sheldrake

It must be because my Christmas cactus is coming into bloom! Oh, it's made me so proud! It never does this. It's looking a bit more spectacular now, I took this the other day.

What else? I have done stuff today. I decided I wasn't allowed to post here until I'd done stuff, and today I wrote a thousand words, scanned lots of stuff, uploaded lots of stuff, and made serious inroads into organising my Flickr photostream.

And now I must away to bed, as I have used up all my time. Which is sad.

Adieu, flist.

Here are some pictures from the recent past:

( pictures )

Been feeling a bit low ever since the move. Not sure if it's really connected, and if so it's probably just the unsettledness and the slight sense of anticlimax that comes after you've been working towards something. Most likely it's just, you know, one of those things. Anyway, I can't really be bothered to move or do anything. Ever.

I do like the house though. :) I'm just finding it difficult to get excited about anything. I have, basically, of late lost all my mirth. Which, as Hamlet said, like really sucks. I have taken to my bed. Fair enough really, as it's bedtime.

I just deleted a bunch of stuff about shower curtains, because it was just so incredibly boring.

Good things though! I was going to get a dining table and chairs delivered from Argos and pay about 200 quid for them and then have the pleasure of putting them together myself. But just before I did this, the church down the road put a table and four chairs outside on the pavement with a note saying £25 for the lot. They smell rather of old furniture at the mo, but I think they might be quite nice once sanded down and recovered etc. And even when I don't ever get around to doing that, they're still not at all bad.

I thought i had another good thing, but I've forgotten it. Never mind.

I took some pictures when I moved in, but most of them are just of cardboard boxes and chaos. Here are a few that aren't terrible though:

( few that aren't terrible )

I forgot one of the random photos I meant to put in the last post! It's the handsewn patchwork quilt top I finally finished after working on it humphety-humph number of years, on and off.

( quilt )

THINGS!

1. I am moving house out of my flat and into a real live house at the end of the month. Hoorah!
2. I am enjoying my four-day week.
3. I liked the new Star Trek film lots! Spock is adorable now he's not a serial killer.*
4. I went to see The Sixteen in Bury St Edmunds cathedral, singing Purcell and James McMillan -- they were really wonderful.
5. Ok, you win. I'm on Dreamwidth as tadorna (my Latin name dontcha know), but I haven't really bothered to do anything with it or seek people out or anything basically.

Ok, I think the numbers are intimidating me, and also I have been corrupted by Twitter. I keep wanting to express every thought in 140 characters. Ummmm, what else? I've been feeling pretty good lately. Work is still all a bit up in the air and not great. I need to do more exercise, eat more healthily and do more work. I'm trying to get back into the creative groove, to spend more time making and doing. Not that there's anything intrinsically wrong with reading and watching stuff and noodling around on the internet. But, just for myself, I could be doing more, and I feel it would be a shame if I didn't. I don't actually include knitting in the things I ought to be doing. It is creative, but in a different way -- I love doing it, but it's a hobby. That only applies to me, though. Singing is the same, and sewing. For me, these are hobbies, because I enjoy doing them, but they're not really my 'thing' -- I'm an extremely average knitter and singer. Writing and making... other stuff -- that's work. But work in the good way, not as in my job. That's work in the bad or at least necessary evil way. If you're somebody who 'makes work', sometimes you can allow 'going to work' to prevent you from doing your real work. *ties self in knots*

Sorry, that was really convoluted. So yes, mainly I'm concentrating on taking pleasure in small things, and making a start on doing more good stuff (although I've got distracted by this moving business now).

Anyway, have I ever mentioned my damn annoying social phobia? It trips me up sometimes, and makes me worry a lot more than I really need to. I had to go to a social event with work the other day, and it made me very anxious and left me feeling low, although I made my excuses and went home pretty early. I got my hair cut the other day too, and I always hate that -- I find small talk really difficult. I can't help subjecting myself to an in-depth analysis of my 'performance' as a human being, and the conclusion is always that I have failed miserably. I am of course aware that this is unnecessary and I am much better at all this than I used to be. I do try quite hard. I'm also aware that lots of other people feel shy or out of place at times -- but this is a particular problem for me, and affects my life hugely. It has done for as long as I can remember, and is probably at the root of my problems with depression in the past. It hasn't gone away, but I think what I've come to realise is that it can be battled with. It doesn't always have to force me under. Life's just too damn short, basically.

Er, yeah, anyway. Dunno why I felt the need to go on about that suddenly, it's just stuff I've been thinking about. Have some random photos!

*This is a casting reference. There is no Spock-is-an-ex-serial killer plotline in the film, don't worry.

( random photos )

It is now Christmas, so I shall raise glass to you, my friends.



Whether you like it or not!

Happy wotsit thing.

ps. This is not even my wine! It is my mum's! She went to midnight mass and I stole it! Hahahaha!

I tried to take a picture of the cat but she keeps wandering off. :(

I might go to bed now.

the rules

Today's pictures are captioned by Blur. Also, no times today because I messed them up.

( day 7 )

the rules

I missed most of today's photo opportunities because I left my camera at home. So instead of seeing, for instance, the fascinating inside of Caffe Nero, or the SO ALMOST BLOODY PERFECT dress I had to leave in Debenhams, you just get a bunch of out-of-focus pictures of my books.

( day 6 )

the rules

( day 5 )

the rules

Sorry, you get short-changed today because my camera battery ran out and the replacement battery doesn't charge properly. Also, have resolved to start wearing weights down my right hand side, seeing as how I obviously couldn't hold a camera straight if my life depended on it.

( day 4 )