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the_siobhanQuestion from July 17 (I am never getting caught up here, am I?)
17 – Tattoo Day: Do you have any tattoos? If yes, how many, what and where are they? If you don't, would you ever consider getting one? Is yes, where on your body would it be, and what would you likely get tattooed? If no, why not?
I have three tattoos. A Pegasus on my shoulder that I got when I was 18, tribal piece on my calf from my 30s and a scorpion on my back I got just before the pandemic started.
I would love to have more ink, but it's expensive and I always seem to have important things to do with my money.
***
House progress! Contractor sent me this picture from the back.
You know, looking at that picture it looks like they put the basement door directly under the kitchen door? Not sure how they're planning on dealing with that, they were supposed to be beside each other.
And of course the utter chaos on our itty bitty front yard. Honestly, our neighbours are so patient.
Also visible in that picture, the cracks in our porch where the rebar frame has completely rusted away and the broken steps. Because This Fucking House.
***
It is a billion fucking degrees in Toronto this weekend. I finally gave up and sealed up the place as well as I could and turned on the air conditioning so I'll be able to sleep.
So of course I'm wearing socks because their is a cold air vent right under my desk so my feet are cold. While the rest of me is dripping sweat. Bodies are so stupid.
My sister interviewed me today for a book she's writing about menopause. So maybe it's just menopausal bodies that are stupid. One of the questions was about a list of reported effects she has collected and one of them was "smelling different" and I said "YES! I smelled different after my hysterectomy! And again when I hit menopause. And now on hormones I'm different again!" It's really disconcerting.
So it's not just me being weird again.
***
I am going to have to do some serious number-crunching and figure out where I can trim my budget because money is... not great. Everything is costing more than it was supposed to, and every delay adds to our expenses. We have a certain amount that gets put aside every month out of the household budget that is supposed to go to the renovation account, but it's being almost completely eaten by the cost of storage. Housemate and I had a conversation about seeing if we can rearrange the furniture in such a way that we can fit in more boxes because that would let us scale back on the size of storage we are paying for. That would definitely help. I'm supposed to take a week of vacation at some point this month, so it would be good timing.
IN THEORY I should be able to rearrange the stuff that's stayed in the house if the renos are going to be finished in the next few months. Like if I know I won't need it before next summer, it can go behind a stack of boxes. BUT I HAVE BEEN BURNED BEFORE PEOPLE.
***
More appointments for Old Man next week. More work stuff I'm trying to organize. I have to have a difficult conversation with my boss next week. Ugh. I am so burned out.
I once met a group of (decidedly drunk) people in a Hamilton gay bar. My ex drove them all home and whenever he asked for directions by saying, "Straight through here?" they would all yell in unison, "NO! GAYLY FORWARD!"
So you know. The only way past is gayly forward.
17 – Tattoo Day: Do you have any tattoos? If yes, how many, what and where are they? If you don't, would you ever consider getting one? Is yes, where on your body would it be, and what would you likely get tattooed? If no, why not?
I have three tattoos. A Pegasus on my shoulder that I got when I was 18, tribal piece on my calf from my 30s and a scorpion on my back I got just before the pandemic started.
I would love to have more ink, but it's expensive and I always seem to have important things to do with my money.
***
House progress! Contractor sent me this picture from the back.
You know, looking at that picture it looks like they put the basement door directly under the kitchen door? Not sure how they're planning on dealing with that, they were supposed to be beside each other.
And of course the utter chaos on our itty bitty front yard. Honestly, our neighbours are so patient.
Also visible in that picture, the cracks in our porch where the rebar frame has completely rusted away and the broken steps. Because This Fucking House.
***
It is a billion fucking degrees in Toronto this weekend. I finally gave up and sealed up the place as well as I could and turned on the air conditioning so I'll be able to sleep.
So of course I'm wearing socks because their is a cold air vent right under my desk so my feet are cold. While the rest of me is dripping sweat. Bodies are so stupid.
My sister interviewed me today for a book she's writing about menopause. So maybe it's just menopausal bodies that are stupid. One of the questions was about a list of reported effects she has collected and one of them was "smelling different" and I said "YES! I smelled different after my hysterectomy! And again when I hit menopause. And now on hormones I'm different again!" It's really disconcerting.
So it's not just me being weird again.
***
I am going to have to do some serious number-crunching and figure out where I can trim my budget because money is... not great. Everything is costing more than it was supposed to, and every delay adds to our expenses. We have a certain amount that gets put aside every month out of the household budget that is supposed to go to the renovation account, but it's being almost completely eaten by the cost of storage. Housemate and I had a conversation about seeing if we can rearrange the furniture in such a way that we can fit in more boxes because that would let us scale back on the size of storage we are paying for. That would definitely help. I'm supposed to take a week of vacation at some point this month, so it would be good timing.
IN THEORY I should be able to rearrange the stuff that's stayed in the house if the renos are going to be finished in the next few months. Like if I know I won't need it before next summer, it can go behind a stack of boxes. BUT I HAVE BEEN BURNED BEFORE PEOPLE.
***
More appointments for Old Man next week. More work stuff I'm trying to organize. I have to have a difficult conversation with my boss next week. Ugh. I am so burned out.
I once met a group of (decidedly drunk) people in a Hamilton gay bar. My ex drove them all home and whenever he asked for directions by saying, "Straight through here?" they would all yell in unison, "NO! GAYLY FORWARD!"
So you know. The only way past is gayly forward.