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Dia de los muertos
Nov. 1st, 2024 09:13 am...feels very real this year. I have my ofrenda at work, missing some pets (so many lost pets this year), and last night got the news that my holiday job was not being offered this year, because the mall had decided to go in a different direction to engage with their guests. I heard some rumblings of the centre being shut down permanently in the last years, and I hadn't heard anything about coming back yet, so while I was not surprised, I find myself a little saddened by it.
Plus, for the first time since November 2002, I am not writing a novel this year. I will likely still be writing, just without the drive to write ALL OF THE THINGS. It's a big change, literally half of my life. There is grief in me today.
Had to tidy up a bit and vacuum the hallway because the maintenance guy was coming to patch and paint the bathroom wall again. Otherwise, I spent the evening reading and finishing my book, and it was SO GOOD, I am going to be reeling from it for awhile.
On Sunday my aunt is hosting a gathering where her daughter's friend is eager for me to teach him how to knit. So I will be there for a couple hours for that at least. It's a sewing-themed event, but I will bring my knitting too, as well as some things wot need buttonholes.
With the book done (seriously, it was so good - Heir by Sabaa Tahir, no need to read the first series, this gives you enough recap to follow the storyline), I'm somewhat at a loss of direction? Tonight, I could put the blouse pattern together and perhaps cut it out, as well as at least one (1) chore in prep for leaving. Saturday it could be largely sewn. I need to cut keys and make arrangements with my catsitter. Monday, I have the ultrasound to complete my annual health check. I need to pack and make arrangements to get to the airport. What i WANT to do is lay on the couch and do absolutely nothing at all, but that will not get me anywhere but panicking!
Plus, for the first time since November 2002, I am not writing a novel this year. I will likely still be writing, just without the drive to write ALL OF THE THINGS. It's a big change, literally half of my life. There is grief in me today.
Had to tidy up a bit and vacuum the hallway because the maintenance guy was coming to patch and paint the bathroom wall again. Otherwise, I spent the evening reading and finishing my book, and it was SO GOOD, I am going to be reeling from it for awhile.
On Sunday my aunt is hosting a gathering where her daughter's friend is eager for me to teach him how to knit. So I will be there for a couple hours for that at least. It's a sewing-themed event, but I will bring my knitting too, as well as some things wot need buttonholes.
With the book done (seriously, it was so good - Heir by Sabaa Tahir, no need to read the first series, this gives you enough recap to follow the storyline), I'm somewhat at a loss of direction? Tonight, I could put the blouse pattern together and perhaps cut it out, as well as at least one (1) chore in prep for leaving. Saturday it could be largely sewn. I need to cut keys and make arrangements with my catsitter. Monday, I have the ultrasound to complete my annual health check. I need to pack and make arrangements to get to the airport. What i WANT to do is lay on the couch and do absolutely nothing at all, but that will not get me anywhere but panicking!
