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I have been posting but most of 'em are private journal stuff (to back up organic memory). I just realised it was the rally day for climate change and I'd woken up too late to get there by the start time. Not pleased with self. I'm in the "feel out of things bleh" mood right now in any case. Yesterday was so hot that I got up early to get watering and food shopping done before the heat got too bad and then stayed in with the rats and their aircon. Today less hot but very humid.
I meant to play disc golf last week but got sick, so that day was cancelled for lack of interest. Now the heat is with us. Still not writing. I don't know what I can do to get out of this hole. Facebook and journals are a curse, really, because they let me know that friends are meeting up with other friends but that I'm not included. [all right, so some of you aren't in the same country]. In some ways, the days before social media were better because okay, one knew that one was isolated but it was possible to believe that this was the norm.
I need to go get some stuff for the rats that I forgot yesterday due to cooked brain but beyond that, neh. This week is Bring Out Your Dead day, so I've cleared out my shed. Some of the more desirable junk has already gone, such as a couple of rat/bird cages given to me which I couldn't use. Put them on the verge, went to fetch the hose to water the front yard plants. A few minutes later, a truck slowly cruising the verges stopped, guy jumped out to inspect - I said "Go for it" - and off the cages went :-) There are a lot of slowly moving vehicles around the suburb this weekend as everyone's piles of junk are inspected and raided. I've got some useful stuff for the garden that way and the odd bookcase, once a 7-foot monstrosity which a friend and I could only just carry inside.
Did I mention it was humid?
I meant to play disc golf last week but got sick, so that day was cancelled for lack of interest. Now the heat is with us. Still not writing. I don't know what I can do to get out of this hole. Facebook and journals are a curse, really, because they let me know that friends are meeting up with other friends but that I'm not included. [all right, so some of you aren't in the same country]. In some ways, the days before social media were better because okay, one knew that one was isolated but it was possible to believe that this was the norm.
I need to go get some stuff for the rats that I forgot yesterday due to cooked brain but beyond that, neh. This week is Bring Out Your Dead day, so I've cleared out my shed. Some of the more desirable junk has already gone, such as a couple of rat/bird cages given to me which I couldn't use. Put them on the verge, went to fetch the hose to water the front yard plants. A few minutes later, a truck slowly cruising the verges stopped, guy jumped out to inspect - I said "Go for it" - and off the cages went :-) There are a lot of slowly moving vehicles around the suburb this weekend as everyone's piles of junk are inspected and raided. I've got some useful stuff for the garden that way and the odd bookcase, once a 7-foot monstrosity which a friend and I could only just carry inside.
Did I mention it was humid?