So Snow

It snowed today. Not a lot. I don't think it stuck to the roads or anything. Hopefully, it will be mostly melted by the time we go shopping on Monday. 

I've realized that it isn't that I hate snow. I don't. I am just really terrified of it. I can fall with nothing slick on the ground. Add something slick and things could get really ugly really fast. I try to be careful, but that first step out of the house (and the last step into the house, which is, of course, the same step, but in reverse) have been known to really ruin things for me. It scares me so much. I really don't want to break something and end up in the hospital. 

So yes, thank you snow for coming to kill the bugs. Now please leave. Kthnx.

The Things I Can

As per Serenity Prayer, I changed something that I actually COULD change. My yarn stash trunk has been in need of organizing for a while. This morning I realized there was a very easy and logical way to do it. Later in the day, I made that happen. I even let go of some of the dregs of yarn (and wool that my body will not tolerate touching) I'd been holding onto as they made an ever-increasingly worse mass of chaos. 

This isn't a thing that is out in the open. It wasn't causing me any kind of annoyance when I looked at it. Still, it needed sorting. And now, thankfully, it has been sorted.

And just like that, I feel better about things.

Cold Incoming

It's supposed to get stupid cold this weekend. I am not looking forward to that. 

Therapy went well today. I'm glad I moved it to 2:30 because that actually works better for my brain. No idea why. 

Sims added some new interactions a while back. One of them involves other sims asking you for career advice. I kind of like that. I don't like the fact that Father Winter called my sim and told her he had a crush on her. Back off, Santa.

Perspectives

I made an arm cuff this week. It isn't perfect and there is no way it could have been. I have decided I'm going to be okay with that.

The arm cuff had to have a section put into it where I adjusted for the varying size of my arm. It makes the cuff, off of my arm (and probably on it), look odd. I'm okay with that too. 

Something you make is what it is. If it is functional, that is enough. I'm tired of feeling weird about the awkward stuff I've made. My first blanket is almost 30 years old and it still gets used every year. It's a mess, but it is functional and comforting. 

It's enough.

Lovely Day

Today was really good. For one thing, it was bright and sunny. This was glorious after so many days of drear. The shopping went smoothly as well. Our meals were lovely. 

Best of all, my birthday present finally arrived. I now have new artwork on two walls and move some other artwork to a different area and all of it looks SO good. 

Much thanks to my roommate and his tallness for hanging everything.

Tears Unnumbered

At some point, some very good production company needs to do Tolkien's First Age. I think it needs to be a series of movies, probably animated ones (because everyone is too hot and tall and ageless). It NEEDS to happen. 

And it needs to be a series of movies too because you really can't try to tell ALL of this at once. There is just too much happening. This stuff needs to be drawn out to give it justice. 

I've been reading a lot of stuff about The Battle of Unnumbered Tears and so much of it is just so....sad and beautifully heartbreaking and epic. The whole Union of Maedhros and then this battle needs to be its own movie. It really does. 

Constant Companion

Now that it's cold again, Tink has decided to sleep with me. This means she's in my room when I sleep (or during naps) and on my arm while I'm awake. If it's sunny, I might get some hours where she's by the window. Otherwise, she's on me. 

This means she had to tolerate all chair dancing, knitting misadventures, and my kisses. So far, she's stubborn enough to stay through all of it.