful? How can I marry that beauty and function? What skills do I need? And I'm looking at the past work I have in my kitchen, noting which techniques bring me joy, and letting them sink into my body so they're available when I next have clay under my hands.
Whiskey has woken up and is being hangry at me, attacking the other cats if they're on the bed and doing stairs zoomies as he does when he's excited about it being almost-but-not-quite breakfast time. I'm very lucky in my cats. My own digestive system has started hurting, I usually get a bit of peace in the morning before I'm fully awake. And now Little Bear is climbing the curtains.
PMDD stuff receded a bit. I *think* pepcid and allergy pills help it (apparently they can help folks) but it has been a really rough ride.
Luckily I've had that pig winter house to focus on. I need to secure the tin on the roof better still, but it's up and fenced (I need to secure the fence better still) and they're in it. Last night was supposed to be the first negative-mid-teens and their summer house just isn't good for that. Avallu tested the house while I was building the fence and found it good.
As usual these days, the weather prediction was extremely wrong, but they're in there and it's done, except for climbing on the roof to secure the tin better and touching up that fencing. They're strategically placed close to the water tap on the south side of the house, which I expect to freeze less than the north side tap.
The other consequence of the weather prediction being wrong is that I set the woodstove to put out more heat, and the house got pretty warm overnight. Not too warm, but not far from it.
In any case it was good to have that physical necessity pushing on me. Doing physical work has generally been better for my PMDD.
Next step, and not too much of a hurry, is to put the white side of the bulb yin yang in and/or lock the geese in their greenhouse and the ducks in the other so they can't access any yard, and then take down the yard gates.
We got some decent snow, a couple inches, but my driveway on the north side of the house, the sloping part, is still 2" of solid slick ice, now with snow on top. Even with studded tires I'm hesitant to take the truck down there. The hoses are all up except.... one part, about four feet, got frozen under the ice. It's where I won't snowblow, though, so I guess that's where it will live.
I had another dream about Angus. It doesn't escape my notice that I left when his depression led to him hiding importnt household things from me, like not being able to pay the bills, and he wouldn't get help for it. Then Tucker bought a condo in Vancouver without telling me, years later, and for some reason I stayed with him until roughly this time last year. Incidentally, after a couple of years of saying he was going to, he's now getting treatment for his depression, well after it ended, and it seems to help. The fact that it helps is good.
Anyhow, I retain my deep grudge against depression. It hurts the people I love. And wherever they are I want them to be happy.
Anyhow, it was a rough dream.
I've been paused in pottery stuff because I've focused on getting things ready for the very-late start of winter; every day feels like a stolen last day so I try to make the most of it, then there's another, and another, so I've been pushing to do more than I should. And the temps last night were a good reason to push, don't get me wrong.
But now I want to make things again. After a push to make things that would bring in money for a fundraiser for the arts studio, reskilling, I now am turning my attention to-- what do I find beautiful? How can I marry that beauty and function? What skills do I need? And I'm looking at the past work I have in my kitchen, noting which techniques bring me joy, and letting them sink into my body so they're available when I next have clay under my hands.
Whiskey has woken up and is being hangry at me, attacking the other cats if they're on the bed and doing stairs zoomies as he does when he's excited about it being almost-but-not-quite breakfast time. I'm very lucky in my cats. My own digestive system has started hurting, I usually get a bit of peace in the morning before I'm fully awake. And now Little Bear is climbing the curtains.
