It's getting dark already.
Nov. 14th, 2021 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloToday I slept way in, and lollygagged, and then fed the cats and lollygagged some more. Only had a few goals for today, however. Giving myself a break on getting steps in, even though I gave myself the same break Friday (two days ago). It's all cuz yesterday was cabaret day, the big to-do of my weekend.
The song went fine, I believe. It all went by in a flash, but I know there were some big laughs out there. No clue how well I was actually singing. I went with girl drag, and got a polyester lace-ish kind of duster/wrap thing to finish off the "look" that was all based on a pair of pants I like and had forgotten and found in the closest when looking to get out elements of boy drag & make sure they fit. As usual any more, for chorus things, I wore my zip-side kick-ass black boots, and kicked no actual asses, but had in them the footwear solution I'm so happy to have.
About 2/3 of the way through, the silent auction manager told me someone had bid on the watercolor I'd donated. She warned that it wasn't a done deal until the person actually paid for it, so I prepared to be bringing it back home after all, but, sure nuff, the person did. And the person was Tracy! This tickled me greatly.
There was a little stretch in a mingle break when the pianist sat down beside me, and I finally got a bit of a sense of her as a person. That was nice, on account of her being my first accompanist for a solo song.
In coming days I've got to do some catch-up clean up at home, and return the fake lace dusters that didn't work so well, and do some scrambling to adjust to a sudden shift in evaluation meeting timing at work (in short, unless I go back on having all of Thanksgiving week off, I now have to meet with everyone over the first two days after the holiday). But that reminds me, I've got that chunk of time off on deck. Seems like that could be a great time to do stuff around the house.
At the recovery meeting yesterday morning, among the shares that struck chords in me was one in which someone talked about clutter with some notions that got me to googling. (That share also had a bit about an inner critical's voice's prompting judgey manipulative parent as trying to control things, and something about how I understand the fear(s) behind a compulsive desire to control spread through all of those experiences in such a chain with a wash of compassion, for all, and I loved feeling that.) I don't remember what combo I googled about the clutter, but one result was a piece from a Canadian newspaper that had a nuanced take, including the Marie Kondo thing as a sort of simple extreme whose whether-it-sparks-joy thing isn't going to be enough, for those with some tangled psychology in the mix.
I came away from that article with a clear glimpse of how I might make better progress that way, PLUS a motivation: it referenced the benefit (from organization) of the ability to find things. Not only am I experiencing lately a fuzzier memory on lots of little things, but I never did find, in time for the show, the pretzel necklace I'd run across maybe a couple of months ago in some unexpected place, about which I said to myself "Hunh, it's funny I put that there" but then promptly forgot about. It was the same pretzel necklace one of the cast gave the other women in the cast at the Crazy Ex-Girlfriend wrap party, referencing the big-pretzel content of the show. No biggie that I went with my old stand-by buffalo nickel AND my labrys instead. But there have also been the 3-in-1 oil and the one vibraphone belt (put somewhere safe-from-cats while I fixed the motor), lost inside the house, and I'm feeling the desire to turn things around again.
It doesn't help that I took half the stuff in the big closet out, starting to go through and clean that up, a few weeks ago. It does take time to deal with stuff. And I'll have some chunks of time again soon. I've been on such a roll with taking care of myself physically, for months now. It could get a body all optimistic, when she's not looking out.
Right now, though, it remains to be seen if I'll get a trip to the grocery store for fundamentals in today. Gotta do the payroll, and the litter box & trash & recycling. Not to mention put on socks and shoes.
Hey, it snowed last night, though! Or this morning, before I got up. The winter is long here, longer than I'd like, but the first snow still reaches my inner child directly, instantly, and we all smile, and excitedly go see if the cats have noticed.
The song went fine, I believe. It all went by in a flash, but I know there were some big laughs out there. No clue how well I was actually singing. I went with girl drag, and got a polyester lace-ish kind of duster/wrap thing to finish off the "look" that was all based on a pair of pants I like and had forgotten and found in the closest when looking to get out elements of boy drag & make sure they fit. As usual any more, for chorus things, I wore my zip-side kick-ass black boots, and kicked no actual asses, but had in them the footwear solution I'm so happy to have.
About 2/3 of the way through, the silent auction manager told me someone had bid on the watercolor I'd donated. She warned that it wasn't a done deal until the person actually paid for it, so I prepared to be bringing it back home after all, but, sure nuff, the person did. And the person was Tracy! This tickled me greatly.
There was a little stretch in a mingle break when the pianist sat down beside me, and I finally got a bit of a sense of her as a person. That was nice, on account of her being my first accompanist for a solo song.
In coming days I've got to do some catch-up clean up at home, and return the fake lace dusters that didn't work so well, and do some scrambling to adjust to a sudden shift in evaluation meeting timing at work (in short, unless I go back on having all of Thanksgiving week off, I now have to meet with everyone over the first two days after the holiday). But that reminds me, I've got that chunk of time off on deck. Seems like that could be a great time to do stuff around the house.
At the recovery meeting yesterday morning, among the shares that struck chords in me was one in which someone talked about clutter with some notions that got me to googling. (That share also had a bit about an inner critical's voice's prompting judgey manipulative parent as trying to control things, and something about how I understand the fear(s) behind a compulsive desire to control spread through all of those experiences in such a chain with a wash of compassion, for all, and I loved feeling that.) I don't remember what combo I googled about the clutter, but one result was a piece from a Canadian newspaper that had a nuanced take, including the Marie Kondo thing as a sort of simple extreme whose whether-it-sparks-joy thing isn't going to be enough, for those with some tangled psychology in the mix.
I came away from that article with a clear glimpse of how I might make better progress that way, PLUS a motivation: it referenced the benefit (from organization) of the ability to find things. Not only am I experiencing lately a fuzzier memory on lots of little things, but I never did find, in time for the show, the pretzel necklace I'd run across maybe a couple of months ago in some unexpected place, about which I said to myself "Hunh, it's funny I put that there" but then promptly forgot about. It was the same pretzel necklace one of the cast gave the other women in the cast at the Crazy Ex-Girlfriend wrap party, referencing the big-pretzel content of the show. No biggie that I went with my old stand-by buffalo nickel AND my labrys instead. But there have also been the 3-in-1 oil and the one vibraphone belt (put somewhere safe-from-cats while I fixed the motor), lost inside the house, and I'm feeling the desire to turn things around again.
It doesn't help that I took half the stuff in the big closet out, starting to go through and clean that up, a few weeks ago. It does take time to deal with stuff. And I'll have some chunks of time again soon. I've been on such a roll with taking care of myself physically, for months now. It could get a body all optimistic, when she's not looking out.
Right now, though, it remains to be seen if I'll get a trip to the grocery store for fundamentals in today. Gotta do the payroll, and the litter box & trash & recycling. Not to mention put on socks and shoes.
Hey, it snowed last night, though! Or this morning, before I got up. The winter is long here, longer than I'd like, but the first snow still reaches my inner child directly, instantly, and we all smile, and excitedly go see if the cats have noticed.
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Date: Nov. 15th, 2021 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 15th, 2021 09:22 pm (UTC)Soon I'll be looking forward to long-awaited T-shirt weather, again, but for now I'm pretty excited for more snow. If I had a dog, I'd likely be even moreso. At least if it were another snow-loving dog.
Seeing a spaniel romping in the snow, years ago in Baltimore, was what made me really start wanting to have a dog as a grown-up.