I'm moving!

To this house!

Jay kay. Jay Kaaaayyyy....

In an effort to keep my blogging manageable, I'm moving my activities to the one blog. That would be,

The Stories of Medusa.

(Clicky the linky, if you please.)

And no, it's not as though I'll be much saner or less prone to posting random pictures over there, but at least it'll be confined to the one place, eh?

Out and about the city on my day off! :D

I had the day off from work today, so I decided to go grocery picking in Belbins. ^_^ Because they deliver food, and I had the intention of buying ten pounds of flour, among other things, and I am pitifully weak in the chest and the arms and the muscles. *collapse at the mere IDEA of carrying flour*

So after some serious time spent staring at the internet until I realized the reason I was feeling dull might have something to do with the fact that I'd only eaten (very) crispy bacon and cookies, and then I went to buy some coffee and a bagel. And at that point I was halfway there, so I kept walking! ^_^

BTW, you can click on any picture to see it BIG. If that floats your boat.

I walked past this, which is the outside of the High Court. They have what looks like a moat, three stories deep, with barred windows opening into it and a rusted cage at the top. Very cheering, I'm sure.

I'm an adult now...

Today I took the taxi to work, which was a lovely ride that cost me 13.50.

*dies*

And then I dropped a steel box of coin on my leg.

*dies again*

My knee caught it though, so that was good. Wait, what?

And despite what it sounds like when I describe my day, it was fun and good! I did laundry and everything!

"You can take twenty minutes to balance as long as you get the referrals!" *nervous titter of laughter*

Today was my first day of work!

*bites nails*

All my much-hyped expectations didn't come to pass, as I didn't miss my ride, (with my BOSS,) I didn't fail excessively in front of any customers, I didn't get a stomach ache from nerves, and I didn't fail to balance. Also, there's a Tim Hortons right next to the bank and a thrift store across the ways and everyone was very nice and fun and lovely.

Why yes, that does mean that my lively hopes for the day were pretty much dashed. But I think I'll get over it. :D

And then I went home, and looked at my Supplies For Living, and found them sorely lacking in several key areas. So I decided to go up to the drug store and get some necessary things! (I took pictures, trusting again that my brain would be SORELY LACKING.)

Town, where the weather is always sunshine and rainbows.

So yesterday I moved into town! It was a long drive, which was rather hazy because I was in AUGH MOVING TIME HAS NO MEANING MUST DRINK MORE COFFEE mode. But my brother PT and his Girlfriend R drove me in, which was lovely of them. There was much conversation which I hope I was lucid for. 

I know we stopped at McDonalds on the way, where this conversation happened. 

PT: "All right, time to hit the road."
Me: "Aw, but I thought we were living here now!"
R: "They don't have a playplace. We'll find a better one."

Yeah, I was in fine form. 

When we got to the edge of town, no sooner did we get to my neighbourhood than four police cars went screaming by, lights and sirens going. Welcome to the big city, self! :P Aside from some moving up of boxes, which is not exiting to relate, that was my evening. (Life!Drama, I has it.) 

Now today I woke up to a beautiful sunshiny day. Er, no, that was some other city. I'm living in Fog City. Thankfully I like fog. :D 

The objectives of the day were to go shopping for groceries, and go out for coffee with Angie and Kay. I will now conduct the rest of this blog post in pictures, because me and words are ESTRANGED.

Sing You Home.

I don't know how to deal with this season. The assumption from everyone, particularly those who don't know my history, and that segment is getting larger, as it is two year now since my little brother died, is that is his a joyful season. Only it's really not, it's a season of grieving.

Grieving is the strangest emotion, because it can coexist silently with the rest of my life for months. I notice if I'm particularly sad, or particularly happy or angry, but grief just steals into the background and I don't notice until I'm ready to beat my head off of walls in desperation and fury. Because no, grief doesn't just mean tears. At least not for me. I get angry.

This would be because my default emotion whenever I don't agree with the way something is going is to get mad. As I am not the high queen of the world and things often do not follow my grand plan, I am mad frequently. Which means I don't really need more anger in my life. Particularly here- it neither helps nor honours the person I'm grieving for if I am ready to attack the world at any moment.

Only I don't know how to not be angry. It's such a fast reaction to get into, and it's so much safer than lying myself open to the rest of the world so they can trample on me. All well-meaningly, of course.

This month will be an exercise in trying to cool down. So far I've primarily failed at that, but today this song helped. And it's lovely, even if you don't have grief/anger problems.

Rather light-headed.

So, I still intend to blog. But as you may have noticed, I'm also doing Nanowrimo. And there are only a certain amount of words in the old noggin per day. (At least that's what's happening this year...)

So for the duration of the month, I think I'll direct you over to my writing blog, Stories Of Medusa, where whatever leftover words I have are coming to rest. There resides such FASCINATING things as me griping, interviewing my characters, and maybe someday, word counts!

So not much different from here. :D

Anyhow, have a good day!

(Also I cut a foot of my hair off last night, to donate. My head feels rather funny.)