On Saturday, I was still holding onto a fighting spirit for following-through with this month-long celebration and focusing on the good in life. I’m having difficulty with that today; however, I don’t need to address that until tomorrow. And maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better. For now, I’m here: Click this for Gif.
Saturday started with coffee with my husband; then I made us both breakfast. (No. 10) Then there were chores to do — taking care of a homestead (No. 15) is labor-intensive. It’s a love-hate relationship. I love having the space between me and other people, and I like having a smaller community to deal with (even as much as I bitch about how asinine the local government is), and I like going out into my herb garden and getting fresh herbs for a veggie scramble, where the veggies and eggs came from my property (No. 16). But it’s work. Lots of work. Yard work. Mopping floors. Cleaning appliances. Laundry. That ate up my morning and early part of the afternoon. However, I’m grateful my husband and I are skilled enough, strong enough, and able enough to do these things.
Mid afternoon, I got to go support two of my friends who had book launches (No 7). Victoria Bastedo’s Black Poodle over Seven Hills came out recently, and Kennedy J. Quinn’s new time-traveling steampunk epic, The Unwitting Journeys of the Witty Miss Livingstone came out. Immediately following their readings was the Bard & Starlett Radio Hour which featured one-act plays plucked from my fellow writers’ works and performed by local actors. I had a mocha (No. 12) and got to immerse myself in art (No. 9) and literature.
Then I went home and made a low-carb alt pizza for my husband and I. We ate while we watched The Woman In Black, the new version with Daniel Radcliffe as the protagonist. I haven’t seen the earlier film of the same name. But it was a good old-fashioned scary movie. I will admit that when Arthur Kipps is walking up the staircase at Eel Marsh, I was transported to Hogwarts? How about you? No? Well, okay, then. Guess that’s just me.
Anyhow, Kraken and Mexi-Coke was the adult beverage of choice to go with our chopped salad and ‘za. Along with massive couch time (No. 27) with the puppies (No. 3). We were hibernating and it was good. We may be doing a whole lot more of that. I’m kind of done with the world’s judgment, its intolerance, its demands of insanity.
Then I read in bed while hubby cleaned up dinner mess.
Saturday I learned that for every person who thinks I’m a failure, weak, or some sort of evil monster, there are people (not just one) that feel I inspire them, help them, and that I’m a good person. Also, I learned that I can’t eat chocolate cake any more. It tastes really bad to me — like sickly sweet, you know like something that’s supposed to taste good but actually poisons you? Yeah, that.