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Chickweed of Bluster
Mar. 13th, 2019 10:55 pmApologies for my absence. I'm struggling with various things. It seems as if, whenever I have a thing with my family, even if everything is fine, as it usually is, I have to crash afterwards. I've been trying to pull myself together since Sunday, but it hasn't been going well. Sleep, for one thing. I had a couple of bad nights. Today I took an extensive nap, but I'm still not back to normal. This joint pain thing has cranked up the dial from Inconvience to Actual Problem. I'm taking all kinds of supplements and whatnot, including the ayurvedic herbs my friend Dragonfly recommended. I have no confidence in any of them, so if there's a potential placebo effect, I'm missing out on it. I can only hope that changeable weather may have something to do with it, so maybe there's hope that as the season smooths out, it may get better again. The Sparrowhawk has been having some less than optimal days, too, so there's that.
We had clear skies on Monday and Tuesday morning. I wanted to sleep in, but couldn't! The sun was blasting through the windows and right through my eyelids like some kind of irresistible wakeup spell. I felt like a vampire surprised by daylight--the sparkly kind of vampire, so not the kind that would frizzle up and die, but still a vampire galvanized by blazing daylight. It was so unusual. I felt manic, as if I would bounce from wall to wall like a tennis ball. Or would have, if I hadn't been so tired and achy. I went out for walks both days, slipping and sliding through the slush and slop in my big Bean boots. Even after two days of rain and then two days of rising temperatures, the snow still lies slumped all over and has not yet vanished. Today, for the first time, you can see dirt and grass beginning to emerge from underneath the frayed and stained tablecloth of winter's banquet. Today and tomorrow it will rain some more, but at least we're not getting the bomb cyclone this time!
We just watched "The Crimes of Grindelwald," finally, having missed it in the theaters. Honestly, I don't see what all the negative reviews were about. It was very dark and sad, but very magical. It's kind of like Jurassic Park in that I would be happy, as another reviewer said, to skip the story line entirely and just enjoy Newt and the magical creatures. I'm reading Time's Convert, the fourth book by Deborah Harkness about the people of the All Souls trilogy. So far, it's an odd book. More than you ever wanted to know about the developmental process of vampires, plus a lot of historical fiction involving young Marcus (soon to be a vampire) during the Revolutionary War. It's almost a "So You Want To Be A Vampire" manual. However, I've never wanted to be a vampire. There are too many drawbacks, and this vaunted vampire sex never seemed like a thing to me. I just don't see how it could work if you're cold-blooded and with some kind of very weird physiology that could only possibly work by magic. I don't think you'd smell too good if you were undead and lived by drinking blood. I'm going to put that in my magical dating profile. No Undeads. Also No Demons. I hope that doesn't make me a magical bigot. And I would only date Fae if they would promise not to put me under an enchantment and then dump me on the cold hillside, or worse, sell me off as tribute to Hell. I think that would come under the No Demons rule. All theoretical, of course, since I am inextricably bound up with a fellow mortal--my top preference, even though we do get old. It's the price one pays.
We had clear skies on Monday and Tuesday morning. I wanted to sleep in, but couldn't! The sun was blasting through the windows and right through my eyelids like some kind of irresistible wakeup spell. I felt like a vampire surprised by daylight--the sparkly kind of vampire, so not the kind that would frizzle up and die, but still a vampire galvanized by blazing daylight. It was so unusual. I felt manic, as if I would bounce from wall to wall like a tennis ball. Or would have, if I hadn't been so tired and achy. I went out for walks both days, slipping and sliding through the slush and slop in my big Bean boots. Even after two days of rain and then two days of rising temperatures, the snow still lies slumped all over and has not yet vanished. Today, for the first time, you can see dirt and grass beginning to emerge from underneath the frayed and stained tablecloth of winter's banquet. Today and tomorrow it will rain some more, but at least we're not getting the bomb cyclone this time!
We just watched "The Crimes of Grindelwald," finally, having missed it in the theaters. Honestly, I don't see what all the negative reviews were about. It was very dark and sad, but very magical. It's kind of like Jurassic Park in that I would be happy, as another reviewer said, to skip the story line entirely and just enjoy Newt and the magical creatures. I'm reading Time's Convert, the fourth book by Deborah Harkness about the people of the All Souls trilogy. So far, it's an odd book. More than you ever wanted to know about the developmental process of vampires, plus a lot of historical fiction involving young Marcus (soon to be a vampire) during the Revolutionary War. It's almost a "So You Want To Be A Vampire" manual. However, I've never wanted to be a vampire. There are too many drawbacks, and this vaunted vampire sex never seemed like a thing to me. I just don't see how it could work if you're cold-blooded and with some kind of very weird physiology that could only possibly work by magic. I don't think you'd smell too good if you were undead and lived by drinking blood. I'm going to put that in my magical dating profile. No Undeads. Also No Demons. I hope that doesn't make me a magical bigot. And I would only date Fae if they would promise not to put me under an enchantment and then dump me on the cold hillside, or worse, sell me off as tribute to Hell. I think that would come under the No Demons rule. All theoretical, of course, since I am inextricably bound up with a fellow mortal--my top preference, even though we do get old. It's the price one pays.
