The cats are in chill mode. They are spread out all over the living room taking up as much room as each of their bodies can take. Which isn’t much however, it is impressive how far they could stretch.
There is a new documentary on Disney+ entitled Howard about Howard Ashman. It is a fascinating look into the life of Mr. Ashman both the man and the powerhouse behind so many Disney films.
The humans are chilling also. Caroline is recovering from her adventure in the city and declares that she loves Central Park. Peter is taking a day off from writing. I am going to keep myself from starting any project and just live in the moment.
Today Caroline is stepping out into the world and going into the city for the day. She has all the items she needs to keep herself safe. This is a big step for her and us.
The backdoor is unblocked! They are chipping the debris as I type this. It took less than fifteen minutes to clear out the limbs. I am so happy. I can clean cat boxes outside which is a big plus.
This morning is cloudy and comfortable. The humidity does not feel insane and there is a light breeze. I think we will be getting some rain at some point.
The cats are enjoying the outside smells.
I have to sort today out since I have a bit of a spanner put into what I was going to do. I may have abraded my cornea the other day and my eye is reacting to that. Same eye that the bug flew into.
I do know I want to do some pattern sorting as I found some while cleaning up. Also, I want to transfer a couple of pieces to plastic since they are starting to fray since I use them a lot. I might need to get a bigger piece of plastic to transfer the large pieces then I will retire the original patterns in case I need them again.
I am at a point that I feel I can change gears and build some things I have wanted to make. Then I will get to the next part of the great cleaning project.
I am grateful for the simple ability to open my backdoor.
I wrote April before I wrote August. Bad enough to lose days but months?
It has been 144 days since the Governor of New York put in place the stay at home order.
In that time, we have learned a lot about the virus and ourselves.
We have learned to be social animals at a distance or rather a majority of us have. There is a percentage that has decided their comfort and fun are not worth our lives or the lives of their loved ones.
There is a PSA that I think was shown in I believe Brazil, but I could be wrong. Where they ask a man on the street why he isn’t wearing a mask. He gave some excuses of why. They give him some statistics based on a positive person with no mask and how many people they would infect. He shrugs as if it is not his problem. Then around the corner comes a large group of people that he is related to or are his friends. He is visibly shaken. Then the intervener says, “How about now?”
There is a tree service coming to take down the limb that is blocking our backdoor. It was supposed to happen today but they have to get a tree out of a house, so we are slated for tomorrow.
(For the VI: This is the back of our house. There is a large limb from an oak on our roof and porch blocking the backdoor)
It is leaning on the house and porch. There does not look like there is any damage to the house or porch.
The village came by and picked up the first round of limbs and leaves that we put out. There will be more.
I am playing room TETRIS in my head figuring out where I am going to put things temporarily until I get the next step done.
We watched the last episode of season two of Doom Patrol. I am really hoping there is a season three because that end was the kind of cliffhanger that will give you nightmares.
Is anyone else watching Don’t? It is an okay game show, but the narration of Ryan Reynolds just kicks it up to comic gold.
My favorite song in the Steven Universe Oeuvre of songs is entitled “Here Comes a Thought” written by the show’s creator Rebecca. Sugar.
It is a song about intrusive thoughts and how they can take up residence in one’s brain, but they don’t need to.
Take a moment to think of just Flexibility, love, and trust Take a moment to think of just Flexibility, love, and trust
Here comes a thought That might alarm you What someone said And how it harmed you Something you did That failed to be charming Things that you said are Suddenly swarming and, oh
You’re losing sight You’re losing touch All these little things seem to matter so much That they confuse you That I might lose you
Take a moment remind yourself to Take a moment and find yourself Take a moment to ask yourself if This is how we fall apart?
But it’s not, but it’s not, but it’s not, but it’s not, but it’s not It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay You’ve got nothing, got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear I’m here, I’m here, I’m here
Copyright Rebecca Sugar all rights reserved
Yesterday I got another chunk of the big cleaning project done and figured out how I am going to do the next one. I can see how this is all going to go together until I can get to the next bit.
I want to get this done so I can get back to puppet building.
I am behind on what was my timetable, but this needs to be done.
Being an adult can be really hard and I hit the ‘I don’t wanna’ stage a couple of weeks ago. But I talked myself into continuing to be an adult with the promise of comic books and other fun things when I am done.
I am proud that I am napping less these days which says that I am getting enough sleep at night. I like getting enough sleep.
There is also the ‘F’ it’ feeling that I am trying to avoid. Throwing in the towel is not an option right now.
Intrusive thoughts are a pain to deal with, but they can be. I learned all kinds of coping mechanisms to deal with negative dangerous thoughts and I think that has kept me on this planet.
I have been thinking about that a lot. Of those times I was so down I really thought that death was a good out from the pain I was feeling at the time. And that it is get better for me. Maybe not immediately but I am in a good place now. I have a loving husband when once I thought I was unlovable to anyone outside my family. I have Caroline who is a miracle on so many levels when I once thought I would never have children. I am doing things I love. I have friends that I love dearly. I have family in my corner. I am in a good place.
Doesn’t mean that those intrusive thoughts don’t lurk in the background however I think that happens to everyone.
We watched Cursed on Netflix. Really hoping for a second season as this one was mostly set up for the tale of the Lady of the Lake. It held my attention.
There is a new Muppet show entitled Muppets Now on Disney+. First episode gave me enough that I think that once they sort out the show, it will be a lot of fun.
There is baseball again. And the Mets are basically acting like the Mets if we had the entire season rather than this truncated version.
Okay I really need to get back to the project at hand.
Please stay safe, wear your mask, and I know I am cheering for you.
I am grateful for things that banish intrusive thoughts.
I think I am going to start doing this once a week so I can get the word out about some authors who are magnificent writers but might not be in the public eye as much.
I am starting with Laura Antoniou who is one of the best world builders I know along with making us care about her characters even those who we might not care about upon first glance. She is also a dámņ fine teller of tales.
Most of her work would be in the NC17 as she has quite a following due to her Marketplace series which is heavy BDSM with lots of fornicating along the way. More on that later.
She has written a mystery novel entitled “The Killer Wore Leather” about a murder at the Mr. & Mrs. Global Leather and Bootblack contest. Detective Rebecca Feldblum is assigned the case being openly lesbian and the assumption is that these are her people which is far from true. As she works her way to finding the murder, she has to deal with a colorful cast of characters and not everything is as it seems.
For those of you who have run conventions, you will find yourself nodding your head a lot as you will find situations that only the convention runners know.
For those of you who have participated in a leather contest, you will be saying Oh yeah to a lot that happens and laughing at her send up of some of the closely held tropes about leather folk.
It is a fine mystery and she doesn’t cheat with the who done it.
