Haircut is done. I'm 50-50 on it, although it's not bad. At this point I think I'll let it grow out. We'll see how it goes. :)
It's been a slightly crazy few days - just so much stuff going on. I guess it's been a crazy couple of months, tbh. And my body is tired. I have shoulder and back issues, sore and tired and tense. Not enough time to rest, and never enough time to recoup.
I have the week off; I'll be going to visit my stepbrother and SIL in another town for six days, some time which will be spent just chilling, other time which will be spent with the family. Some quiet time to relax, hopefully to rest as much as my body needs.
I realised the last few days, that extra time to sit and be still, without the need of the commute? That really helps. Getting up and hauling myself off to the office really is breaking me. I just can't seem to manage it anymore.
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Made a carry bag for a donations drive for women. Put it into the drop-off point and then realised they were probably looking for something with a closeable top. Oops.
Oh well, hopefully they can maybe transfer them to a closeable top bag?
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We buried Daofu chicken yesterday. She's been in a plastic shroud (from the vet) for the last few weeks since we received her back from the vet. She's now residing in the middle of a compost pile which will be regularly 'fed'. The idea is that she'll decompose over the next twelve months, and when the compost is finally dug out, she'll go back onto the garden.
The other chooks in our collection were either disposed of by the vet (Chouquette earlier this year), or buried in the garden or a compost. You can grow crops from the compost after a year, it's mostly the risk of the corpse being dug up and eaten by scavengers or neighbourhood dogs. That shouldn't happen here.
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Baking some cinnamon rolls for our church 'anniversary' celebration picnic. Well, rising them, right now. But I'm just about to bake them.
And then this evening I'm going to see Cirque du Soleil: LUZIA. In the city. By myself. Because getting people to commit to coming along to anything is an exercise in futility.
There was something else I could have attended today: the Thank God It's Over party happening for The Month Of Writing Dangerously (replacing NaNo after that organisation crashed and burned and salted the ashes), but there was already too much going on. I'm a bit glad to miss it, tbh.
Kind of wish I was not going to the anniversary picnic. I prefer the anniversary service they did in previous years (which I had to miss the last couple of years because I had other things scheduled). But I've arranged to bring food to share with other friends, so I can't really bow out...
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Thinking of organising something alternative for Christmas. Not sure if I should wait to hear back from people, or just announce that a thing is happening and see who comes in for it.
It's been a slightly crazy few days - just so much stuff going on. I guess it's been a crazy couple of months, tbh. And my body is tired. I have shoulder and back issues, sore and tired and tense. Not enough time to rest, and never enough time to recoup.
I have the week off; I'll be going to visit my stepbrother and SIL in another town for six days, some time which will be spent just chilling, other time which will be spent with the family. Some quiet time to relax, hopefully to rest as much as my body needs.
I realised the last few days, that extra time to sit and be still, without the need of the commute? That really helps. Getting up and hauling myself off to the office really is breaking me. I just can't seem to manage it anymore.
--
Made a carry bag for a donations drive for women. Put it into the drop-off point and then realised they were probably looking for something with a closeable top. Oops.
Oh well, hopefully they can maybe transfer them to a closeable top bag?
--
We buried Daofu chicken yesterday. She's been in a plastic shroud (from the vet) for the last few weeks since we received her back from the vet. She's now residing in the middle of a compost pile which will be regularly 'fed'. The idea is that she'll decompose over the next twelve months, and when the compost is finally dug out, she'll go back onto the garden.
The other chooks in our collection were either disposed of by the vet (Chouquette earlier this year), or buried in the garden or a compost. You can grow crops from the compost after a year, it's mostly the risk of the corpse being dug up and eaten by scavengers or neighbourhood dogs. That shouldn't happen here.
--
Baking some cinnamon rolls for our church 'anniversary' celebration picnic. Well, rising them, right now. But I'm just about to bake them.
And then this evening I'm going to see Cirque du Soleil: LUZIA. In the city. By myself. Because getting people to commit to coming along to anything is an exercise in futility.
There was something else I could have attended today: the Thank God It's Over party happening for The Month Of Writing Dangerously (replacing NaNo after that organisation crashed and burned and salted the ashes), but there was already too much going on. I'm a bit glad to miss it, tbh.
Kind of wish I was not going to the anniversary picnic. I prefer the anniversary service they did in previous years (which I had to miss the last couple of years because I had other things scheduled). But I've arranged to bring food to share with other friends, so I can't really bow out...
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Thinking of organising something alternative for Christmas. Not sure if I should wait to hear back from people, or just announce that a thing is happening and see who comes in for it.
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