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ellenscult) wrote2015-02-07 03:41 pm
ellenscult) wrote2015-02-07 03:41 pm
Another day at the office...
Or, yanno, the random things one does when living in the countryside...
Today I have: got up early, thrown the dogs out, fed the dogs, given Planck his Loxicom (anti-inflammatory and painkiller, because his bad hip is still bad, but his new hip is awesome), went back to bed, got up again, showered, dressed, emptied the range as the fire went out overnight, took the ash out, cleaned out the range from top to bottom (yay, soot up to my elbows), re-did the fire cement around the cooker plate since it chose today to crumble away, re-glued the rope around the cooker plate hood since that's needed doing for ages, relaid the fire and got it going, bagged up the last of the loose sticks in the barn so I could get to the bags with larger lumps of wood, restocked the wood box in the living room, picked up the dog poo in the garden, retrieved the dog toys from the garden, let the dogs in and out of the house repeatedly, stripped the throws off one of the sofas (half-done thanks to the dogs anyway) and shoved them in the washing machine, sat down and had a cuppa, and in amongst all of that, played ball with Planck.
Phew!
So that's all that done; now to return to winding yarn off a ridiculously long skein so I can finally warp up that peg loom and give it a go. Not that, yanno, I spent around 10 hours yesterday doing just that, and the thing's still not given up the ghost... *sigh* I was so fed up that I went to bed around 10:30 last night just so I didn't raid the fridge outside for one of Dear Husband's bottles of Kopparberg cider (which he never drinks, I don't know why he has them, eh *shrug*).
My weight's been up a kg, thanks to monthly weight fluctuation, but I'm back down at 3.5kg weight lost, and the next two weeks should see it dropping further, unless this skein drives me to drink and chocolate.
Have photos:
Dante checking out the 3 under-door draught excluders I made for my parents-in-law. Also, the peg loom base (made from Yorkshire Ash, yay!) and the yarn I plied up on my drop spindle finally wound into a ball and ready to weave with.
The top of the range, showing said cooker plate and hood. Just because. Also, my enormous Boss mug, courtesy of DH, because he's awesome.
Anyway, depression sucks, and it's a real effort to keep on reaching out even this far, so thank you for the comments and I'm sorry I haven't replied, but I'm not quite at the stage where talking to other people, even friends, and even in a tiny little comment, is something I can do. Which, how pathetic is that? I mean, really, that's just the wimpiest thing ever. Still, that's where I'm at, and it's an improvement, so I'll take it as the win it is and aim for actual direct contact with friends over the next month.
Yes, I am writing again. No, I'm not ready to share it with anyone other than my dad, who's helping me pick away at it, but it's not rubbish, hurrah!
Back to The Skein of Doom....
Today I have: got up early, thrown the dogs out, fed the dogs, given Planck his Loxicom (anti-inflammatory and painkiller, because his bad hip is still bad, but his new hip is awesome), went back to bed, got up again, showered, dressed, emptied the range as the fire went out overnight, took the ash out, cleaned out the range from top to bottom (yay, soot up to my elbows), re-did the fire cement around the cooker plate since it chose today to crumble away, re-glued the rope around the cooker plate hood since that's needed doing for ages, relaid the fire and got it going, bagged up the last of the loose sticks in the barn so I could get to the bags with larger lumps of wood, restocked the wood box in the living room, picked up the dog poo in the garden, retrieved the dog toys from the garden, let the dogs in and out of the house repeatedly, stripped the throws off one of the sofas (half-done thanks to the dogs anyway) and shoved them in the washing machine, sat down and had a cuppa, and in amongst all of that, played ball with Planck.
Phew!
So that's all that done; now to return to winding yarn off a ridiculously long skein so I can finally warp up that peg loom and give it a go. Not that, yanno, I spent around 10 hours yesterday doing just that, and the thing's still not given up the ghost... *sigh* I was so fed up that I went to bed around 10:30 last night just so I didn't raid the fridge outside for one of Dear Husband's bottles of Kopparberg cider (which he never drinks, I don't know why he has them, eh *shrug*).
My weight's been up a kg, thanks to monthly weight fluctuation, but I'm back down at 3.5kg weight lost, and the next two weeks should see it dropping further, unless this skein drives me to drink and chocolate.
Have photos:
Dante checking out the 3 under-door draught excluders I made for my parents-in-law. Also, the peg loom base (made from Yorkshire Ash, yay!) and the yarn I plied up on my drop spindle finally wound into a ball and ready to weave with.
The top of the range, showing said cooker plate and hood. Just because. Also, my enormous Boss mug, courtesy of DH, because he's awesome.
Anyway, depression sucks, and it's a real effort to keep on reaching out even this far, so thank you for the comments and I'm sorry I haven't replied, but I'm not quite at the stage where talking to other people, even friends, and even in a tiny little comment, is something I can do. Which, how pathetic is that? I mean, really, that's just the wimpiest thing ever. Still, that's where I'm at, and it's an improvement, so I'll take it as the win it is and aim for actual direct contact with friends over the next month.
Yes, I am writing again. No, I'm not ready to share it with anyone other than my dad, who's helping me pick away at it, but it's not rubbish, hurrah!
Back to The Skein of Doom....